Author's Note: Merry Christmas, everybody! I have chosen this day to begin my latest crossover series, the Spider-Nick series!
For those of you who don't know what the Spider-Nick series is, I'll explain. It's a fun idea I had with my fellow fanfic writer, MajorBrony95, who has provided a lot of fun ideas to use in the series. Seriously, he has been a BIG help with the series.
Anyway, seven Nick cartoons have been chosen to make up this Spider-Verse-inspired series. Each story will center around a different version of Spider-Man. Some will be familiar while others are completely original versions.
Before anyone asks, I'd like to point out that the Spider-Verse series will have ABSOLUTELY NO relation to the much older Spider-Verse series of fanfics I have made. In fact, it's going to be a SEPARATE series, one that'll have an endgame fanfic like my other superhero crossover series.
Below are the Nickelodeon shows I have chosen to cover my Spider-Nick series...
*TMNT (2012)
*Legend of Korra
*Danny Phantom
*My Life as a Teenage Robot
*Glitch Techs
*Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius
*El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera
I thought I'd start off series with the only story in the series which will feature the original Peter Parker Spider-Man. Pretty simple start. Enjoy the first chapter of my new series. Any and all comments are welcome.
"All right, let's do this one last time. My name is Peter Parker. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for three months, I have been your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. I'm pretty sure you know the rest.
"Actually, you know what? Let's just go over everything. Ever since my parents died under mysterious circumstances, I've been living with my Aunt May and Uncle Ben. I got bullied a lot in high school, but I did have a few friends, especially Harry Osborn, son of Norman Osborn, the CEO of Oscorp. One day, I went on a class field trip to Oscorp where I was bitten by a mysterious spider. Must have been radioactive or something, because soon after, I developed strange superpowers. I could stick to walls. I had the proportionate strength of a spider. I had a sixth sense for danger. Basically, I could do anything a spider can.
"I figured that with these powers, I could make a profit, so I went into showbiz. It didn't work out though. I made a mistake out of anger, and my Uncle Ben… died because of it. To honor his death, I decided to take his words to heart: 'With great power comes great responsibility'.
"Ever since then, I've been swinging around New York City taking out any gangsters and hoodlums who wish to do the citizens harm. Some people appreciate what I do, but many people don't. That's mostly because of the Daily Bugle. Their hothead chief editor, J. Jonah Jameson, thinks I'm a 'Spider-Menace' and convinced anyone who'd listen that I'm a threat to the city. Honestly, it really bugs me that anyone would think that.
"But despite the setbacks, I'm not going to let that get me down. Because the only thing standing between this city and criminal corruption is me! There's only one Spider-Man, and you're looking at him!"
The web-slinging hero graced the skies of New York with a swing across town. He threw himself to a wall to run across it. Once he reached its corner, he jumped off and shot another webline giving a strong-enough swing to launch himself high to the top of the nearest building on the block. He targeted the top of the satellite tower and perched himself right at its tip.
From where he was, Spider-Man could see the Big Apple at night through the white eyelids of his red mask that matched half of the rest of his costume, minus the blue underside of his arms and blue legs, the black spider logo on his chest, and the web-themed pattern along his red parts.
"This is Spider-Man giving you yours eyes in the sky." He said aloud like he was a news reporter. "It's 64 degrees now. Relatively cloudless skies, though you can't see any stars here 'cause, you know, New York. Honestly, the 'City That Never Sleeps' seems to actually be pretty quiet tonight. Not even a single purse snatcher deciding to mess with innocent old ladies. Looks like I get to turn in to bed on time after all."
"AAAAAAHHHH!"
Spider-Man followed the sound of the scream to the road. He saw a teenager driving his motorcycle wildly with a fearful look on his face. From the Antonio's Pizza T-shirt he wore and the stack of pizza boxes shaking behind him, it was obvious what his job was.
"Runaway pizza man." Spider-Man said. "And here, I thought I'd seen everything."
Spider-Man shot his web and swung on down to ground level right in front of the pizza delivery boy. The guy stopped his motorcycle just as Spider-Man landed before him. He gasped seeing the superhero.
"Sir, do you have any idea how fast you were going?" Spider-Man asked. "You see, this is why I prefer web-travel. There are no speed limits that way."
"Y-You…" the pizza boy said with a startled voice. "You're that guy from the paper. The spider menace."
"Uh, not quite. It's Spider-Man."
"L-Look, man. Please, don't hurt me." The pizza boy pleaded. "I'm having a bad enough night."
"Well, we've all seen New York after sundown." Spider-Man said. "Why don't you just drive at a normal speed? You look like you just saw a ghost."
"No. I saw something worse." The pizza boy said in a shook voice. "I just saw monsters down the block. Big, green monsters."
"Uh, huh." Spider-Man nodded skeptically. "Let me guess, they came from the sewers?"
"Maybe! I don't know! Look, I'm not joking! There were four of them, and they were gonna eat me! I left as fast as I could. Although, I think I may have dropped a box when I ran. Oh, that is SO coming out of my paycheck."
Spider-Man sighed. "All right. I'll go check it out, just as long as you mind your speed, young man."
"Hey, if you want to get eaten by giant turtle monsters, be my guest. I'm living to see another day." The pizza boy started his motorcycle and continued his route going around Spider-Man. The web-slinger watched him drive off to make sure he wouldn't go too fast again.
"Green monsters." Spider-Man repeated with a chuckle to himself. "Still, that guy swears he saw something. It's probably a hoax, but it's best if I checked."
Spider-Man spent the next twenty minutes swinging around the block where the pizza delivery guy swore he saw the turtles. He stopped swinging when he landed on a rooftop to rest. He took another look at the city before sighing in defeat.
"Well, so far, no 'giant turtles' scaring the pies out of delivery boys." Spider-Man said to himself. "Looks like it was just a prank. Probably a bunch of bozos wearing costumes or something. It's certainly easier to believe than man-sized reptiles in shells roaming around the streets."
Suddenly, a distant noise caught Spider-Man's attention. He quickly turned his head and followed the sound. He used one thread of his webs to zip himself over to the next block where he planted himself on the side of a building. He then looked at the street below and saw something that he couldn't believe.
The street was filled with different figures fighting. Half of them were identical-looking men in black suits. Those men were fighting what looked like humanoid turtles just like the delivery boy said. The turtles each had different weapons in their hands and their bandanas that they wore around their eyes were different colors.
"There's something you don't see every day." Spider-Man commented.
He then looked at one of the turtles, one with a purple bandana. He was standing over a red-headed girl in a yellow shirt. She screamed while trying to crawl away from him.
"Hey, I know her. That's April O'Neil from school. Guess it's time for a hero's classic damsel in distress situation."
What Spider-Man didn't know was that the turtle in the purple bandana was just trying to reassure April. Though she was taken by fearful surprise at him, he did his best to calm her down.
"No, no, no no. Don't worry. We're the good guys. It's okay."
April turned to see two of the men in suits approaching her. She looked back at the turtle who offered her his three-fingered hand. She raised her hand slowly going to accept it, but before she could have the chance, Spider-Man intervened.
The web-swinger got a line from his wrist which attached itself on the back of the turtle's shell. He turned around and got yanked from the street. At the same time, Spider-Man jumped from the wall and flew towards the turtle who he kicked in midair. The turtle flew from the kick and crashed to a nearby dumpster while Spider-Man landed on the ground.
"Donnie!" one of the other turtles called out.
"Don't worry. Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is… here?"
He turned to where he'd seen April only to find that she wasn't on the street anymore. He looked ahead and saw the guys in suits putting her into the back of a white panel van. Spider-Man also saw another man with balding red hair and beard. He recognized him as April's father, Kirby O'Neil, an old friend of his late parents! The driver of the van was a large man with brown hair, wearing a green-striped shirt and sporting a nasty sneer. Spider-Man got a good look at him as he swerved the van and drove out of sight.
"What just happened?" he asked.
"I'll tell you what happened! You let those guys take that girl and her father away!" yelled the turtle in the purple bandana. He was tall and lanky with a gap in his teeth. Spider-Man remembered one of the other turtles calling him Donnie. He picked himself up from the garbage and angrily confronted the web-slinger. "What in the name of Einstein's theory is wrong with you?! Why did you do that?! She was about to accept my help!"
"Hey! From where I was swinging, some weirdo in a turtle costume was standing over a frightened high-school girl!" Spider-Man said. "Seriously, why the turtle gimmick? It's not even that scary. Honestly, it's sort of dopey-looking."
"Dopey?!" Donnie asked, affronted, a tic mark appearing on his forehead.
Spider-Man suddenly reached his hands up and grabbed the sides of the turtle's head. He pinched and tugged hard, making Donnie yell out in pain.
"OW! OWOWOW! OKAY! OKAY! QUIT IT! THAT'S MY FACE!"
As soon as Spider-Man realized what he was holding wasn't a mask, he cried out in shock and released him. "Wait a minute! That's not…"
"Whoa!" yelled out a turtle in an orange bandana. He was shorter than the other turtles with freckles on his cheeks. "You're that spider dude from the news! Bros, we're in the presence of a bona fide superhero!"
"Wait a second. Didn't that loud mustache guy on the news say he was a bad guy?" asked a turtle with a red bandana. He had a small, lightning-shaped crack in his shell. "If that's so, then I won't feel bad about pummeling him for helping those kidnappers."
"Kidnappers?" Spider-Man asked. "What are you guys talking about? Are you all really giant talking turtles?"
"Forget him. We got a van to track down." Said the one in the blue bandana.
"Fine!" the red-bandana turtle groaned. "I still can't believe you jabbed me with your sword, Leo."
"Well, I didn't know you were gonna land where I was stabbing, Raph!" argued the turtle with the blue bandana.
As he watched the turtles disappear in the alleyway, Spider-Man stood alone in the center of the road. He kept his white mask lenses pointed straight ahead.
"This… This cannot be real." He said in disbelief. "Maybe a good night's rest is all I need. Yeah, that's it. I've been working too hard. Hallucinating."
Spider-Man shot a webline upwards and swung himself out of the street. Little did he know that the turtle in the orange bandana stuck around to watch him leave high above his head.
"Whoa. That dude is kinda cool." He said before noticing that there was one man in a suit left standing. "Oh. One more, huh? Well, I'll take care of this one."
About half a minute later, that turtle would see something truly unbelievable.
Swinging his way back to Queens, Spider-Man's head was flooded with thoughts.
"There's no way what happened really happened, right? Those weren't real turtle monsters, right? Those guys in suits didn't really kidnap April, right? Oh, boy. Can my life get any worse?"
"OOF!" Peter grunted loudly as he was pushed to the lockers the very next day. The guy who pushed him was a large jock with blonde hair.
"Aww! Looks like Puny Parker really likes the lockers, doesn't he?" he asked with a mocking tone.
It's times like these that Peter really regrets removing his spider outfit and putting on his plain, bright-blue shirt and bright-brown pants instead. He also really wished he could use his spider powers to fight back against his bully, Flash Thompson. But to keep his identity a secret, he reluctantly has to keep it all to himself.
Thankfully, he has his friends in school too, however few they may be. His best friend, Harry Osborn, saw Peter in trouble again and stepped into Flash's way.
"Hey, come on, Flash. Why don't you go hit somebody your own size?"
"They hit back." Flash countered.
"Wow. That's some reasoning, Flash." Peter said with a smile on his face. "I can hardly believe you thought of that."
Flash sneered and stepped closer to his victim, but Harry stood his ground between the two of them.
"You know what?" Flash asked. "I'm not feeling it today. Good luck being a nerd, Parker."
Once Flash walked away, Harry turned to Peter. The young genius brushed himself off and smiled at his friend.
"Thanks for that, Harry."
"Hey, you know I always got your back." Harry said. "Although, I wouldn't have to so much if you didn't talk back to Flash a lot."
"But he makes it too easy." Peter chuckled before letting out a wide yawn which Harry noticed.
"Hey, you okay, man?"
"I'm fine. Just had a long night. I barely got any sleep."
"What, you stay up working on your homework?" Harry asked. "Take it easy, man. Otherwise, you'll burn out and actually start seeing things."
"Gee, I hope that's all that was." Peter said under his breath thinking back to the impossible encounter he had with giant turtles holding ninja weapons. "Well, I gotta go. Geometry isn't going to figure itself out."
"Wouldn't that be something though." Harry returned.
Once the two boys went their separate ways, Peter headed straight to his geometry class. He sat down in his seat noticing that the teacher hasn't arrived yet. He was prepared to wait, but a voice behind him caught his attention.
"Hey, Pete." He turned to face a girl with blonde hair and circular glasses. It was his classmate, Debra Whitman.
"Yes, Debra?"
"Have you seen April?"
Peter's eyes widened upon hearing that question. Remembering that April was in his geometry class, he turned to see where she normally sat, which was the first seat on Debra's right. Much to his worry, the chair turned out to be empty. He hid his fear as best as he could.
"No. Haven't seen her all morning." That technically wasn't a lie.
"Weird. It's not like her to just vanish." Debra said curiously.
"Maybe she's just calling in sick." Peter said hopefully.
"Yeah, but you'd think she'd text her friends at least. You, me, and Harry." Debra said. "Just the other day, she and I were talking about the mysterious kidnappings."
"Kidnappings?" Peter asked, his hopes lowering by the second.
"Yeah. There have been a lot of kidnappings around the city these past couple of months." Debra answered. "The police have suggested people stay indoors at night until it's solved. Though maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions. I just hope she's okay."
Peter's hopes were shattered. He turned away from Debra hiding his face which was filled with both guilt and worry just as the teacher came into class, though Peter couldn't hear a word she said.
"Oh, crud! That was real! I thought those guys were helping April, but it turns out they kidnapped her! Those turtles—whatever they are—they were trying to help, and I blew it! Now, April and her dad or who knows where? I have to fix this. And I know just the person to help."
After dark, in another part of the city, a Japanese woman stepped out of a coffee house and was about to head to her police car. But just as she gripped the driver's door window, she heard a metal thump above her. She looked up and found Spider-Man crouching on top of her car.
"Hey, Yuri."
"Spider-Man." The woman greeted. "Since when are we on a first-name basis?"
"What? Just last month, I helped you catch those Purple Dragons you were staking out. They almost turned the tables on you if I hadn't shown up."
Yuri smiled and took a sip of her coffee. "Yeah. I knew you were a good person as soon as I saw you. I tried sticking up for you to everyone else in my precinct, but you're not exactly Mr. Popular around there."
"No kidding. With them, it's always 'Shoot the spider freak first, ask questions later.' But as long as you like me, that's good enough for me." Spider-Man said. "That's why I know you can help me with something."
Yuri sighed without dropping her smile. "Why do men only compliment me when they want something? All right. What do you need?"
"It's the mysterious kidnappings." Spider-Man said. "I think I witnessed one last night."
Finally, Yuri's smile dropped. "You sure?"
"I believe so." Spider-Man said. "I don't know all the details though. I just saw a teenage girl and her dad get taken by some guys in suits, but it was a pretty crazy night, so I'm not sure what the situation was exactly."
"A teenage girl and her dad?" Yuri asked with a pondering look. "That doesn't usually match the usual MO. The serial kidnappings usually have scientist victims."
"Scientists?" Spider-Man asked. "Now that you mention it, that girl was actually someone I had seen around before. I know for a fact her dad is a psychologist. Has an apartment office on 14th street. Would that count?"
"Maybe, but we can't know for sure unless we have solid leads." Yuri said. "Was there anything else you saw that might be important. Like maybe what the guys looked like."
"Kinda generic, I guess." Spider-Man said. "Most of them were men in suits that looks very similar. Kinda like Agent Smith from the Matrix. Wait! Now that I think about it, there was one guy who looked different from them. There was a big guy in a green-striped shirt."
"Green-striped shirt?" Yuri asked. She opened her door and reached in before pulling out a manilla folder. "Is this the guy?"
She passed the folder to Spider-Man who looked inside. Among a few papers, he found a mugshot of the same man he saw the other night.
"That's him all right. I know that lack of style anywhere."
"Congrats, Spidey. We've been looking into him for a while." Yuri said taking the folder back. "His name is Flint Marko, a former low-level bank robber who has since been paroled, he's risen up on our suspect list for a while after being supposedly spotted around several areas that the kidnappings have taken place in. Unfortunately, we don't have any solid evidence, so we can't investigate further. But if a certain red-suited vigilante were to pull something up…"
"Say no more, Yuri. Actually, say one more thing: the guy's address." Yuri gave it to him leading to an area downtown. "Thanks. And who knows? Maybe this will be the beginning of…" He lowered his voice to be low and raspy. "Spider-Cop!"
Spider-Man shot a line and threw himself off Yuri's car. As she watched him swing away, she sighed and rubbed the side of her head with her fingers.
"That better not be a regular thing with him."
"Give it up already, Leo!" cried out the turtle with the red bandana. "The guy's not gonna show."
The four turtles stood on top of a rooftop that oversaw a garage. They were there waiting for Flink Marko after recognizing the logo on the building that matched the one on his van.
"We have to be patient, Raph." Leo said.
"No. You have to come up with a better plan," Raph said, "'Cause the four of us standing here with thumbs up our noses…"
"I don't think they'd fit." Mikey said after staring at his thumbs for a second.
"…is pointless."
"I had a feeling I'd run into you guys sooner or later." The turtles all shook in surprise as they looked up at the top of a billboard that shared the roof with them. Spider-Man was seen on top before he jumped off and landed in between the four of them.
"You again?" Donnie asked.
"Yeah. It's me." Spider-Man said. "Man, I still can't believe you guys are real."
"Oh, we're real all right." Raph said cracking his knuckles. "About as real as the bruises you're gonna have for letting those jerks get away!"
"Okay, okay." Spider-Man said raising his hands to defend himself. "Look, I'm sorry I messed up last night. I misread the situation very badly, and I want to make it right."
"So you're here to help us?" Leo asked.
"Yep. But first, I gotta know your names. And your backstory." Spider-Man said. "I mean, how do four talking ninja turtles come to be anyway. Are you… aliens or something?"
"No! That would be stupid!" Raph scoffed. "Though I know SOMEONE who would think it was cool." He looked over at Leo, who glared at him before turning to Spider-Man.
"Well, the backstory is kind of a long one," Leo said, "But right now, I'm Leonardo, the hothead is Raphael, the one with the stick is Donatello, and the last guy is Michelangelo."
"Really? I'm just the 'last guy'?" Mikey asked dryly and seeming insulted. "Way to make me sound like a loser on our first superhero team up, Leo!"
"Leonardo? Raphael? Donatello? Michelangelo?" Spider-Man asked. "I'm sensing a theme here."
"Let's just say someone we know loves Renaissance artwork." Leo said.
"So how did you find this place?" Donnie asked.
"I got this acquaintance in the police who told me." Spider-Man informed.
"Wow! A real insider on the force! Classic superhero trope!" Mikey squeed.
"Said it belonged to a guy called Flint Marko. He's the guy who drove the van."
"So my instinct was right." Leo said. "This is where the guy's going to be."
Raph groaned. "If he was going to be here, don't you think he'd be here right now? I said it once, and I'll say it again; it's pointless."
Leo looked down at the garage and gave a cocky smirk. "You sure about that, Raph?"
"He just showed up, didn't he?" Raph asked slightly annoyed. "I should've complained two hours ago."
The white van parked itself in the alleyway nearly concealed in shadows. The driver's door opened and Flint Marko stepped out. He shifted his eyes around suspiciously. While he did that, Spider-Man and the turtles looked down at him from above.
"Gentlemen, I have a bold and daring plan! There's no time for hesitation! My orders must be carried out without question!" Leo said dramatically before noticing that the others left the rooftop without him. "Guys? Guys, wait up!"
As soon as Flint left the alleyway, he suddenly found himself surrounded by the turtles. He looked up and saw Spider-Man on top of a lamp post.
"You found me?" Flint asked.
"Yeah. I'm like a bloodhound when it comes to scum." Spider-Man said.
"All right, Mucko, or whatever your name is." Raph said. "We can do this the easy way or—my vote—the hard way."
"Yeah, look at it logically." Donnie said pulling out his weapon like the rest of his brothers. "There are five of us and one of you. What are you gonna do?"
"Well, I know what you're gonna do." Flint said reaching behind his waist. "Say hello to my little friend!"
In an instant, Flint pulled out what looked like a futuristic pistol. When he pulled the trigger, it shot out purple beams like bullets causing the turtles to jump. He then fired at Spider-Man who swung out of the way. With the coast clear, Flint returned to his van and drive out into the street.
"What kind of heat is this guy packing?" Spider-Man asked.
"Who cares?" Leo asked. "He's getting away!"
Spider-Man lifted himself high into the air with web swings while the turtles scaled up the nearest building and ran across the rooftop. They ran and jumped from one rooftop to the next while Spider-Man continued to swing to the van's direction.
At last, Spider-Man caught up to the van and landed on its side. He beat his fist onto it to get Flint's attention. The crook looked into the mirror to find him sticking to the van's side.
"Hi there. I'm closer than I appear."
Flint growled before reaching his laser gun out and blasting at Spider-Man, who threw himself over to the roof of the van. Flint also saw the turtles closing in and tried to shoot them too. However, like Spider-Man, he had no success.
Leo swung his arm and released a ninja star to the van's front-left wheel. It lost all of its air upon impact causing the van to skid out of control. Flint tried to regain control, but it was no use. He hit a lamp post and the car flipped itself into the air. Thankfully, Spider-Man thought quickly and jumped off the van. He then fired a lot of web aiming it in front of the flying vehicle. In just about a second, he fashioned a net made of web which caught the van in midair causing it to face upward.
"Now, we're getting somewhere." Leo said.
The turtles regrouped with Spider-Man at the street. They couldn't avert their eyes from seeing the van trapped in a giant web like a fly
"That's some quick thinking." Donnie said stepping forward to investigate the web. "This substance. Is it natural?"
"Nope. Chemical." Spider-Man answered. "I made it myself."
"You're kidding!" Donnie said excitedly, gently tugging one of the web's edges. "Incredible! An extremely tough, flexible fiber with extraordinary adhesive properties! Almost like nylon, yet it can keep a van stuck and suspended! I would love to…"
"Hey, talk nerd on your own time." Raph said. "We got a crook to talk to."
"Just be careful." Leo said. "We don't know what's in there."
Just then, one of the van's doors fell open and something dropped out of it. Everyone watched as a glowing-blue cylinder fell to the ground and rolled right to Mikey's feet. He looked down and took a good look at the unknown, goo-like substance that filled the glass canister completely.
Just then, Mikey let out a most surprised expression. His eyes widened as he said one word while looking at the glowing canister.
"Mom?"
"Mom?" Spider-Man repeated noticing the rest of the turtles' similarly shocked reactions. "What does that mean?"
"Remember that long backstory I told you about?" Leo asked. "Well, long story short, fifteen years ago, the four of us were exposed to a strange substance in a glass cannister." Leo explained. "It mutated us. That's why we're like this."
Spider-Man's head turned toward the cannister in an instant. "Mutated? And that's the stuff that did it?"
"I believe so." Donnie said picking up the canister. "It's the same canister with the same substance. The same… mutagen. But… how?"
And that was the question that started it all. From that moment on, none of their lives would be the same ever again.