H/N = Hero Name
M/n = My Name
The above image is simply a quick reference. Feel free to imagine your suit to look any way you'd like. And before you ask, yes, this chapter has been edited.
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"H/N!!!"
"That's my name! Don't wear it out!", M/n yelled as he evaded an attack by Doc Ock's metal tentacles.
"Hold still so I can kill you properly!"
"I rather not be ripped to pieces!"
Just as he was about to attack Doc Ock, a hole appeared on the brick wall, pulling him towards it. "What the--"
He was dragged in. M/n panicked a little, being thrown around as he went through multiple dimensions before he landed on the roof of a building. As he stood up, he looked around, confused. "This is..."
No matter where he looked, none of his surroundings resembled the New York he was used to. It was... different. He wasn't quite sure how it was he got there or even why.
"Where am I exactly...?"
He walked over to the edge of the building he landed on and crouched down, overlooking the city below him.
I have to get back. Doc Ock will destroy everything in his path if I don't take him down. It doesn't look like I'll be heading home anytime soon... For now, I have to find a place to stay...
M/n took off from the edge and swung to the next building. His mind was racing with thoughts as he did so.
But... Where can I go...?
His gaze darted back and forth between his surroundings until a thought occurred to him. Hopefully...
Maybe... Aunt May!
He quickly made his way around the city in search of a particular house. Once he found it, he landed in front of it. He rung the doorbell and waited for an answer. The door opened, revealing May Parker. He took off his mask, revealing his face to her. "No...it can't be...M/n?"
M/n took a good look at her. Her appearance was slightly altered from the version he knew her as. Whatever world he'd been zapped into... He was at least glad that this May Parker knew him.
"Hey, Aunt May," he said, not sure how to address her familiarity with him. "Uh, I'm not--"
"I know," was her response before stepping aside. "Come inside."
M/n nodded his head in appreciation. "Thank you."
'Alright, let's start from the beginning, shall we?'
'My name is M/n L/n. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for more than a year now, I've been the one and only Spider-Man.
'I'm sure you know the rest. I saved the city. And then I saved it again!'
'And again!'
'And again.'
'And again...'
'Countless times... if you couldn't keep up. I saved my sister but lost my parents... There was a remembrance statue built in their honor, but... that doesn't help with the pain. Not at all...'
'I avoid hesitating, so I get hurt a lot. But no matter how many times I get knocked down, I get back up.'
'Why?'
'Because I'm the only thing standing between the people of New York and destruction. And if I don't... Who will?'
-1.5 Years Earlier-
"M/n!"
The (h/c)-ette turned his head at the sound of his name and looked to see his friend running towards him. "Oh. Hey, Harry. What's up?"
"Hey! I've been looking all over for you."
"I was talking to the counselor earlier," he replied.
"Oh! Well, I wanted to ask if you have practice later today. Jonas, Flash, and Dante were thinking of heading to the skate park."
"No. I don't have practice today."
"Nice!" Harry cheered. "We'll meet there then!"
M/n nodded. "Ok."
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"Yo, M/n! Do that trick again!"
M/n stood at the edge, his skateboard positioned just right. He quickly ran down the edge with the skateboard, flipping it in mid-air. "Woo! That's our guy!"
"It's not that hard," the (h/c)-haired boy responded as he skated back and forth, slowly coming to a stop.
"Yeah, right!" Flash shouted. "Coming from the guy who did a stunt down three sets of stairs before."
"Though," Harry added. "He did almost crash into that lady."
"Shut up."
M/n got out of the pit and sat down on the bench, resting his board against the side. He grabbed his water bottle, not noticing the spider hidden behind the leg of the bench. Just as he finished drinking from the bottle, he felt a small hint of pain above his ankle. He looked down and noticed a spider.
On instinct, he immediately crushed it with his foot. He then lifted his shoe away to see it there.
"Damn..."
He lifted his leg up on the bench to look closely at the bite. It didn't seem severe, so he let it be.
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"M/n, time for school!"
M/n groaned as he turned around in bed. "Five more minutes..."
"M/n!" his mom yelled, busting the door to his room open. "Hurry up or you'll be late!"
"Don't wanna... Too tired..."
She sighed and stomped over to him, pulling the blankets off and opening the curtains. He knit his eyebrows in annoyance, getting up reluctantly.
"Hurry and change! Food is waiting. If you don't hurry, you won't get to eat."
With that, she left the room, leaving M/n to change into more appropriate clothes. With a sigh, he dragged himself over to his closet. He grabbed whatever matched best and made short work of changing into them.
After eating a quick breakfast, he took hold of his bag that was hung on the back of the chair and ran out, throwing his skateboard in front of him and getting on.
"Have a good day!" his mom shouted from the front entrance.
He waved back in acknowledgment before speeding up, swerving around pedestrians, careful not to bump into anyone. "Good morning, M/n!"
M/n waved to the girl who called out to him from her apartment door. "Morning, Betty."
He stopped in his tracks and waited as she closed the door behind her. "I see you're bringing your board to school again," she said. "Classic M/n."
"It's easier than walking," was his reply.
She shook her head. "Well, whatever. Let's get going."
"You're the one taking your sweet time," he said, watching as she started rummaging through her bag for something. "We'll be late the longer we keep standing here."
"You care about that now?" she asked as she began walking beside M/n, who instead rode on his skateboard and matched her pace.
"Well, my mom said she would kill me if she found out I didn't get there on time."
Betty chuckled. "Because you're scared of her."
"Have you met my mom? She's the devil himself when she gets mad."
Just as they were about to turn the corner, someone ran past them, making the girl fall. M/n caught her before she could hit the ground. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she responded, still surprised by what had happened. "I'm fine."
He helped her get to her feet, but couldn't let go of her shirt, as though his hands were superglued onto the fabric. "Umm..." Betty said, curious as to why M/n was still holding onto her.
"Sorry," he said, beginning to panic and as he frantically tried to let go.
"It's fine," Betty replied.
It was awkward to see him desperately trying to pull his hands away, though she let out an amused chuckle. "Are they stuck or what?"
"I-- I don't know."
After a while, he was finally able to let go of the fabric, causing him to become relieved. "Sorry about that, Betty."
"It's fine. But, is there something on my shirt? Your hands seemed really stuck", she said teasingly. "Or were you just trying to hold onto me longer than you should've?"
"No. It's not that," he said, not wanting her to misunderstand what just happened.
"Whatever, M/n. It's okay, I forgive you! Anyway, I'll see you later."
The (h/c)-haired boy watched as she ran off.
What... just happened?
--
M/n sighed as he sat on the roof. He was drawing aimlessly, still thinking about the events from that morning, until a gush of wind shoved the thoughts away. The paper flew out of his grasp and into the air.
Without missing a beat, he got up and chased after it. It went over the edge and before he knew it, he had leaned too far. His heart stopped for a second as he tipped over the edge. The air in his lungs seemed to escape him as he fell forward. His hand brushed against the rough brick wall until he eventually became stuck to it.
His body jolted as he came to a stop. His eyes were wide in surprise. "What--!"
By accident, he looked down and he grew even more terrified. "Oh, god...! What the hell...!"
Trying to calm himself down, he gripped the wall and carefully pulled himself up. As soon as he got to the roof, he threw himself over the wall and just laid there, catching his breath. Any energy he had before vanished. He was pale in the face and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest.
"I will never...do that again..."
-Present-
"I see..."
"I don't know how to go back," he said. "But, somehow, someway, I have to get back. There are people I need to protect from harm."
"I understand," Aunt May responded. "And I wish I could help, but I don't know of a way. Tell you what, why don't you stay here?"
"I don't want to bother you more than I have, Aunt May--"
"You came here for a reason, right? Because you had no one else to rely on and no place to stay. Am I wrong?", she said, smiling as she waited for his answer.
He looked away. "You're not wrong... as always..."
"Then, it's settled. You'll stay here until we can figure out a way to get you back."
He turned back to her with a grateful smile. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."