"DAD, WHERE ARE YOU!" Harry's voice reverberated through the opulent halls of his penthouse. Approaching his father's office, he cautiously turned the doorknob, saying, "Dad, I need to talk to you about something..."
A momentary pause gripped him, and a shadow loomed over Harry, rendering him motionless. Before him, the monstrous figure crawled, its hunched back and massive tail a menacing presence. "Stay out of my way," it uttered before leaping off the balcony and sliding down the wall.
Harry stood there, transfixed, before shifting his gaze downward to find his father, blood-stained. "DAD!" he cried out once more, panic evident in his voice. "Please be okay." Frantically, he fumbled for his phone, dialling the Oscorp emergency response team. "The medics are coming. Hang on, Dad."
Norman weakly raised his hand, fingertips brushing his son's shirt, leaving a stain of blood. "I love you, Harry."
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It was late at night when the headlines blared across news channels: "Oscorp CEO Assaulted by Enormous Lizard." CCTV footage captured the reptilian creature tossing Norman around as desperate pleas for mercy echoed in the room. As the news spread, speculations ran wild. Some revisited the possibility of a returning villain, one who had vanished for over a decade, although these were mere theories.
Peter came across the news but brushed it off, as it held little significance for him. His focus remained on refining his quirk, pushing its limits to enhance his abilities. "Okay, more webs, and hopefully, my tolerance improves," he mumbled, examining the scars on his wrist that resembled the patterns of his web strands. Consulting his notebook, he continued jotting down thoughts, "I need something to enhance the web performance."
Speaking to himself, Peter withdrew the pen from the paper, announcing, "Done!" A grin spread across his face as he admired his sketch of the perfect costume — red and blue with striking white lenses and intricate black webbing. Determined, he swung open his closet, rummaging through its contents to gather the necessary items for his creation.
Peter arranged the items neatly on his bed, and an immediate smile lit up his face. "It's perfect!" he exclaimed, swiftly donning the ensemble. The outfit consisted of a red hoodie adorned with subtle blue accents, complemented by blue cargo pants and vibrant red trainers. He added a pair of red gloves, strategically designed with openings at the wrists for web-shooting capabilities. Holding a crucial piece in his hands, he muttered, "I have to be out there helping. If people know who I am, then I'll never be able to help."
Peter then slipped on a ski mask and pulled down a set of scuba goggles. Standing before the mirror, he observed his transformed appearance for a moment.
"I look so cool!" he shouted, attempting to contain his excitement.
Peter peered out of his window, opened it silently, and skillfully descended the side of the house. "Alright, let's get this started," Peter murmured as he sprinted down the street. After a minute, he glanced at his legs, then skyward, and swiftly threw his arms around before leaping into the air.
The wind whipped past his face as he descended. "YEAH!" Peter exclaimed before shooting out a web. When the web connected with something, he descended rapidly, his feet almost brushing the ground before soaring back up into the sky.
Peter swung through the air, his heart racing, feeling more alive than ever before. The speed, the invincible sensation—it was an exhilarating moment. Eventually, he reached a car park, gracefully landing on a light post and surveying the scene below.
Someone was attempting to break into a car, audible grunts escaping as a crowbar strained against metal. Beside him, an accomplice kept a lookout, ensuring no one was nearby.
With precision, Peter shot a web at the thief's hand, securing it to the very car he was trying to pilfer. Startled, they both turned to see where the unexpected web had come from.
Peter, resembling a shadow with piercing white eyes, perched atop the light post. The criminals noticed and attempted to retreat. The one watching whispered to his partner, "Get yourself out of the web, I'll handle this."
Approaching cautiously, the thief offered, "Listen, pal, how about you forget what you saw? Maybe I can throw in a little something." Peter remained silent, unmoving. Growing irritated, the thief threatened, "Are you deaf or something? I'll put you six feet under!" Without a word, Peter leapt off the lamppost.
In response, the crook drew a gun and fired. However, Peter vanished into the darkness without a sound. "Ha! I got him. See, there's nothing to worry about," the criminal declared confidently. Almost immediately, two webs rang out beside him, and Peter's foot connected with his face as he propelled himself forward before gracefully hitting the ground.
Peter checked the pulse of the downed crook before standing up again, ready for the next guy.
"Hey, stop!" the second guy exclaimed, freeing his hand with a knife. "I'll use it!"
Peter raised an eyebrow under his mask. "Is that a small knife?"
"Yeah, it is," the thief responded.
"Well, my weakness is small knives," Peter taunted. He began to kneel as the burglar approached. In a swift motion, he shot another web at the thief's hand, securing it to a wall behind him.
Making sure the thieves weren't going anywhere, Peter leapt off once again, swinging around before gracefully landing on a rooftop.
Unaware that someone was filming him, Peter swung through the streets. "Emma, come look at this!" the person behind the camera shouted. A teen with white hair, Emma, walked into the room and asked, "What is it, Chat?"
"There was a fight; look, I got it on video!" Chat replayed the footage for Emma as she sat down on her bed, being mindful of a cat lounging there. "Don't sit on her tail, Emma," Chat reminded before playing the video.
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As Peter swung through the city, he approached the Williamsburg Bridge and was met with a shocking sight. Fires raged, and cars dangled precariously from the bridge. Swiftly, Peter swung over and began pulling up cars, rescuing the trapped occupants. He managed about ten cars when his spider senses went haywire. Time seemed to freeze as he witnessed a car hurtling directly toward him, the terrified screams of a woman inside piercing the chaos.
Digging deep, Peter stood his ground, arms outstretched. As if fueled by an otherworldly strength, he pushed back against the oncoming car, effortlessly lifting it above his head. Strangely, the weight didn't feel burdensome, perhaps due to the surge of adrenaline. Gently, Peter lowered the car and, with a display of newfound strength, tore the door off to free the frightened woman.
"Ma'am, you need to get out of here..." Peter began, only to be cut off by the woman's terrified scream.
"AHHHHHH!" she cried, pointing behind him.
Peter's spider-sense tingled again, prompting him to swiftly grab the woman and leap out of harm's way just as a menacing claw swiped through the space he had occupied.
Without hesitation, Peter threw the woman gently, shooting a web below her to create a safe landing. However, before he could react further, he was struck, sending him colliding into a car that careened off the side of the bridge. Peter managed to cling onto the bumper of the plummeting car, and as he steadied himself, he noticed a child inside.
"Help!" Peter shouted.
A man, injured but determined, rose from the ground. Spotting the predicament, he implored, "Get my son out of there, please."
Peter swiftly shot a web at both the car and the man's wounded stomach, stemming the bleeding, but his spider-sense tingled once again.
This time, Peter was prepared. He caught a glimpse of a green tail, seizing it before it could strike him and hurling the lizard creature off the bridge. Rushing back to the car, Peter attempted to open the door, but his strained webs snapped, and the vehicle teetered over the edge.
"Dad, help!" the child cried from inside.
Peter dove down again, grabbing the car's bumper while shooting a web. Everything felt numb, and he glanced up to see the web stained nearly completely red. His arms were smeared with blood.
"Crap, I can't go on for much longer," Peter muttered. "Hey, kid, what's your name, buddy?" he asked.
"J-Jack," came the reply.
"Okay, Jack. What quirk do you have?" Peter inquired, attempting to reassure the frightened child.
"I don't have one," Jack answered, looking glum.
"Jack, buddy, I'm going to need you to be strong, okay?" Peter paused, adjusting his grip. "I need you to unbuckle your belt, okay?"
"Okay," Jack immediately started to undo the belt, falling to the seat in front of him before turning around.
"Okay, you're doing great, Jack. Just climb up," Peter encouraged as his grip began to loosen.
As Jack climbed up, Peter's spider-sense went off again, and he noticed gas leaking down the car. "Hurry up, buddy!" he shouted to Jack, just as the gas set on fire. Peter's grip loosened further, and he ended up letting go of the car. "NOO!" he let go of his web, diving to get Jack, spraying a web at both Jack and the bridge.
AND THATS WHERE I'M GONNA END IT I WANTED TO GET ANOTHER CHAPTER OUT EVEN IF IT IS SHORT I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYED IT AND I'LL GET TO WORK ON THE NEXT ONE SOON AND NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A SIDE CHAPTER LOOKING INTO SOME OTHER CHARACTERS LIKE UNCLE BENS PAST SOME BITS ABOUT HEROES AND OTHER CHARACTERS I HAVE AND HAVENT INTRODUCED YET.
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In time, Peter could be a vigilante like Spiderman, would he team up with other street heroes like the Defenders, Dagger and Cloak, etc., would there be more talk about the lore of the universe of this fic? Using what is known about the Marvel multiverse, there would be a love triangle of Peter, Wanda and another girl like Kitty, Black Cat or Gwenpool in the story?
WITH THAT I WANT LIKE 80% OF THESE ENCOUNTERS WHILST ALSO HAVING SOMEWHAT OF A LOVE TRIANGLE.
AND WITH THAT I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED AND I'LL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE