Chapter 1:"New Beginnings"
"Hey everyone, I'm back with a new story! This is a reboot of my recent story, *Spectacular Spider-Man: Rise of a New Spider*. Welcome to the new story, *Spectacular Spider-Men*. So sit back, relax, review, and enjoy!"
It was a bright and quiet day in New York City. People were going about their business as usual, and most had something on their minds—talking about the city's hero, Spider-Man, like he was just a normal part of life. But in one part of the city, there was someone who had never even heard of him. Right now, he was too busy moving into his new apartment.
Bringing boxes in from the moving truck was a 14-year-old boy named Jake Evans. He had medium-length black hair, bronze skin, and brown eyes. Standing at about five feet nine, he wore a blue hoodie with the zipper undone, revealing a matching blue t-shirt underneath. His dark cargo pants and black-and-blue running sneakers completed the look.
Jake had just moved to the city, hoping for a fresh start. Ever since his dad passed away, he'd been feeling lost. His mom, Sam Evans, believed this move was exactly what they needed—a new beginning in a new place. Besides, she had a new job at FEAST, a local organization dedicated to helping the homeless, and their new apartment was closer to where she worked.
As Jake carried another box up to his room, he noticed his mom, Sam, already inside, carefully arranging his prized comic book collection on the shelf by the window. She had light skin, long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and wore a yellow shirt paired with dark blue jeans, black shoes, and a light blue jacket. She was focused, handling each comic with care, making sure they were placed just the way Jake liked them.
"Hey, Mom, you don't have to do all that," Jake said, setting the box down by the bed. "I can take care of it."
Sam turned around and smiled. "I know, but I thought you might want to get settled in a little faster. Besides, it gives me something to do while you finish bringing in the rest of the boxes."
Jake sighed, offering her a small smile. "You don't have to make everything perfect for me, you know."
She glanced at the comics in her hand before turning to face him. "I know, honey. But ever since..." she paused, her voice softening, "since your dad... I just want to make sure you're okay here. This place, it's a fresh start for both of us."
Jake shifted his weight, the memory of his dad's passing still lingering like a shadow. "Yeah, I get it." He shrugged, trying to lighten the mood. "Besides, it's not like I have that many comics to set up anyway."
She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I've been lugging those boxes for years—trust me, you've got plenty."
Jake looked at her and smiled wider this time. "Thanks, Mom. For, you know... everything."
Sam walked over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm just glad we're in this together. It's going to be different, but we'll figure it out. One step at a time."
Jake nodded, feeling a small weight lift from his chest. "Yeah. One step at a time."
Sam gave him one more reassuring smile before turning back to the comics. "Now, go grab the rest of the boxes before they block the whole hallway."
Jake laughed softly and made his way back downstairs, his thoughts swirling between the new life ahead of him and the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, New York could be more than just a fresh start—it could be a chance to find himself again.
The next day, Jake woke up to sunlight streaming through his window. Rubbing his eyes, he stretched before noticing a note resting on his nightstand. He reached for it and unfolded the paper, recognizing his mom's familiar handwriting.
"Had to leave early for work. Breakfast is in the fridge. Don't forget your backpack! Have a great day. Love you! —Mom"
Jake sighed, a small smirk forming as he put the note down. "Even when we move to a new place, mornings are the same," he muttered, shaking his head.
It was early in the morning as we found ourselves on the rooftops of New York. Two criminals holding large sacks of jewels were making their escape—Flint Marko and Alexei Sytsevich.
"Didn't I tell you? One getaway jump, and we're a million bucks richer," Flint said.
"Not until the boss takes his cut," his partner replied.
"Just shut up and jump," Flint ordered.
He was about to jump when a web shot down and grabbed him.
"What the?" Flint looked up to see a figure in a mostly blue suit with red gloves, boots, midsection, and mask, all designed with a web pattern covering the red portions. The suit featured a black spider emblem on the chest and a larger red spider on the back. It was none other than Spider-Man.
"Hey, Marko, is this the third time this summer I've caught you?" Spider-Man asked.
"Spider-Man!" Flint growled.
"Check out my Spider Signal. What do you think? Pretty cool, huh?" Spider-Man asked, revealing his friend dangling next to him.
"When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna—" Before he could finish, Spider-Man fired a web at his mouth.
"Language," Spider-Man said, dodging as Flint lunged at him.
Leaping out of the way, Spider-Man kicked Flint in the chest, knocking him back.
"Look, Flint, can I call you Flint? Be honest—was the signal too much, or did it work?" Spider-Man asked, firing a web and whacking Flint with the other sack of jewels. "I mean, you and I have fought quite a few times, so I really think your feedback would be helpful."
Firing more webs, Spider-Man tied Flint up with ease.
Zooming out, we see a man in a suit watching the fight on a laptop.
"Is this a live feed?" a menacing voice asked.
"Yes, sir," Hammerhead replied.
"Then I've seen enough. Send in the Enforcers," the voice ordered.
"They're already on their way," Hammerhead said.
At OSCORP, a bald man with a pointy nose was glaring at a short man with glasses. These men were Adrian Toomes and Otto Octavius.
"I blame you for this!" Adrian snapped, pointing at Otto. "You told me to bring my magnetic air transport system to OSCORP!"
"I-I know," Otto stammered.
"You arranged the meeting with Norman Osborn!" Adrian continued, causing Otto to back away in fear.
"I-I had the best intentions," Otto stuttered.
"He studied my ideas, rejected them, and then announced OSCORP Tech Flight 4 months later!" Adrian shouted.
"I-I-I am sorry, Adrian—"
"Don't you dare apologize, Doctor," Norman Osborn said, walking in. "OSCORP has nothing to apologize for."
"Nothing?! You stole my work!" Adrian accused.
"That's dangerous talk, Mr. Toomes. Dangerous and unsupportable. Listen, you old buzzard, you've been at this for decades without one success to your name. If you couldn't accomplish anything as a young man, who would believe you'd create Tech Flight as an old one?" Norman asked, causing Adrian to growl. "Boys, show Mr. Toomes out."
"Good news, I don't blame you anymore," Adrian said, looking at Otto before leaving.
Norman turned back to Otto with a sharp gaze. "Now, Dr. Octavius, what about the other experiment you mentioned? The one with the new spider?"
Otto, still rattled from Adrian's outburst, straightened his glasses and cleared his throat. "Ah, yes... the, uh, spider. It's... it's progressing quite well, actually."
Norman raised an eyebrow. "Progressing quite well? That's not what I'm looking for, Doctor. I want results. You said it was a new breed, something unique. Tell me about it."
Otto hesitated, but then spoke. "It's unlike any of the previous subjects. Its exoskeleton is a striking blue color, and there's something peculiar—a genetic marker on its abdomen, almost like a number... six."
"A number six?" Norman's interest visibly piqued.
"Yes," Otto continued. "I've never seen anything like it. We suspect it's a result of the gene-splicing process. The spider's physiology is incredibly advanced. Its web production and venom capabilities are off the charts, and it seems to have accelerated strength and agility. It's... perfect, Norman. The culmination of our genetic research."
Norman's eyes narrowed, a sly grin forming on his lips. "Perfect, you say? I like the sound of that. And the, uh... side effects?"
Otto swallowed nervously. "We're still monitoring. Some irregularities, but nothing too concerning. The subject is stable."
"Stable is good," Norman said, pacing slightly. "But stable is also boring. I want innovation, Otto. Power. The kind of breakthrough that puts OSCORP at the forefront of genetic research. Can this spider deliver that?"
Otto nodded cautiously. "I believe it can. We're planning to begin live trials soon. Once we've ensured the spider's abilities are... transferable, we can explore the full potential."
Norman stopped pacing and turned back to Otto. "Transferable? You mean, to humans?"
"Yes," Otto confirmed. "If everything goes as planned, this could revolutionize... well, everything. The possibilities are endless."
Norman's grin widened. "Excellent. Keep me informed, Doctor. And make sure nothing goes wrong. This project could change the world—and make us both very, very rich."
With that, Norman turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Otto standing there, his mind racing.
As Norman exited the lab, Otto turned back to his workstation, still uneasy from their conversation. He walked over to the chamber that housed the blue spider, staring at the display monitor to check the status.
Everything looked normal—until a sudden flash on the screen caught his attention.
"What the..." Otto muttered, leaning in closer. His eyes widened as the chamber was now... empty. Panic shot through him. "No, no, no..."
He frantically typed commands into the control panel, bringing up the security footage. The camera showed the spider crawling around the containment chamber, but then, somehow, it slipped through a crack in the casing. Otto stared in disbelief as the spider crawled out and disappeared into the shadows of the lab.
"Norman's going to kill me," Otto whispered to himself, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He jumped out of his chair, quickly scanning the lab for any sign of the escaped creature.
Footsteps echoed down the hall. Norman was coming back.
"Think, Otto, think!" he muttered, eyes darting around the room. He grabbed a container, hoping to catch the spider before Norman found out. But the room was vast, filled with countless nooks and crannies where a small creature like that could hide. The lab suddenly felt larger, and more ominous.
Just then, he heard a faint skittering noise from above. Looking up, he saw a flash of blue darting across the ceiling.
"There!" Otto whispered to himself as he rushed toward the corner of the lab. But before he could get any closer, the door swung open, and Norman strode back in, holding a tablet.
"Doctor," Norman started, not noticing Otto's frantic state, "I was reviewing some of your data, and I think we should—"
Norman stopped mid-sentence, eyes narrowing as he saw Otto frantically waving a container in the air.
"What in the world are you doing?" Norman asked suspiciously.
Otto froze. "Uh... j-just a small, uh... containment issue. Nothing to worry about."
"Containment issue?" Norman's tone darkened. "What containment issue, Otto?"
"The spider," Otto admitted in a near-whisper. "It, uh... it escaped."
Norman's face slowly shifted from mild annoyance to icy fury. "Escaped? How? You told me the containment protocols were flawless!"
"They were! I mean, they are! I don't know how it happened, but it slipped through the chamber. I—I can find it, though!" Otto pleaded, scanning the ceiling again.
Norman clenched his jaw, trying to contain his anger. "You better find it, Otto. If that spider gets out of this facility, there will be consequences. Do you understand me?"
Otto nodded quickly, his heart racing. "Yes, yes. I'll find it."
Norman took a step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "If this project is compromised because of your incompetence, it won't just be the spider you'll have to worry about."
Otto gulped, nodding as he backed away, desperately trying to track down the rogue spider. All the while, he couldn't help but wonder where it had gone—and what kind of trouble it could cause if it found the wrong person to bite.
As Jake made his way to school, lost in thought about his new life in the city, he suddenly collided with someone walking in the opposite direction.
"Whoa, sorry!" Jake quickly apologized, looking up to see a teenage boy with brown hair and light skin standing in front of him. The boy was about his age, and he had a friendly but slightly hurried expression on his face.
"It's cool," the boy said, adjusting the bag slung over his shoulder. Jake noticed something odd—he seemed to be tucking away something red and blue into his bag, but before he could get a closer look, the boy zipped it shut.
The stranger offered a quick smile. "You alright, man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Jake responded, shaking off the awkwardness. "I wasn't looking where I was going."
The boy chuckled. "Happens to the best of us." He glanced down at his watch, and Jake could sense he was in a hurry. "Hey, I'm Jaden, by the way. You're new around here, right?"
Jake nodded. "Yeah, just moved in. Name's Jake."
"Nice to meet you, Jake," Jaden said, giving a nod. "You heading to Midtown High too?"
"Yeah, first day," Jake replied, still a little distracted by the brief glimpse of the red and blue fabric.
"Same. Well, not my first day, but you know," Jaden said with a smile. "Hey, if you need any tips or whatever, just let me know. I pretty much know this city inside and out."
Jake raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? You a tour guide or something?"
Jaden grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Something like that." He glanced down the street. "Anyway, I should probably get going before I'm late, but I'll catch you later, alright?"
"Yeah, sure," Jake replied, watching as Jaden quickly headed off, his backpack bouncing slightly as he disappeared around the corner.
Jake stood there for a moment, still processing the brief encounter. Something about Jaden seemed familiar, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. That red and blue fabric—it looked oddly like the colors of New York's famous hero, Spider-Man. But that couldn't be, right?
Shaking his head, Jake continued his walk to school, unaware that he had just bumped into Spider-Man himself. As he made his way through the busy streets, he couldn't help but feel that his new life in New York was about to get a lot more interesting.
As Jake continued walking toward school, he unknowingly passed by OSCORP, the towering building casting a long shadow over the street. Inside, the escaped blue spider with the number six on its back was making its way out, unseen by any of the scientists who were frantically searching for it.
Unbeknownst to Jake, the tiny creature had crawled out of the lab's vents, scaling the walls of OSCORP until it reached the outside world. The spider, now free, carefully descended from the building's exterior and dropped down onto Jake's backpack just as he passed by.
At first, Jake didn't notice a thing. He continued his walk, humming quietly to himself, while the spider cautiously made its way onto his shoulder, blending in with the folds of his jacket. Jake felt a slight tickle, but when he looked around, there was nothing to see. He shrugged it off, thinking it was just the wind or his imagination.
Meanwhile, the spider stayed hidden, moving cautiously as Jake made his way down the street. It was drawn to him, sensing something unique about his energy—a faint connection, a spark of potential that pulled it closer.
Just as Jake reached the school gates, the bell rang, pulling him out of his thoughts. The spider, waiting for the perfect moment, crawled under his hoodie and then, without warning, bit him on the back of his neck.
"Ah!" Jake yelped, slapping his neck in reflex, but by then, the spider had already disappeared. He winced, feeling a sudden sting but figured it was just a bug bite. He rubbed the spot but quickly dismissed it, not wanting to be late on his first day.
Little did Jake know, the bite was not just an ordinary insect bite—it was the beginning of something much bigger. Something that would change his life forever.
As he walked into Midtown High, the strange sensation from the bite began to fade, and Jake pushed it to the back of his mind. He was ready to tackle the first day of school, completely unaware of the new abilities awakening inside him—and of the dangerous path his life was about to take.
Meanwhile, in an empty warehouse, Hammerhead led the Enforcers inside, where a speaker had been set up.
"Come on, the big man wants a word," Hammerhead said, guiding them toward the speaker. "Enforcers present and accounted for, boss."
"Thank you, Hammerhead. Gentlemen, I'll get right to the point. This whole summer, a pest has been plaguing our entire operation. At first, I thought it was just a rumor," the boss said.
"Thought they were stiffing us," Hammerhead added.
"Establishing patterns of movement took all summer, but last night we got proof. Spider-Man is real," the boss continued.
"And you want us to wrangle up this here Spider?" Montana asked.
"No, Montana. I want you to squash it," the boss replied.
Back at Midtown High, the science teacher, Mr. Aaron Warren, was writing on the board when the bell rang.
"Alright class, chapter one by tomorrow. Mr. Cooper, Ms. Stacy, a word," Mr. Warren said, getting their attention as everyone else left. "I was wondering if you two remember our field trip last year to Dr. Conners' lab at Empire State University?"
"How could I forget?" Jaden said, recalling that it was on that trip he got bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his Spider-Man powers.
"Me neither. Dr. Conners' research was fascinating," Gwen said. She was a girl with blonde hair clipped back and wore glasses.
"Us working with Curt Conners?" Gwen squealed before hugging Jaden. "Jaden, this is amazing!"
They both blushed, and Gwen quickly let go. "Uh, sorry."
"Uh, when do we start?" Jaden asked, trying to recover from the awkward moment.
"This afternoon," Mr. Warren replied.
Just then, Jake walked into the classroom, glancing down at his schedule, trying to make sure this was the right class. He looked up and saw Mr. Warren, Jaden, and Gwen still talking.
"Uh, excuse me," Jake said, stepping in hesitantly. "Is this... the science class?"
Mr. Warren turned to him, offering a welcoming smile. "Yes, you're in the right place. You must be the new student, Jake Evans, correct?"
Jake nodded. "Yeah, that's me."
"Great! Take a seat wherever you'd like. We were just finishing up, but I'll catch you up on everything," Mr. Warren said kindly.
Jake looked around the room and spotted a seat near the back. As he made his way over, Jaden and Gwen exchanged a glance.
"New guy, huh?" Jaden whispered to Gwen.
"Looks like it," Gwen replied softly, eyeing Jake curiously.
As Jake sat down, he couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. He took a deep breath and thought to himself, *First day in a new city, new school... I just hope things go smoothly.*
Meanwhile, Jaden and Gwen gathered their things, still buzzing with excitement over their upcoming project with Dr. Conners.
After school, Jaden was hanging out with Harry, a teenage boy with brown hair, at his penthouse, relaxing before his internship.
"Thanks for letting me come over, Harry. My meeting at ESU isn't for another hour," Jaden said, sitting down.
"I'm just surprised you didn't sign up for the paper again this year. You're like their best photographer," Harry said.
"Yeah, but I'm sick of Flash beating me up for not getting his 'good side' at games," Jaden replied, causing Harry to chuckle.
"Like he really has one," Harry smirked.
"This internship is my first step toward getting into a good college and becoming a scientist. I mean, look at this place. Your dad's a scientist, and you have all of this," Jaden said, gesturing around the penthouse.
"Boys, come out here," Norman called from the balcony.
Jaden and Harry walked outside to see Norman sitting down.
"I couldn't help overhearing," Norman said.
"I'm sorry, sir, I—" Jaden started.
"Don't you dare apologize, Jaden. I don't. So, what's this about a lab job?" Norman asked.
"At ESU, working for Curt Connors," Jaden replied.
"Connors, huh? Not bad, Jaden. A good word from him could take you places. I don't suppose you were considered, Harry?" Norman asked.
"No, sir," Harry said, frowning.
"It's good to see you again, Mr. Osborn," Jaden said.
"You as well, Jaden. I hope you'll stop by more often," Norman said.
"I will. Anyway, Harry and I will get out of your way so you can get back to work," Jaden said, just as something flew in.
"OSBORN!" A voice shouted.
Looking up, they saw Adrian Toomes in a high-tech red suit, swooping in and grabbing Norman before flying away with him.
"Dad!" Harry gasped. "What do we do?!"
"Call the cops! I'm gonna follow and see if I can help find them!" Jaden said quickly.
"Be careful, Jaden!" Harry shouted, running inside while Jaden quickly pulled out his Spider-Man suit.
In the air, Norman looked up at his kidnapper.
"Tell the truth, Osborn. Can your tech flight do this?!" Toomes snarled.
"Toomes?" Norman glared.
"Not anymore. I'm what you called me. I'm the Vulture!" he declared.
"I called you a buzzard. You're so dumb you didn't even get the name right," Norman corrected.
Growling, Vulture tossed Norman into the air before catching him again.
"Toomes, stop! What will this accomplish?" Norman demanded.
"It's a means to an end, Osborn. Something you know all about. You will announce to the world that Adrian Toomes is the genius behind tech flight, you will pay me everything I'm owed, and you will publicly apologize for stealing my invention!" Vulture snapped.
"I never apologize for anything, old man!" Norman spat.
"I may be an old man, but I'm not a patient one!" Vulture snarled, dropping Norman, sending him plummeting to the ground.
Suddenly, a web shot out, and Spider-Man swung in, catching Norman just in time.
"Whoo, that was close," Spider-Man quipped, surprising them both.
"Wh-What is this? These skies are my domain!" Vulture shouted, flying after him.
"Oh, don't mind me, just passing through," Spider-Man replied nonchalantly.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" Norman demanded.
"Geez, is this how you talk to people who help you? Oh man, you really need to work on that," Spider-Man joked.
"Who are you?" both Norman and Vulture asked.
"I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!" he declared.
"Spider-Man? I thought you were a myth," Vulture said.
"Nope, I'm the real deal!" Spider-Man said, just as Vulture flew in and sliced his web, causing both him and Norman to fall.
Down below, two cops walked out of the police station.
"Heads up!" Spider-Man shouted, catching their attention as he fired another web, swinging Norman toward them and dropping him off safely before swinging away.
Vulture attempted to grab Spider-Man again but missed.
"What's going on?" one of the cops asked.
"Explanations inside!" Norman grumbled as they escorted him into the station.
Swinging through the air, Spider-Man pursued Vulture.
"Look, Tweety, I get that you don't like Mr. Osborn, but dressing up as a bird and snatching him isn't gonna solve anything," Spider-Man called out, but Vulture sped away.
"Aww, what's the matter, Tweety? Thought I was a Puddy Tat?" Spider-Man teased.
"The name is Vulture!" Vulture roared.
Jake was walking down the street, his backpack slung over one shoulder, when he suddenly saw a figure soaring through the air above him. His eyes widened as he recognized the Vulture flying past, carrying some kind of high-tech gear.
"What the heck...?" Jake muttered, pausing in his tracks. He wasn't sure what was happening, but the sight of someone flying around in a bird suit didn't exactly scream "normal day."
Just as Jake was about to continue on his way, he felt a strange tingle at the back of his head. His senses flared up—an overwhelming instinct telling him something was off. Without even fully thinking, he quickly jumped back just in time as debris fell from above, crashing to the ground right where he had been standing.
A loud thud followed, and Jake whipped around to see a girl, who had been walking near him, almost caught by the falling rubble. She stumbled back, wide-eyed with fear.
"Whoa! You okay?" Jake asked, rushing over to help her.
"Y-yeah, I think so," she stammered, looking up at the sky nervously. "What was that?"
"I don't know, but something tells me this city is way crazier than I thought," Jake muttered, still glancing up at the Vulture, who was now a speck in the distance. He could feel that tingle again, urging him to stay alert.
Suddenly, something clicked in his mind. He had heard about Spider-Man—the hero who seemed to always be in the right place at the right time. Was that same thing happening to him? Why had he moved so quickly without thinking?
Shrugging off the odd sensation for now, Jake turned back to the girl. "We should get out of here. It's probably not safe to hang around."
The girl nodded in agreement, and the two of them quickly hurried away, but Jake couldn't shake the feeling that something more was happening. He wasn't just a normal kid anymore—he had to be ready for whatever came next.
As Jake and the girl continued walking, she finally introduced herself.
"By the way, I'm Mia," she said, smiling a little after the near disaster.
"Jake," he responded with a nod. "Nice to meet you, Mia, even if it was in the middle of, you know, falling debris."
She laughed lightly, still a bit shaken but clearly appreciating the joke. As they walked further, Jake glanced up at the building they were heading toward and realized it was the FEAST center.
"Hey, I know this place," Jake said, recognizing the familiar sign. "My mom volunteers here."
"Really? My family comes here sometimes," Mia replied. "They helped us out a lot when we moved."
"Yeah, it's a pretty great place," Jake said, pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The smell of food and the sound of bustling activity greeted them. People were busy helping out, chatting, or grabbing meals. Across the room, Jake spotted his mom, Sam Evans, talking to a man who was busy moving boxes. The man had black hair, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a black tie—this was Martin Li, one of the key figures who ran FEAST.
"Mom!" Jake called out as he waved.
Sam turned around, a warm smile on her face when she saw Jake. "Hey, sweetheart!" she greeted him, before noticing Mia standing next to him. "And who's your friend?"
"This is Mia," Jake said, introducing her. "We kind of ran into each other... literally."
Mia blushed a little, smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, there was a whole 'almost hit by falling debris' moment. But thanks to Jake, I'm still in one piece."
"Falling debris?" Sam raised her eyebrows, clearly concerned. "Are you both okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine," Jake assured her. "It was just a close call."
Martin Li, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward. "I'm glad to hear no one was hurt," he said in a calm, soothing voice. "FEAST is always open if either of you need a safe place to rest."
"Thanks, Mr. Li," Jake said, nodding at the man.
Martin smiled, though there was something about his calm demeanor that felt... almost too perfect, like he was holding back something deeper.
"You're welcome, Jake. Your mom speaks highly of you," Martin added, adjusting his tie slightly before turning to Sam. "If you need any help with the boxes, Mrs. Evans, just let me know."
Sam smiled, but Jake could tell her attention was shifting back to him and Mia. "Why don't you two grab something to eat before you head out? We have plenty of food today."
"Sounds good, thanks, Mom," Jake said. He turned to Mia, motioning toward the kitchen. "Come on, let's grab something."
As they made their way to the back, Jake couldn't help but notice the way Martin Li carried himself—there was something strange about the way he moved, calm and collected, yet with an air of authority. Jake shook off the thought, focusing on the moment.
"So, you come here often?" Mia asked as they stood in line for food.
"Yeah, my mom's been volunteering here for a while," Jake explained. "It's a great place. They help a lot of people."
Mia nodded, glancing back toward Sam and Martin, who were now discussing something in low voices. "Your mom seems really nice," she commented.
"Yeah, she's the best," Jake smiled. But his mind wandered back to the weird feeling he'd had earlier, that tingle, and the fact that Martin Li seemed... too calm. Something was off, but Jake couldn't quite put his finger on it yet.
That night, Norman stepped out of his limo at OSCORP.
"Osborn!" a voice yelled from above. Looking up, Norman saw the Vulture swooping down toward him.
Gasping, Norman jumped back into the car. "Drive! Drive!"
"You can't escape me!" Vulture yelled, flying after the limo.
"My thoughts exactly," Spider-Man said, emerging from his hiding spot and swinging after them.
Suddenly, a helicopter flew in with Montana and his crew, who were hired hitmen, trailing Spider-Man.
"Target sighted at last known location. Boys, let's squash us a bug," Montana said, locking in on Spider-Man.
As Vulture dove toward Norman's car, Spider-Man swung in.
"Hey, Bird Brain!" Spider-Man called. Vulture turned, just in time to see Spider-Man swing in and kick him in the face, sending him tumbling backward.
"You again?" Vulture growled.
"Has anyone ever told you you're too old for dressing up?" Spider-Man quipped, firing a web at Vulture. However, once the web hit, Vulture flew off, dragging Spider-Man with him.
"Whoa!" Spider-Man exclaimed as he scrambled along the rooftops, trying to keep his grip.
"This has gotta be the weirdest gig the boss has ever thrown at us. We're flying with freaks now. I don't know what that big bird's up to, but I'm mighty glad he's keeping the bug busy. Target locked," Montana said, clicking a button and releasing a net.
"What the—?" Spider-Man gasped as his spider-sense flared. Turning around, he saw the net shoot out and latch onto him, dragging him down to a landing platform, while Vulture flew off.
Spider-Man hit the platform hard, groaning in pain as he struggled in the net.
"Ox, Fancy Dan, you're up," Montana ordered as the two men jumped out of the helicopter.
Spider-Man broke free from the net just in time to see Fancy Dan leap in and kick him straight into Ox's massive bearhug.
"Geez, big guy, if you wanted a hug that badly, all you had to do was ask," Spider-Man grunted, trying to break free.
Drawing a staff, Fancy Dan charged at him.
Thinking fast, Spider-Man shot a web at Ox's face, blinding him. Spider-Man used the distraction to break out of Ox's hold and judo-threw him to the ground.
Fancy Dan, undeterred, leapt over Ox and swung his staff at Spider-Man, forcing him to jump back.
Spider-Man fired several webs, but Fancy Dan effortlessly batted them away while Ox got back to his feet.
Spider-Man was preparing to retreat when the helicopter fired a laser, stopping him in his tracks.
"No running away. These boys need a workout," Montana smirked.
"Okay, seriously, who the heck are you guys?" Spider-Man asked, realizing he was cornered.
Jake walked out of FEAST, munching on some food. His mom had told him she'd be working late, so he figured he'd just head home to his apartment. Mia had already left, and the streets were quiet as he walked along, deep in thought.
As he rounded a corner, something caught his eye. Up on a nearby rooftop, Spider-Man was in the middle of a fight, taking on a group of men, but from what Jake could tell, Spidey was struggling.
What the heck?* Jake thought. His pace quickened as his body seemed to move on its own. His bike was left behind as he started running, his legs taking over without his consent. *Why am I running? What's happening?* Jake asked himself, trying to figure out why he was rushing toward the action.
Without fully understanding why, he pulled up the hood of his jacket and grabbed a bandana off a nearby cart, tying it over his mouth to cover his face. He continued running, instinctively moving between buildings, his body leaping from wall to wall, each jump smoother than the last.
His heart raced as he reached the rooftop. His hand shot out and—*thwip*—a web fired from his wrist, surprising him completely. He stared in disbelief at the webline stretching out in front of him, anchored to the rooftop's edge.
What the—?* Jake thought, frozen for a moment. He glanced down at his wrist, and . *How did I do that?*
Before he could process what was happening, his body kept moving, as if it knew what to do. He swung forward, his mind still racing.
Down below, Norman glanced nervously around, searching for any sign of Vulture.
"I think we lost him," Norman muttered, trying to catch his breath. But before he could relax, Vulture's razor-sharp wings pierced through the roof of the car with a deafening screech.
"No!" Spider-Man gasped, seeing Norman in immediate danger. He had to act fast, but the Enforcers were closing in on him, forcing him to split his focus.
Taking a fighting stance, Spider-Man faced the trio of mercenaries with his usual bravado, but he was already feeling the pressure. Fancy Dan grinned, twirling his staff confidently, before charging at Spider-Man.
Just as the staff was about to connect, a figure suddenly swung in from the shadows, sloppily kicking the weapon out of Fancy Dan's hands, catching everyone off guard.
Spider-Man blinked in surprise as the mysterious figure landed next to him, panting heavily, wearing a hoodie and a hastily tied bandana over his face. It was Jake, still coming to grips with what he was doing.
"Uh... thanks for the assist, Hoodie," Spider-Man quipped, though his eyes narrowed in curiosity.
Jake nodded, but it was clear he wasn't entirely sure how he had pulled off that move. "Yeah... no problem," he mumbled awkwardly, his voice muffled by the bandana.
Fancy Dan shook off the surprise and growled. "You ain't walkin' away from this, kid!" He lunged toward Jake, swinging his fists wildly. Jake dodged, but it wasn't graceful—his movements were clumsy, almost like his body was reacting faster than his brain could process.
Jake's hands moved on instinct, and before he knew it, another web shot from his wrist, smacking Fancy Dan square in the chest and sticking him to a nearby wall. Jake stared at his hand in disbelief. "What the...?"
"Yeah, web powers," Spider-Man said, quickly assessing Jake's confusion. "Cool, right? Now focus! I'll handle the others, you get Norman out of here before Bird Brain makes him into bird feed!"
Jake nodded, though his movements were jittery. He sprinted toward Norman's limo, but his feet felt strange beneath him, like they were reacting faster than he intended. His legs pushed off harder than expected, causing him to accidentally leap several feet forward in a single bound, crashing into the side of the car.
"Ow! Okay, okay, I can work with this..." Jake muttered, rubbing his shoulder as he fumbled to his feet.
Meanwhile, Spider-Man was dealing with Ox, who was charging at him like a runaway truck. "Heads up, Spidey!" Spider-Man quipped to himself, ducking just in time to avoid Ox's massive arms. The giant thug barreled past him, crashing into a pile of crates. Spider-Man leaped onto his back, trying to web him up, but Ox flailed wildly, throwing him off balance.
"Hey, Hoodie!" Spider-Man called out, looking over his shoulder at Jake. "Forget the limo, get Norman! I'll keep these guys busy!"
Jake hesitated but saw Norman struggling to climb out of the wrecked car, still in danger. His instincts kicked in again, and before he could even think, Jake leaped toward the car with another web shot, landing beside Norman with an awkward roll. "Sir, we gotta move!" he blurted, grabbing Norman's arm.
Norman stared at him, clearly rattled. "Who... who are you?"
"Not important right now!" Jake said, his voice cracking. His heart raced as he tried to help Norman to his feet, feeling the strange sensation of his body moving faster than his mind could process. He shot another web—this time to the rooftop of a nearby building—hoping it would work like before. "Hang on!"
Before Norman could protest, Jake yanked them both upward with the web, launching them onto a rooftop. He miscalculated the strength of the pull, though, and they both tumbled across the gravel, landing in a heap.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Jake gasped, scrambling to his feet. Norman groaned, disoriented but unharmed.
Back below, Spider-Man was still in the thick of the fight. Fancy Dan had freed himself and teamed up with Ox again, the two circling Spider-Man like wolves. Spider-Man flipped backward, dodging their attacks, but he knew he couldn't keep this up forever. "Alright, big guy, let's dance!" Spider-Man taunted, firing webs at Ox's feet to slow him down.
Up on the rooftop, Jake peeked over the edge, still trying to get a handle on what was happening to him. His hands trembled as he watched Spider-Man in action. "How is he doing all that so easily?" he muttered. He glanced at his own hands, still marveling at the web-shooting ability. "I can do this... I can help."
But before he could jump back into the fray, Vulture swooped down from above, his wings slicing through the air. "You can't hide from me, Osborn!" Vulture roared, locking onto Norman again.
Norman gasped, backing up against the rooftop's edge. "No!"
Jake's instincts flared again, that same strange tingle running down his spine. Without thinking, he leaped in front of Norman, shooting a web at Vulture's wing. It hit, but Jake's aim was off, only catching the edge of the wing, causing Vulture to spin out of control briefly but not stopping him.
Vulture snarled, flapping his wings to recover as he flew toward them. "Out of my way, kid!"
Jake froze for a moment, feeling overwhelmed. "I... I don't know what I'm doing..." he muttered, backing up.
"You don't have to!" Spider-Man yelled from below, his voice strained as he dodged another swing from Ox. "Just keep him busy! I'll take care of the rest!"
Steeling himself, Jake took a deep breath and shot another web at Vulture, this time yanking hard to pull him off course. Vulture screeched as he spun out of control, but his mechanical wings corrected his flight, and he turned back toward Jake with a furious glare.
"Big mistake, kid," Vulture hissed, diving straight at him.
Jake's heart raced, but something inside him clicked. His muscles tensed, and he leaped out of the way at the last second, just like Spider-Man had done. "Okay... maybe I *can* do this," Jake whispered to himself, feeling a surge of confidence.
Down below, Spider-Man had managed to web up Ox and was now facing Fancy Dan alone. "Looks like your big buddy's down for the count!" Spider-Man taunted as he dodged Fancy Dan's staff swings.
Fancy Dan grinned wickedly. "I ain't out yet, bug!"
Before he could attack again, though, Vulture's enraged screech echoed through the air as Jake tangled him up in another web.
"Get him, kid!" Spider-Man shouted, now fully trusting Jake's ability to hold his own.
Jake nodded, pulling Vulture down toward the rooftop with all his might. "You're not getting Norman!" he shouted, his voice trembling but determined.
With a final yank, Vulture crashed down onto the rooftop, dazed and tangled in webbing. Jake stood there, panting heavily, his hands shaking. He had done it.
Spider-Man swung up to the rooftop, landing beside him. "Not bad, Hoodie," he said with an approving nod. "Not bad at all."
Jake looked at Spider-Man, his eyes wide with disbelief at what he had just pulled off. "I... I don't even know how I did that."
Spider-Man chuckled, clapping Jake on the shoulder. "Welcome to the club."
When the cops showed up, Vulture, Fancy Dan and Ox were tied up in webs but Montana had managed to escape.
Back at Jaden's house, he walked up to the front door.
"A new school year is supposed to bring tons of surprises. Well, these definitely were," Jaden sighed as he opened the door, surprised to see Maya waiting for him. "Mom?" he gasped.
"Jaden, do you have any idea how late it is?" Maya asked. She was a tall woman with light skin and brown hair tied up in a ponytail.
"I-I'm sorry, Mom," Jaden sighed.
"It's almost midnight," Maya said as Jaden put his bag down. "When you're this late, you need to call me."
"Yes, Mom, I understand. I just had a rough day," Jaden sighed again.
"I know things haven't been easy, but we'll get through this. You can handle school and whatever else life throws at you, but I want you to make sure you have everything under control," Maya said gently.
"I will, Mom," Jaden nodded.
"The school year just started, and you're already taking on so much. Take it easy—you're not Superman," Maya smirked.
"No... I guess I'm not," Jaden smiled.
"How about a quick bite? You must be starving," Maya offered.
"That sounds great, Mom," Jaden said, following her to the kitchen.
His first day back had been a challenge, but Maya was right—things were going to get better.
After dinner, Jaden was relaxing in his room, unwinding from the day. Jake came over, looking like he wanted to talk about something.
"Hey, Jaden, there's something I need to tell you that I can't share with my mom," Jake said.
"What's up?" Jaden asked.
"Well, um..." Jake hesitated before entering the room. "It's about some changes I've been experiencing physically."
"Oh, I see. You're at that age when your body starts to change, and you might notice some differences," Jaden said. "For example—"
"No, not that," Jake interrupted quickly.
"I think it's better if I just show you," Jake said.
Jaden was about to respond when Jake leaped up to the ceiling and started hanging upside down.
"Pretty weird, right?" Jake asked.
Jaden, not missing a beat, leaped up and joined him on the ceiling, hanging upside down as well.
"Not that weird," Jaden said with a smirk.
Jake's jaw dropped in astonishment as he realized Jaden could do the same thing.
Meanwhile, at OSCORP, Norman Osborn strode into the control room, where Otto Octavius was already working at the security monitors.
"Otto, I need you to pull up the security footage from tonight's incident," Norman ordered, his voice sharp with urgency.
Otto quickly complied, bringing up a split-screen display showing various angles of the confrontation between Spider-Man, Vulture, and the hooded figure. The footage flickered as the camera panned across the chaotic scene.
"Zoom in on the hooded figure," Norman instructed, leaning closer to the screen. "I want to see every detail."
Otto adjusted the controls, focusing on the cloaked figure who had intervened in the fight. The image sharpened, revealing more details of the mysterious savior. The hooded figure moved with surprising agility, dodging attacks and assisting Spider-Man.
Norman scrutinized the footage closely. "That figure... he's the one who saved Spider-Man. There's something familiar about him. Zoom in further on his hand."
As the camera zoomed in on the hooded figure's hand, Norman's eyes narrowed. The number six was emblazoned on a bracelet or some form of insignia, barely visible but unmistakable.
"Wait a minute," Norman said, his voice growing tense. "That's the number six... the same number from the spider that escaped."
He turned to Otto, a grim realization dawning on him. "That kid—he's the new spider. The one who was bitten by the spider we lost. We've been looking at him all this time without even realizing it."
Otto's eyes widened as he processed the implications. "So, he's the one with the powers? That's quite a development."
Norman nodded, his mind racing. "Yes. And if he's the one who intervened tonight, he's likely more involved than we thought. We need to find out everything we can about him before he becomes a bigger threat—or an asset."
The room fell silent as both men absorbed the weight of this new piece of information, each contemplating the potential consequences.
Intro Music: *Spectacular Spider-Men* Theme Song
Living on the edge
Fighting crime, spinning webs
Swinging from the highest ledge
He can leap above our heads*
Spider-Man swings gracefully through the cityscape at sunset, dodging obstacles and performing daring flips.*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah*
Villains on the rise
And the city's victimized
Looking up with no surprise
Arriving in the speed of time*
Shadow Spider (Jake) swings in from the shadows, landing next to Spider-Man. They exchange a quick nod before jumping into action against a group of armed thugs.*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah*
Spectacular, Spectacular Spider-Men*
Spectacular, Spectacular Spider-Men*
Spectacular, Spectacular Spider-Men*
Spectacular*
The two Spider-Men work in perfect harmony: Spider-Man uses his web-shooters to immobilize criminals while Shadow Spider performs high-speed acrobatics, taking down enemies with precision.*
Crawling through the night
Facing evil in his might
He's a hero in our eyes
See the headlights every time*
Spider-Man and Shadow Spider patrol the city at night, moving stealthily across rooftops. They spot a car chase below and spring into action, webbing up the fleeing criminals.*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah*
Making villains fall
Webbing rivals to a halt
Racing up and down the walls
Bringing justice to us all*
Spider-Man and Shadow Spider face off against a formidable villain on top of a skyscraper. They use their combined skills to defeat the villain and restore peace.*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah*
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah*
Spectacular, Spectacular Spider-Men*
Spectacular, Spectacular Spider-Men*
Spectacular, Spectacular Spider-Men*
Spectacular*
Spectacular, Spectacular Spider-Men*
Spectacular, Spectacular Spider-Men*
Spider-Man and Shadow Spider stand side by side on a rooftop, overlooking the city as the sun sets. They watch as the city lights flicker to life.*