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Spider-Man: Home Alone

Intro Music: Spider-Man: Homecoming - Main Theme

Chapter 4: Born Again

Empire State University

BGM: Spider-Man 2 OST – Uncle Ben

The sun was beginning its descent behind the towering skyline of New York City, casting a warm orange glow over Empire State University. The day was winding down, and students were either heading back to their dorms, gathering in the library, or lingering on the quad, enjoying the last moments of daylight.

Peter Parker, however, was alone.

He walked slowly along the paved campus paths, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. His mind was restless, filled with everything that had happened today. The first day of classes was always a little chaotic, but this one had been something else. His new study group seemed… fine, for the most part. Gwen Stacy was kind and intelligent. Miles Morales was an easygoing guy, someone Peter felt like had a good heart. Kate Bishop had her usual confident energy, making sure everyone stayed on track. Felicia Hardy—well, she was an enigma. But Harry Osborn?

That was where things got complicated.

Harry seemed like a good guy. Nothing about him screamed "secret villain" or "future Goblin," but the name Osborn alone made Peter uneasy. The memory of Norman—the other Norman—flashed in his mind. The cackle. The glider. The bomb. The way Aunt May collapsed in his arms, whispering the words that would forever change his life.

"With great power, there must also come great responsibility."

Peter took a slow breath and shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He shouldn't hold this world's Harry accountable for what happened in another universe. He knew that. But knowing it didn't make it easier.

Then, a voice called his name.

"Peter!"

He stopped and turned, blinking a few times in surprise. Standing a few feet away was Felicia, a smirk playing on her lips as she approached him.

"Hey, stranger," she said casually.

Peter's expression remained neutral, though he gave a slight nod. "Hey, Felicia."

She tilted her head slightly, her piercing green eyes studying him for a moment before she spoke again. "I just wanted to check in on you."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Check in on me?"

Felicia shrugged. "You know, after what you said in class about your aunt."

Peter's expression softened just a bit. He hadn't expected anyone to follow up on that, let alone Felicia. He could tell that she was usually more of a wildcard, not someone who got into deep personal talks. But here she was.

"I'm fine," Peter said, though they both knew it was a lie.

Felicia gave him a look that made it clear she wasn't buying it, but instead of calling him out on it, she simply nodded. "Right. Sure."

There was a pause. A quiet understanding settled between them. Felicia wasn't going to press him, and Peter appreciated that more than he could say.

After a moment, Felicia crossed her arms, allowing a small sigh to escape her lips. "Listen, I know we're in the same group for this project and all, but if you ever need to talk about something—anything—you can hit me up. Call, text, whatever."

Peter blinked. He wasn't sure what to say.

Felicia then added, "You know, as long as it's not nighttime."

Peter raised an eyebrow at that. "Why not nighttime?"

A playful smirk crossed Felicia's lips. "Because I have a job."

Peter chuckled slightly. "A night job?"

Felicia's smirk grew. "Something like that." she said, her playfulness never wavering. "And besides, if you ever tried to call me late at night, I'd start to wonder if it was a booty call."

Peter's eyes immediately widened at Felicia's statement, not expecting her to say that. Felicia, on the other hand, appeared to be amused by Peter's reaction, and she failed to hold in a genuine laugh. Regardless of Felicia's theatrics, though, Peter could tell she was hiding something, but he let it go. He wasn't in the mood to push, and honestly, everyone had their secrets. Lord knew he had his.

Felicia took a step back. "Anyway, I'll see you around, Parker."

Peter watched her walk away, shaking his head slightly but unable to stop a small smile from forming. Felicia Hardy was a mystery, one he wasn't sure he'd ever fully solve.

But for now, he had his own life to handle.

As the last of the sunlight faded from the sky, Peter made his way off campus, slipping into the shadows of the city. Soon, the mask would come on, and Spider-Man would take over.

Sometime later…

The moon hung high in the New York sky, casting a soft glow over the labyrinth of rooftops below. As Spider-Man, Peter Parker swung through the cool night air, feeling the familiar rush of wind against his face as he darted between buildings. His senses were sharp as he vigilantly watched the streets below, scanning for any signs of trouble. The city had a rhythm, and tonight, everything seemed to be in tune — traffic hummed along, lights flickered, and the people walked hurriedly along the sidewalks, each in their own world.

Peter leaned into a sharp turn, gliding across the edge of a building before launching himself higher into the air. Despite the chaos that seemed to follow him wherever he went, he'd always felt a sense of peace while patrolling. His mind, normally a mess of responsibilities and dilemmas, always found clarity as Spider-Man.

But tonight, that peace was momentarily broken. His phone rang — the shrill sound cutting through the night like a buzz saw. It startled Peter, and for a brief second, he hesitated mid-swing. Frowning, he shot a web to the side of a nearby building and landed gracefully on the roof. Pulling his phone out of his suit's pocket, Peter glanced at the screen. The name on the caller ID made his stomach twist in the all-too-familiar knot.

Mr. Ditkovich.

BGM: Spider-Man 2 OST - Suicide Polka

Peter let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. This was the last call he wanted to get during his patrol. It wasn't like there was ever anything good attached to Mr. Ditkovich's calls. The old landlord only called when it was time to talk about one thing: rent. And for Peter, that was the kind of conversation that always felt like a ticking time bomb.

"Ugh... what now?" Peter muttered to himself, half-wishing he could just swipe the screen and ignore the call. But he knew that wouldn't work. The last time he ignored a call from Mr. Ditkovich, he'd gotten a knock on the door that nearly turned into a full-blown eviction.

Bracing himself, Peter tapped the screen to answer the call.

"Hello, Mr. Ditkovich," Peter said, trying to keep his tone casual.

The voice on the other end was gruff, his accent thick and unmistakable. "Rent! Where's my money?!"

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stave off the headache that was already starting. "I, uh... I'm a little short on it right now," he began, already sensing the impending rant. "But as soon as I have enough, I'll pay you, I swear."

"You're a month late again! Again!" Mr. Ditkovich's voice grew more agitated. "This is unacceptable, Peter! I've been patient with you, but this can't go on!"

Peter felt his grip tighten on the phone, but he kept his cool. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Ditkovich. It's just... things have been a little tight lately."

There was a long, tense pause on the other end of the line before Mr. Ditkovich spoke again, his voice low and stern. "You're lucky I've been this lenient. But I can't keep doing this, Peter. You need to come up with the money soon. Get another job, get some roommates, or something, but I need that rent. If not..." The sound of him clicking his tongue echoed through the phone. "You'll be gone. Got it?"

Peter opened his mouth to respond, but the line went dead before he could say a word. He stared at the phone in his hand, his frustration bubbling over.

"I've always been able to figure it out…" he thought to himself. "But now, every month is getting harder and harder."

He started pacing on the rooftop, thinking through his options. "Maybe I could start looking for another job…" he mused. But even with a second job, with New York's prices, he wasn't sure it would make much of a difference. His thoughts drifted to roommates. He could've asked MJ or Ned, but that was before Doctor Strange's spell. After everything, that avenue was closed off. And while his new group at Empire State University seemed pretty chill, he'd just met them today. Asking them to pitch in on rent felt like too much. They had their own lives to manage.

Peter groaned in frustration, placing a hand on top of his head. "What now?" he asked himself.

His musings were interrupted by a sudden tingle that shot down his spine. His Spider-Sense. He froze, his mind immediately shifting into high alert.

"Here we go again."

His heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, Peter shot a web and launched himself into the air, narrowly missing a rooftop as he swung into the night, the familiar rush of adrenaline already flooding his veins. The city had its problems, and Peter always seemed to find himself caught in the middle of them.

"One thing's for sure, there's never a dull moment in my life!" he exclaimed, forcing a wry smile as he prepared for whatever was coming next.

As the lights of New York blurred beneath him, Peter's worries about rent faded into the background, replaced by the more immediate task at hand: whatever danger was lurking in the streets below.

Hell's Kitchen

Spider-Man swung through the air, his mind still preoccupied with the conversation he had just had with Mr. Ditkovich. He tried to push the worries about rent and the looming threat of eviction from his mind, focusing instead on the task at hand. But as always, his thoughts were a tangled web of distractions. The Spider-Sense tingled again, sharper now, warning him that something wasn't right.

He shot a web to the side of a building and zoomed through the night, using the rooftops to gain momentum. As the city streets below blurred, Peter's mind raced. What was causing this sense of danger? He'd been swinging for blocks now, and the feeling hadn't let up. Maybe he's just overthinking it. But just as he thought he might shake off the sensation, it led him straight into the heart of Hell's Kitchen.

There, down below, Peter saw what had triggered his instincts. A couple of thugs stood in front of a building with an old sign reading: Nelson, Murdock, & Page. Attorneys at Law. One of the thugs was hunched over the door, frantically trying to jimmy the lock, while the other stood nervously, looking over his shoulder.

"Come on, hurry up!" the first thug hissed, his voice filled with urgency. "We don't have all night!"

"I'm trying!" the other thug grumbled, tugging at the lock in vain. "This thing's tougher than it looks."

Spider-Man's eyes narrowed from the rooftop as he watched the scene unfold. He took a moment to gather his bearings before leaping down from his perch. With a smooth landing, he crouched on top of a parked car, his boots making a faint thunk on the hood. He straightened up and stretched, clearly amused.

"Well, well, well. Looks like we've got a couple of burglars on our hands." He crossed his arms, offering a playful smirk. "What's the hurry, guys? Is the door going to run away or something?"

The thugs spun around in surprise, but their initial shock quickly turned into frustration.

"Aw, not you again," the first thug groaned. "Go away, Spider-Man!"

"Yeah, go bother someone else!" the second thug added, backing up nervously.

Spider-Man, never one to back down from a bit of banter, shook his head with mock sympathy. "Sorry, guys. I can't do that. It's kinda in the job description." He cracked his knuckles and smirked under his mask. "You might want to wrap this up quickly, though. It's getting late, and you've got a hot date with the police coming soon."

But before any of the thugs could respond, a new voice cut through the air, smooth and confident, with a hint of gravel in it.

"Actually, you might want to rethink that," the voice said from the shadows.

BGM: Daredevil - Main Title

The thugs froze, their eyes widening in disbelief. Spider-Man's jaw went slack as the red-suited figure emerged from the darkness, stepping into the dim glow of the streetlight. It was Daredevil.

Spider-Man blinked, then rubbed his eyes as if he were seeing things. "Daredevil?" His voice was full of genuine surprise. "Well, this is a twist."

Daredevil gave a small nod in acknowledgment. "We'll take it from here." He glanced at the thugs, then turned his gaze to Spider-Man. "You take the one on the left. I'll handle the one on the right."

Spider-Man, still trying to process the fact that Daredevil was standing right in front of him, nodded. "Right. Got it."

Without wasting another second, the two heroes lunged into action.

Spider-Man launched himself at the thug on the left, landing a swift kick to his midsection that sent the thug stumbling backward. The thug barely had time to regain his balance before Spider-Man webbed him to the ground, effectively immobilizing him with a quick flick of his wrist. The thug struggled for a moment but quickly gave up, groaning in defeat.

Meanwhile, Daredevil moved with the precision of a seasoned fighter, his senses razor-sharp as he closed in on the thug to the right. With two quick, powerful punches to the thug's face, Daredevil sent him crashing to the ground, unconscious before he even hit the pavement.

Spider-Man dusted his hands off, looking satisfied with the quick takedown. "Well, that was easy. And hey, Daredevil? Nice moves. I've always wondered when we'd cross paths."

Daredevil turned to face him, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I thought the same," he said, his voice low but calm. But then, as if a switch had flipped, the smirk slowly faded, and his demeanor grew more serious. He looked at Spider-Man, his posture tense.

Spider-Man, sensing a shift in the air, tilted his head, puzzled. "Something on your mind?"

Daredevil nodded, his voice quieter now. "I need to ask you something. What do you know about Black Cat?"

At the mention of her name, Spider-Man felt a slight unease. He remembered Black Cat from their last encounter. She'd been in the midst of a heist at a jewelry store, and their brief confrontation had left him more confused than anything. He had no idea who she really was or what her motivations were.

"I don't know much about her," Spider-Man said, his tone thoughtful. "I've only met her once. She was stealing some jewels, and... well, she ended up escaping, but that's about it."

Daredevil seemed to take this in, his brow furrowing. He had heard about Spider-Man's earlier encounter with Black Cat due to his connections with the underground criminal world. "I've been hearing whispers about her. Word on the street is that she's intentionally or unintentionally been involved in something bigger, and that's why the Tracksuit Mafia showed up at that jewelry store too."

Spider-Man's curiosity piqued. "Right, I remember them showing up. They really wanted to get into that jewelry store, but I guess it's because they wanted to steal some jewels too, right?"

Daredevil nodded. "You're on the right track, but the Tracksuits weren't just after any regular jewel. Black Cat stole something important—something that's caught the eye of a few powerful people. And I've been digging, Spider-Man. I found out that one of those jewels contained a substance... something alien. And Wilson Fisk wants it."

Spider-Man's eyes widened at the mention of an alien substance. His mind reeled at the implications. "Wait—alien? What does Wilson Fisk have to do with all this?"

Daredevil's face darkened as he listened to Spider-Man's question. "Fisk is corrupt, Spider-Man. Don't let the public image fool you, even if he is the mayor. He wants that jewel. He'll do anything to get it, and he's not the only one."

Spider-Man felt a shiver crawl down his spine. It was becoming clear that the stakes were much higher than he had imagined.

Daredevil stood up straighter, his tone more urgent now. "You need to watch your back. If we don't find Black Cat and that jewel soon, things are going to get ugly. Trust me."

Before Spider-Man could respond, Daredevil gave him one last glance—a look of both warning and understanding—then disappeared into the shadows, as though he'd never been there at all.

Peter stood there for a moment, processing everything Daredevil had just shared. "Alien substance? Fisk?" The words echoed in his mind, and for the first time in a long while, Peter couldn't shake the creeping sense of unease.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Spider-Man shot a web into the air and swung back into the night. There was no time to dwell on the mysteries Daredevil had just dropped into his lap. The city was still out there, full of dangers that needed his attention. But for some reason, the thought of a jewel with alien origins stayed with him, nagging at the back of his mind.

As he swung through the city, one thing was clear—this was only the beginning.

F.E.A.S.T.

BGM: Spider-Man PS4 - Behind the Mask

A few hours had passed since Spider-Man's encounter with Daredevil, yet his warning still echoed in Peter's mind. Even as his patrol winded down, the mention of an alien substance and Wilson Fisk's involvement gnawed at him. He knew he had to find Black Cat soon, but she was nowhere to be found. With no leads and his body beginning to feel the exhaustion creeping in, Peter decided it was best to focus on something else—his job at F.E.A.S.T.

Helping at the shelter always gave him a sense of purpose beyond crime-fighting. It reminded him of Aunt May's kindness, her unwavering commitment to helping those in need. Carrying on that legacy made him feel closer to her.

Landing on the rooftop of the F.E.A.S.T. center, Peter quickly changed out of his Spider-Man suit and into his civilian clothes. After making sure the coast was clear, he leapt down, landing softly in the alley beside the building. He adjusted his jacket and walked through the entrance, immediately welcomed by the warm, familiar atmosphere of the shelter.

As he stepped inside, the scent of freshly cooked food and the quiet hum of conversation filled the air. People were gathered at tables, some eating meals, others simply seeking shelter from the cold city night. Peter rolled up his sleeves, ready to get to work—but before he could, a familiar voice greeted him.

"Peter! Good to see you."

Peter turned to see Martin Li, the kindhearted owner and founder of F.E.A.S.T. Peter returned his smile and gave a small wave. "Hey, Mr. Li. Always good to be here."

Li nodded before motioning to the two people standing beside him—two unfamiliar faces. A young woman with fiery red hair, wearing a casual jacket and jeans, stood with her hands in her pockets. Beside her was a young man with white-blond hair, dressed in a blue hoodie and sneakers, his expression cool and laid-back.

Peter tilted his head curiously. "New faces?"

Li smiled. "Yes, F.E.A.S.T. has a couple of new hires. Peter, meet Angelica Jones and Bobby Drake."

Peter nodded, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Peter Parker."

Angelica gave a friendly smile as she shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Peter."

Bobby grinned, shaking Peter's hand next. "Yeah, same here. Heard a bit about you already—seems like you're the go-to guy around here."

Peter chuckled. "I try my best."

Li placed a reassuring hand on Angelica's and Bobby's shoulders. "I've been helping them get accustomed to how things work here, but I actually have to step out for a bit—an important call just came in. Peter, could you take over and show them the ropes?"

Peter gave a thumbs-up. "You got it."

Li smiled gratefully. "Thank you. Angelica, Bobby—I'll check in on you both later."

With that, Li stepped away, already pulling out his phone as he exited the shelter. Now, it was just Peter, Angelica, and Bobby.

Peter turned back to them, curious. "So, what brings you two to F.E.A.S.T.?"

Angelica was the first to answer. "We just want to help people."

Bobby nodded in agreement. "That, and we need a way to make some money. We're both new to the city, so this seemed like a good start."

Peter blinked in slight surprise. "Oh, so you guys just moved here?"

Angelica nodded. "Yeah. Mr. Li is letting us stay here at F.E.A.S.T. for now, but we're definitely planning to get an apartment once we save up enough."

Peter took that in, but Angelica's words immediately triggered an idea in his mind.

Mr. Ditkovich's earlier call played back in his head like a broken record. You're a month late again! Again! The pressure of rent, the stress of finding a way to make ends meet—it all weighed down on him. And now, standing in front of two people looking for a place to stay… Could this work?

A small smile formed on Peter's face as he hesitantly spoke. "You know… I actually need some roommates to help with rent."

Angelica and Bobby blinked at him, clearly caught off guard by the sudden offer. Peter scratched the back of his head with an awkward chuckle. "I mean, no pressure! It's just—if you guys are looking for a place, and I need help with rent, it kind of makes sense, right?" He shot them a playful grin. "Plus, I wouldn't mind some help keeping my landlord off my back."

Angelica let out a small laugh, while Bobby raised an eyebrow in amusement. The two exchanged glances, silently communicating as if they were seriously considering it.

Then, Bobby turned back to Peter. "Tell you what—we'll think about it."

Peter gave an understanding nod. "Fair enough. Sorry if that was a little… sudden."

Angelica waved it off. "Nah, it's fine. It's just, you know… we just met you. Gotta make sure you're not secretly a crazy person." She smirked playfully as she said it.

Peter chuckled. "Do I look like a crazy person to you guys?"

Bobby smirked. "Not yet. But we still have to evaluate you."

The three of them laughed, the playful banter already making it clear that they were getting along surprisingly well.

As the conversation continued, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism. It had been a long time since he'd met people he clicked with this easily. Maybe, just maybe, if things worked out, Angelica and Bobby could become more than just potential roommates.

Maybe they could become amazing friends.

END OF CHAPTER 4: BORN AGAIN

BGM: Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends End Credits

Peter: Is it just me, or do I hear a classic 80's tune right now?

Angelica: It's not just you, Peter.

Bobby: Yeah, I hear it too.

Mr. Ditkovich: You're still a month late again! AGAIN!

Next time on Spider-Man: Home Alone!

*Cricket Noises*

Miles: You're telling me that the author doesn't know the title of the next chapter yet?

Author's Note: Alrighty guys, chapter 4 is done! I hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm still in the process of setting things up, as you all can see, but I think I introduced a good bit in this chapter.

With that being said, make sure to check out my other fanfics until I update this one again. I recently came out with a Spider-Man/Daredevil fic called Webs and Daggers, with Spidey/Elektra being the main ship, and a Marvel Rivals fic with Spidey/Psylocke. Then there's a Spider-Man/Final Fantasy VII fanfic that I have, and it's called A Spider's Fantasy. Currently, I'm working on a couple of other Spidey fanfics that I feel like you guys would love, so stay tuned for those as well.

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