*Universe: A00789*
*Planet: Earth, Location: Musutafu, Japan*
*3rd POV*
Sitting down with his legs out atop a small dilapidated building was a young man wearing a red mask with black lines and white eyes. He wore a red/black jacket with the picture of an odd spider symbol on it, with black pants/boots on, and black gloves with the same red/black line patterning on them.
(Basically the cover image)
"Yeah, that's me, handsome spider aren't I, or at least that's what I tell myself whenever I go out on patrol."
"But you don't wanna hear that, so let's do this one last time."
"My name is Peter N. Parker, or as the locals would introduce themselves as Parker N. Peter."
"I'm twenty-two years old and poor as dirt, so what made me don a red suit and mask to go all superhero?"
"You know the cliche, guy goes on a tour to film for your local news company, gets bitten by a radioactive spider, gets powers, and has no idea what to do next."
"So you go to the underground scene, win a few fights, get a nicer apartment, well, nicer compared to the cockroach one I had before."
"Then, well, one night your uncle, the man who raised you, goes out for some groceries and is killed."
"What happens after, well, a funeral, and then you make the worst costume ever, literally just a black mask with eye holes to get the guy who did it."
"Then after a while, you improve your costume, save the day a couple of times, get chased by Pro-Heroes, mostly Pro-Heroes in fact."
"So here I am sitting on the ledge of another building, drinking some bad coffee, waiting for whatever comes my way, this world's one and only Spider-Man."
*POV Change: 1st*
Grabbing some of the bad coffee I got for myself earlier in the night, I lifted my mask up, taking a big sip of it as I looked over the city. Sure, downtown wasn't as nice as the rest of the city, but hey, it was home for me, well, currently at least, since I lived in an apartment not too far from her, nice place, only one or two bugs a month. Pretty good for a lace like well here, I mean sure you can try your best to stay clean but well tehirs only so much you can do.
Looking over the place, though, you get reminded that it's beautiful sometimes, well, on rare occasions anyway. Most of the time, though, it was swarming with villains or, well, potential villains, as you can never be too sure. Most of the time, though, you see a sketchy guy or group together, well, they were planning something.
So I made sure to stack them out, follow them if I got a bad feeling in my gut, and well, bing-bang boom crime stopped. 75% of the time anyway, because I've been operating for about two years now and have encountered all manner of Pro-Heroes, aka people with quirk licenses that technically I don't have/need, but they don't know that. Most of the time, they chased me for a little bit, we fight a little, I make some quips, yadda-yadda. Most of the time, I either escape or theres' a bigger problem, like the slime incident a while back.
I think the Pro Hero chasing me that day was Kamui Woods, who I can't tell if they stole my schtick or not, because I was too busy being chased across buildings. Then he got called away for something and gave me enough time to escape through the alleyways and pet a little cat. Cute little thing, classic dumb orange cat, though nearly fell off the trash can as I hung upside down.
Those days were nice, clear days with only a few clouds in the sky, almost no crime besides the occasional oddball or two. Gave me plenty of time to scroll through social media, and besides the occasional "Webbed Menance" and "Neighborehood Vigilante" nothing really serious was going on.
Welp, it was not that day, and tonight the stars were shining, and somewhere there were some villains planning something. Wanna know how I knew, the nearly clear streets besides the occasional prostitute or your wannabe thug, whom I webbed everyone in a while, mostly their mouths, ya know, get what people can never get me to do, shut up. Never lasts long though, only a couple of hours at most, tried to increase the duration time but that part was always tricky, can't produce them like an actual spider, so what are you gonna do?
Either tonight was a nice one with no-
*Tomorrow Night*
"So far, U.A. has made no identification on the main culprits in the U.S.J. incident and only that they are currently pursuing the subjects in question."
Well shit that was my bad, probably could've done a whole lot more to help them out and I should've realized why it was so quite that night. A bunch of wannabe villains must've been gathering up, planning something, but how the heck did they manage to get into the U.S.J. anyway?
The place was more guarded than most prisons in the world, which wasn't even including the cybersecurity they had. The place had more walls than Tartarus, and that wasn't counting the Principal launching his own counterattack, who had to ditch a few believed pieces of homemade equipment that day. Don't even wanna know how much that cost me, both in time and money, because it took a few months at the very least to replace all that equipment.
Welp, it was time to get back to business, and I got up on the building's ledge and jumped off, throwing my hand into the air, firing a web towards the nearest building. Now this is where I belonged, swinging through the night and fighting crime, although it probably wouldn't stay like this forever. I mean, whoever those villains were, they were probably trying to make a name for themselves, test the waters, and start really recruiting.
I mean, you had to be really stupid to attack a hero school out of the blue, either that or really confident. That or both, yeah, it was probably both if I was being honest, but for right now in this moment I was this laces friendly neighborhood-
Spider-Man.