The REAL Spider-Man (Spider-Man male reader) Season one

Loose ends

y/n: And who are you exactly?

???: Tony Stark.

y/n: Never heard of you.

Tony: Huh, they must not have me on this universe.

y/n: What?

Tony: Listen I can't stay for very long but basically there are all these... alternate universes. Aaaaaand I came to tell you that, someone is trying to break them down. Now we don't know if they're nice or nasty which is why I came here.

y/n: And why come to me?

Tony: Because across the trillions of alternate universes there are trillions of Spider-People, but you're the REAL one.

y/n: What does that mean?

Tony: You're the original.

A blue portal opened up behind us and Stark became slightly transparent.

y/n: May!

May: Yeah?

y/n: Stay in the kitchen!

Tony: I'm sorry I didn't have enough time to tell you more.

y/n: How can I trust you?

Tony: Have you met the guy with the eyepatch?

y/n: Ohhhhhhh...

Tony: See ya round kid.

The portal enveloped Stark as it closed upon itself. The apartment was thrown into silence.

May: Where did Mr. Stark go?

y/n: Family emergency.

May: I see.

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y/n: So what now?

Matt: Retirement.

y/n: You're giving up?

Matt: I was only in it for Fisk. Now he's jailed. I win.

y/n: What about The Prowler? Or The Black Cat? Or Roosevelt? Or-

Matt: -That's your adventure... enjoy it.

y/n: I'm not ready.

Matt: You never are...

y/n: And how do you know?

Matt: I used to live in Gotham...

y/n: Wait... no way!

Matt: Keep it down. If i remember correctly I'm supposed to be dead.

y/n: It's an honour to meet you!

Matt: We've already met. Bye kid.

As he jumped off of the building one of his blades scraped against my arm.

y/n: AH!

Matt: Sorry!

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Harry: M.J., will you stop goofing around? 

MJ: Harry, relax. 

Harry: He's here. Are you ready?

Norman: Aunt May. I'm sorry I'm late. Work was murder. I picked up a fruitcake. 

May: Thank you, Mr. Osborn. We're so glad you could come.