Chronicles of Spider-Man
By Nintendoman01
Disclaimer:
I do not own Spider-Man, the Marvel Universe, or any of its associated characters. They are the property of Marvel Comics. I make no profit from this story and just do it to kill time and have fun. I do, however, own all OCs unless otherwise stated.
Prologue: Birth of a Hero
Our story begins as a yellow school bus roared through Queens, the students looking out and laughing at the sight before them. A hand slapped the window, revealing they were laughing at a boy with brown hair and glasses chasing the bus, to their derision.
"Hey, stop the bus!" he shouted. "C'mon!"
Eventually, one girl couldn't take it anymore. She stood up, shouting over the laughter.
"He's been chasing us since Woodhaven!" she shouted. "Will you stop the bus and let him on already?!"
Finally, the bus stopped, allowing him to get on. The boy panted.
"Thank you," he managed. "So sorry I'm late."
As he made his way down the aisle, one student stuck his foot out. Before he could stop, the boy tripped and fell, face down in the aisle as the occupants laughed like crazy. The girl from before helped him up, giving the tripper a dirty look.
"What?" he said in mock innocence. "Not my fault Puny Parker's a total klutz."
"Grow up, Flash," the girl spat.
She led Peter to the back, sitting down and motioning for him to do the same.
"You alright, Pete?" she asked.
"Yeah…" Peter sighed. "I'm used to it, Peni."
"Doesn't make it right."
As they rode along, Flash turned back to them.
"Why do you even hang out with him, Watanabe?" she asked. "Don't you get that you'd have way more friends if you didn't hang out with that geek?"
"Oh, I get it alright," Peni smirked. "I get how pathetic you are."
Flash scowled. "Excuse me?"
"Well, it's just that when someone talks down to people or torments them, the truth is they're even sadder than the people they insult," Peni began. "So with all the horrible things you always say to Peter, you must be even worse than that. Frankly, all I'm seeing is what a sad excuse for a human being you are. The truth is, it doesn't matter whether Peter's a 'geek' or not. He's still smarter than you, Flash, and a better person than you'll ever be. So if you really need to treat him like crap all the time to feel better about yourself, then all I can feel towards you is pity."
Flash could only sputter for several seconds before turning around, fuming. Peni just smirked as she sat next to Peter.
"Wow…" Peter remarked. "You really got under his skin with that."
"There's other ways to fight besides throwing a punch," Peni remarked. "And this way won't get us in trouble."
Later, the bus arrived outside a massive building with the word "Oscorp" on the front. One by one, the kids got off, Peter and Peni looking up in amazement.
"Here we are," said Peni. "Just in time for the Neogenics demonstration. I know you've been looking forward to it."
"It's pretty remarkable," Peter noted. "Using carefully controlled radiation to manipulate the genetic code. It's revolutionary."
Peni shrugged. "Yeah, I hear Dr. Connors talk about it in the lab all the time."
"I can't wait to meet him," Peter said.
They slowly filed in, the students looking around. Eventually, they were let to the genetics laboratory, seeing a scientist with a missing right arm standing before a large room-sized machine.
"Dr. Connors?" Peni piped up.
Dr. Connors turned and smiled. "Ah, Peni. Welcome."
Peni tapped Peter's shoulder. "This is the friend I told you about. Peter Parker."
"It's a huge honor to meet you," Peter admitted.
They shook hands before Peter's attention was caught by the device.
"I see you've noticed the Neogenic Recombinator." Dr. Connors noted.
"Is it true what they say?" Peter asked. "You can harness radioactivity for genetic experiments with this device?"
Dr. Connors nodded. "Neogenics is the scientific discovery of the century. Just think of the potential. We could improve the human condition, eliminate birth defects. Create a world without weakness, without pain and suffering."
"Sounds incredible," Peter remarked.
"Oh I have no doubt it will be," Dr. Connors agreed.
"Yeah, he's been dying to see the Recombinator," Peni told the doctor. "To be honest, he hasn't shut up about the demonstration all week."
"Can you blame me?" Peter defended.
"Not entirely," Peni confessed.
-X-
Later, when the other students had gathered in the room, they stood a safe distance away as Connors booted up the Neogenic Recombinator. Unbeknownst to him, a small spider crawled along the ceiling, slowly lowering down into the path of the Recombinator's rays. The students all watched. Peter was utterly entranced, failing to notice as the irradiated spider skittered along and lowered itself onto his right hand. Without warning, he let out a pained shout before looking to see the spider on his hand. Surprised, he swatted the spider away, catching Peni's attention.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah…" Peter said. "I'm fine."
The day progressed, the students looking over various equipment and their functions. Peter, however, was repeatedly distracted by a burning pain in his hand and dizzy spells. Eventually, he stumbled out the door, Peni steadying him.
"C'mon, I'll walk you home," she decided. "You aunt May should know what to do."
The two walked along, Peter getting ahead of her and walking out into the street. He removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes... and that's when they heard a truck horn.
"PETER!" Peni screamed.
Peter looked up and saw a truck barreling towards him. Instinctively, he leapt out of the way. He ended up landing on the side of a building, much to his and Peni's shock. Peni looked up at the wall, gaping.
"Holy crap…" she managed.
It was then that Peter realized where he was. He was ten feet up, sticking to the wall with his hands and feet.
"What…" he let out. "What the hell?!"
"Peter… how'd you get up there?" Peni asked.
"I… I don't know."
Peter detached, looking at his hands. He racked his brain before perking.
That spider…" he realized. "It must've been exposed to the Recombinator before it bit me. That's the only explanation."
"And when it bit you... it managed to pass on some of its characteristics." Peni deduced.
After a moment, they exchanged looks, Peter grinning like an idiot.
-X-
At an abandoned construction site, Peter leapt from girder to girder as Peni watched.
"This is beyond awesome!" he cheered as he went.
"This is completely insane," Peni noted. "You have the agility and reflexes of a jumping spider."
"And I'm betting the strength too."
Peter leapt down, lifting a bulldozer.
"That's a yes." Peni remarked.
"This is incredible," Peter said, setting the bulldozer down. He turned to Peni, seeing her staring at him. "What?"
"You realize this whole time, you haven't been wearing your glasses."
"Huh?" Peter felt his face, realizing she was right. "Guess I don't need 'em anymore. Who knew spiders had such improved vision?"
Peni nodded before looking up and seeing the sun was setting.
"Whoa, it's getting late."
"I better get home," Peter said. "We'll talk more about this tomorrow."
"We better," Peni agreed. "Keep me posted if anything changes."
Later, Peter ran down a suburban street, reaching his house. He entered, shutting the door behind him.
"Sorry I'm late," he said. "I was at the library with Peni and lost track of time."
"Just make sure you call the next time you study so late," his uncle Ben told him.
"I will," Peter nodded. "Promise."
The next day, Peter and Peni met up after school.
"How are you feeling?" Peni asked.
"Great, to be honest."
"Any new spider-themed powers? Six arms? Extra eyes? Pooping webbing?"
"No, no, and… ew." Peter winced before perking. "But that's not a bad idea. A spider's nothing without a web."
Peni blinked. "Say what?"
"Hey, if I have spider powers, I might as well have the full set," Peter pointed out. "Though instead of out the butt, I was thinking something like this."
Peter fished into his backpack and pulled out a notebook with a sketch of a wrist mounted device.
"Hang on Pete," Peni insisted. "Just what are you thinking? I mean, you don't even know the full extent of what you can do, and you're already adding to your arsenal? You might wanna dial it back a bit."
"I guess you're right..." Peter agreed. "I need a way to test what I can do before I add anything else."
As they headed home, the wind blew a newspaper into his face. He pulled it off, looking at it before smiling. "And I think I found that test."
He showed Peni the paper, pointing at an ad in the corner. The ad read, "$100 to the man who can last three minutes against Crusher Hogan".
"Pro wrestling?" Peni deadpanned. "Seriously?"
"I'll admit it's not the most intellectually stimulating," Peter confessed.
"Yeah, if Crusher doesn't break your back."
"Key word, if,"
"Look, even if I thought it was a good idea, do you honestly think they'll let a fifteen year old kid into a professional wrestling match?"
Peter smirked. "Way ahead of you, Peni."
Peni sighed. "I can't talk you out of this, can I?"
"Nope,"
"Alright, fine," Peni gave in. "Just... promise me you won't let anyone see your face. If people found out about you and your powers, they might mistake you for a mutant and cart you off."
"Don't worry. No one will know who I am."
A few days later, Peni sat down, changing the channel to WWE after a text from Peter. Crusher Hogan was in the ring, standing triumphant as the announcer walked backwards up the ramp to where somebody was standing behind the curtain.
"Will the next victim please enter the arena at this time! If he can withstand just three minutes in the cage with Crusher Hogan, the sum of a hundred dollars will be paid to…"
He got off his microphone, speaking to whoever was behind the curtain. He seemed annoyed for a minute before getting back on the microphone.
"The sum of a hundred dollars will be paid to... the terrifying... the deadly... the amazing Human Spider!"
The curtain pulled open to reveal a figure dressed in a costume that was seemingly put together at the last minute, consisting of a red balaclava, red shirt with a black spider spray-painted on the front and back, blue pants and red shoes along with red and white gloves. The audience booed and jeered, while Peni's jaw hit the floor.
"Unbelievable…" she muttered.
The Human Spider made his way towards the ring, climbing in with Crusher. All the while, he was booed and even pelted with popcorn. Peni facepalmed, falling back in her chair.
"Oh my God, Peter…"
Peter slowly walked in, clenching his fists to calm himself.
"Walk it off…" he said. "You've dealt with so much worse."
Just then, four sets of steel bars dropped down along the arena. They all formed a cage around the arena, much to the Human Spider's surprise. As they were chained shut, Peter ran forward.
"There's gotta be some mistake! I didn't sign up for a cage match!" he objected. "Hey! Unlock the thing! Take the chain off!"
"Hey freakshow!" Crusher shouted. "You're going nowhere! I got you for three minutes! Three minutes of playtime!"
Peter slowly turned, gulping nervously.
"Don't worry," Crusher assured tauntingly, "I'll try to make it as painless as possible."
Crusher ran right at the Human Spider, causing him to leap up onto the cage wall.
"Hey!" he objected. "Get down from there!"
"I'm thinking... No," Peter said simply. "Cute outfit, by the way. Did your husband give it to you?"
Crusher tried leaping up to him, but the Human Spider leapt down before he could. He dodged for a bit, but eventually Crusher got him with a folding chair, beating him to the ground. As the audience cheered, Peter was bodily lifted up and slammed against the bars repeatedly.
"Tap out, bug boy!" he ordered.
"If you... wanna quit... just say so," Peter wheezed.
He was slammed to the ground. Crusher lifted the chair again, but Peter lashed out repeatedly, kicking him in the face and gut. As Crusher ran forward, the Human Spider caught him with both feet and flipped him into the bars, knocking him out cold.
"One! Two! Three!" the ref counted. "Winner!"
It was clear by the look on his face that Peter was smiling under his mask as the audience cheered.
-X-
Later, Peter was walking off with his winnings when a man ran up to him.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Actually, yes," the man replied. "I'm a TV producer. I saw you whup Crusher Hogan's ass, and with that act of yours, I can make you a fortune."
That got Peter's attention. "I'm listening."
The agent handed him a card.
"You'll be a smash on It's Amazing. And keep the mask angle. It's good showmanship."
"Uh… will do."
The agent walked off, with Peter looking at the card in contemplation.
The next day, he explained what happened to Peni.
"So, let me get this straight," Peni began. "A TV producer was at your cage match, took interest, and offered to get you a gig on It's Amazing?"
"Pretty much," Peter confirmed. "How cool is that, right?"
"What're you going to do?"
"I'm thinking of going for it. With that kinda money, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, and I would be set for life. Though if I'm gonna be on camera, I think I'm gonna need a better costume."
"You think?" Peni deadpanned. "You look like a very colorful robber."
"Hey, what do I look like? Tony Stark? It was the best I could work with at the time."
"Okay, fair point," Peni conceded. "But I'm sure we can cook something up."
-X-
The two got to work on improving the costume. Peni even began tinkering with the web shooter idea Peter had. Peter worked on the mask, installing motors that would open and close the eyes. Their first test was of the web-shooters. Peni showed him the completed design, wrist-mounted devices with palm switches.
"Here you go," she said. "Your dad's biocable formula finally pays off."
"Wait, seriously?" Peter asked. "You got it to work?"
"Yep," Peni confirmed. "It was as if it was made for this."
"Heh," Peter chuckled. "Makes me wish I got bit by that spider sooner."
Peter slid them on, looking them over.
"I refined your plan for it a bit, so you don't shoot webs whenever you make a fist or grab something," Peni explained. "Double-tap the trigger with your middle and third fingers to activate it."
Peter did so, shooting a stream of webbing at a nearby soda can. He whipped on it, yanking it towards him.
"Nice," he mused.
Eventually, Peter stood before the mirror in his newly updated suit, this one consisting of a skintight one-piece. It was mostly blue with red gloves, boots, mid-section, and mask, a web-pattern covering the red portions of the suit starting at the mask. The suit also has a black spider in the center of the chest and a larger red spider on the back, both of different designs. He slid on the mask, seeing the lenses react the same as his own eyes.
"Did you really have to go to the trouble of making the mask blink?" Peni asked.
"Sort of," Peter admitted. "When I got my powers, it was like my senses were dialed up to eleven. The reason Crusher was able to get the better of me was because I had so much data coming in at once. It was a lot to process. With these lenses, it'll help me focus it more."
Peni nodded. "Makes sense."
Later, Peni watched as Peter prepared to test out his web-shooters, the two standing atop a building. He took careful aim at a crane across the street, firing a web and connecting to it. With that, he stood atop the ledge, looking down before gulping.
"Tally-ho," he let out meekly.
He stepped off the ledge, screaming in fear and exhilaration as he swung across the street. He gasped as he realized he was on a collision course with a building.
"...Oh no," Peni managed.
Peter tried to stop himself on the ground, but it was no use. He collided with the billboard, sliding down. Peni immediately ran over.
"Are you okay?!" she demanded.
"Yeah… I'm fine," Peter picked himself up. "Okay, so I need to work on my steering."
"That's an understatement," Peni noted. I'm pretty sure you left a human-spider shaped dent in this wall."
"Good thing New Yorkers never look up, huh?" Peter remarked. "Well, I'm all set. Time to call that agent."
As they headed home, Peni turned to him.
"Peter, I've been thinking," she admitted. "You have these powers. You could do so much more with them than wrestling matches and TV appearances."
"Like what?" Peter questioned. "Be a superhero, like the Fantastic Four?"
"It's an option. Fight crime, protect the innocent, work for world peace."
"Peni, I'm not a hero," Peter told her. "I'm a science nerd who just wants to provide for his family. Uncle Ben and Aunt May try to hide it, but I know money's tight. With Human Spider, with this TV deal, I could help out with bills and expenses."
"Okay, you have a point there," Peni conceded. "But… I just gotta say this. Human Spider? Really? That's the best name you could come up with?"
"I'm sure the TV guys will come up with something better," Peter replied. "Unless you got something better."
"Quite a few, actually. Kid Arachnid. Spider-Boy. Spider-Man."
"Spider-Man…" Peter nodded. "Hey, I like that. It's catchy. Now why didn't I think of that?"
"Search me," Peni shrugged. "Just keep what I said in mind. Helping your aunt and uncle is good and all, but you could still be something more."
At dinner that night, Peter found himself thinking of Peni's words.
"Everything alright, Peter," Ben asked. "You've barely touched your food."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Peter nodded. "Just... something Peni and I were talking about earlier. We were debating what it'd be like to have superpowers, like the Fantastic Four or be a mutant."
He looked up. "Uncle Ben... what would you do if you had powers like that? Something no one else could do."
"Hmmm… hard to say, honestly," Ben admitted. "I'd like to think I'd do something noble with them. Help people to the best of my ability. Your father used to be much the same."
That got Peter's attention.
"He had a philosophy that he held to pretty strongly. And it's one that served him very, very well. He believed that if there were things in this world that you had to offer, things that you did well, better than anyone else, things that you could do that helped people feel better about themselves... Well, he believed that it wasn't just a good idea to do those things. He believed it was your responsibility to do those things. As he put it: With great power... comes great responsibility."
"Oh," Peter nodded. "I see."
His phone began to buzz and he looked down, seeing that his alarm was going off. It was reminding him of his meeting with the network.
"Oh shoot…" he let out. "Uh, Uncle Ben, can I get a ride?"
"What is it?
"I... uh... promised Peni I'd meet her at the library
"Oh, sure. No problem.
One week later, Peter appeared on It's Amazing as he intended. He wowed the crowd by putting out a candle with his web-shooters, sticking to walls, and swinging on a webline over the crowd. As they cheered and applauded, Peter was high off of fame and success; even if he was wearing a mask, he felt he was showing off to all those who looked down on and pushed him around in high school. As his segment ended, people cheered and Peter headed out, collecting his paycheck.
"Stop!" Someone shouted. "Thief!"
Peter turned to see a man running for all he was worth from a security guard. The man ran past him, Peter standing and watching as he pressed the elevator button and ducked inside. The guard caught up, scowling as he turned on Peter
"What the hell is wrong with you?! All you had to do was trip him, or hold him for a minute!" "Sorry, pal," Peter shrugged. "That's your job, not mine."
He headed out as the guard fumed. Peni was waiting for him outside, and they headed back to his house as Petter explained what happened.
"You seriously let that thug run right past you and did nothing?!" she exclaimed.
"What's the big deal?" he asked. "The cops probably got him later."
"That's not the point, Peter! You could've done something!"
"Your Aunt Yuri's rubbing off on you, I see." Peter sighed, shaking his head. "Look, Peni. I'm not a cop. It wasn't my problem. I've been pushed around my whole life by everyone, and I finally have a name for myself. From here on out, I'm looking out for number one- me."
"You know what? Fine." Peni threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "You wanna look out for yourself? Go right ahead. But keep this in mind: those who tend to look out only for themselves are usually the ones who pay the biggest."
"Where'd you get that, a fortune cookie?" Peter deadpanned.
Before Peni could retort, they stopped short at the sight of a police car in front of the Parker house, Peni's aunt talking to a hysterical May.
"Hey… that's my aunt," Peni realized. "But what's she doing here?"
Peter immediately ran up to May.
"Aunt May, what's wrong?" he questioned.
"Oh, Peter…" May wiped her eyes. "It's Ben."
Peter's heart stopped at that, as Peni talked to her aunt.
"Aunt Yuri, what's going on?!" she demanded.
"There's... no easy way to say this," Yuri admitted. "Peter's uncle was murdered not too long ago."
Peni gasped at that, while Peter spun around to face her.
"What?! Uncle Ben is dead?! It can't be!" he grabbed Yuri by the sleeve. "Who did it?!"
"Dennis Carradine," Yuri answered. "A gang member we've been after for a while. He broke into the house, and Ben surprised him."
Just then, a call came in on Yuri's radio.
"All units! Dennis Carradine's car has been spotted in the warehouse district!"
Peter scowled in rage and sorrow before hurrying off. Peni hurried after him, stopping him in a nearby alley just as he was about to strip down into the Spider-Man costume.
"Pete, wait!" she shouted. "What're you-?!"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Peter snapped as he changed. "I don't know why Carradine came to my house or what he wanted, but I get first crack at him. The NYPD can have whatever's left of him when I'm done."
"Peter, just calm down for a second!" Peni pleaded. "Don't do something you're gonna regret!"
Spider-Man donned his mask, shooting a webline before taking off.
"Peter!" Peni cried as he took off. "PETER!"
Down at the warehouse, Carradine carefully looked out a window to see several police cars outside.
"You are completely surrounded! There's no use trying to run!
Carradine ducked back, gun in hand.
"All I gotta do is hold them off until the moon goes down," he muttered. "Then I can slip away in the dark."
"You're not getting away, murderer!"
Carradine spun around, seeing Spider-Man clinging to the wall above. He immediately opened fire, but Spider-Man ran around it, getting up close before grabbing him by the wrist and throwing him across the room. As the gun hit the ground, he webbed it, yanking it out of reach before sticking it to the wall.
"W-what do you want from me?!" he demanded.
"You took a good man's life tonight," Spider-Man hissed. "A man with a loving wife and family. And for what?! A few lousy dollars?!"
He advanced on him threateningly. Carradine tried running the other way, but Spider-Man shot a web at his back, whipping him towards a wall.
"You're not getting away this time!" he swore.
"Don't hurt me," Carradine pleaded, holding his hands out in a warding-off gesture. "Just give me a chance! JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE!"
That really set Spider-Man off
"What about Ben Parker?!" he shouted. "Did you give him a chance?! Did you?!"
He grabbed him by the lapels, slamming him into the window. "ANSWER ME!"
Peter's rage turned to shock and horror as the moonlight illuminated Carradine's features, allowing him to clearly see his face. It was the crook that ran past him at the studio. the one Peter didn't stop when he had the chance.
"No…" he let out. "It can't be… Not you!"
Peni's words suddenly echoed in his mind:
"You wanna look out for yourself? Go right ahead. But keep this in mind: those who tend to look out only for themselves are usually the ones who pay the biggest."
He dropped him, stumbling back. Carradine backed away, but went back a step too far, tripping and falling out the window. On instinct, Spider-Man darted forward, grabbing his arm.
"You're not getting off that easy," he said.
"I'll do whatever you want!" Carradine begged. "Turn myself in, anything! Just don't kill me!"
"I'm half-tempted to," Spider-Man admitted. "Let you suffer the same fate you saw fit to inflict on Ben Parker."
He spun him around, sticking a web to his back. "But it's not what he'd want."
He solemnly lowered Carradine to the ground, in view of the police, before fleeing the scene.
The next morning, Peni went to the Parker house, finding May listlessly sitting on the couch, tears sliding down her face. The older woman turned to look at her, wiping her eyes.
"Mrs. Parker…" she began, "I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am."
"Thank you, dear," May replied, giving a soft smile. "Peter's up in his room."
Peni went up there, softly knocking on the door.
"Peter?" she said. "It's me. Can I come in?"
"Yeah. Come on in."
She entered, seeing Peter sitting on the bed, dried tears on his face and a look of absolute guilt. He wiped his face, sighing.
"Peter?" she questioned.
"Peni... Carradine…" Peter drew a shuddering breath. "He was the same crook I let slip by me at the TV studio."
Peni gasped. "Oh, Peter…"
She sat down next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"It's all my fault…" Peter lamented. "If I'd just stopped him at the studio when I had the chance, Uncle Ben would still be alive."
"You couldn't have known," Peni insisted.
"It doesn't matter," Peter replied. "I should have done something."
He stood up, looking out the window. "You were right, Peni. You were right all along."
"I know I got on you for that, but you made a mistake," Peni told him gently.
"Yeah... but I won't make it again," Peter swore, looking over his costume and web-shooters in the closet. "I won't let something like this happen to anyone else. With great power... comes great responsibility."
A few days later…
Two muggers were running through the streets before ducking into an alley. Just as they were counting their haul, a figure appeared behind them. It took them a few minutes, but they turned to see Spider-Man there, the lenses on his mask narrowed.
"Evening, gentlemen," he greeted. "I see you have a few things that don't belong to you."
"Ain't you that Spider-Guy on It's Amazing?" one mugger scoffed. "What're you gonna do, pull off those wire stunts?"
"Is that really what you think those were?"
He began to approach. The mugger immediately drew his gun, shooting at him, only to gape as Spider-Man jumped out of the way, clinging to the wall above.
"Holy shit!" the second mugger screamed in horror. "It's real!"
"And so is this."
He shot two webs, pinning them to the wall.
"D-don't kill us, man!" the mugger pleaded.
"I'm not gonna kill you," Spider-Man assured. "I want you to do me a favor. I want you to tell all your friends about me."
"W-what the hell are you?!"
"Not what. Who," Spider-Man got in his face. "I'm Spider-Man."
-X-
Some time later, police cars came along to find the muggers hanging from a street lamp with webbing. Yuri approached one of them, confused, seeing a note pinned to one of them. She took it off, unfolding it to reveal a simple message:
"Courtesy of your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man."
Author's Note:
And this concludes the beginning of my version of the Spider-Man mythos, inspired by Writing Avenger 2016's own take on them.
As you may have guessed, Peni is a version of Peni Parker. Here, her name is Peni Watanabe, the paternal niece of Yuri Watanabe. She's basically Peter's confidant here, the Gear to his Static.
Voice cast:
* Peter/Spider-Man - Josh Keaton, his voice in the Spectacular Spider-Man cartoon, as well as in Marvel vs. Capcom 3 and Spider-Man: Edge of Time, and the voice of his Ultimate counterpart in Spider-Man: Shattered Dimensions
* Peni - Kimiko Glenn, her voice in Into the Spider-Verse
* May - Nancy Linari, her voice in the 2017 cartoon and the 2018 PS4 game
* Ben - Josh Dallas (Prince Charming in Once Upon a Time, Ben Bass from Hawaii Five-0)
Please R&R. Until next time!