(AG)Spiderman x Reader | Whole Again

Chapter 5: Impostor

"Come on let's get downstairs I wanna see if we can catch him!" you chimed, grabbing his wrist, just as he did to yours earlier, and pulling him down from the roof and into the elevator. After mere seconds of being on the elevator you started groaning and complaining about how long the elevator was taking to get to the bottom floor. What kind of building has 46 stories?! you thought.

"Woah, relax. Real excited to meet Spidey huh?" Peter asked, looking down at you. You scoffed as you looked at him.

"Is that even a question?" Everything about him is just so inspiring and makes me starstruck. And the one time I had the amazing pleasure of talking to him in person, he was so down to earth and level headed, and then as we talked a bit more, he started letting out his smart-ass sense of humour we all know and love. He made me feel like I could be just as interesting and inspiring as he is," you rambled, fantasising about meeting him again.

Peter was completely silent. When you didn't hear anything from him, you turned to face him. His cheeks were flushed with a bright red and his eyes were glued to the corner of the little box you two were in, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs. "What the-?! Are you ok?? Did I say something?" you asked, putting your hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine," he croaked before clearing his throat. "Ahem. Anyway. You said "the one time" you had the pleasure of meeting Spider-Man. Are you not one of his friends? Don't you guys hang out all the time?" Peter concluded, in an attempt to steer the conversation a different way. Before either of you could say anything else, the bell rang and the elevator doors opened. "Let's go!" you called out, also trying to change the subject.

The two of you darted out of the elevator, through the reception and out the door. Both of you doubted Spidey was anywhere to be seen but there was no harm in looking. You walked straight down the street, scanning the buildings to see if he was hanging off a tall lamp post, or perched on the edge of a building. But as quickly as he appeared, he was gone again.

"Damn! So infuriating," you mumbled. Peter continued looking, seeing as far into the city as he could, from where he was standing. "Yeah...we should head back inside," he replied, turning around to walk back the way you guys came. "Sorry, I didn't even consider you might have somewhere to be, I just dragged you along with me."

Peter shrugged saying it was okay, and that he didn't have anywhere to be anyway. "Besides, I'm the one that dragged you to the rooftop in the first place," he continued. "So we're even then?" you said, holding out a hand. He looked down and let out an amused scoff. "Even," he replied.

The both of you talked a bit more as Peter walked you back to the top floor. After getting another assignment from Mr. Jameson, the two of you said your goodbyes and parted ways. As much as Peter seemed to like you, he wasn't looking for any new friends. Everytime someone gets close to him they'd end up being killed. So he told himself he wouldn't let it happen again. Even if it meant being a loner.

He wasn't completely alone though. He still had Aunt May. Atleast he wasn't completely alone. The question is...is that enough? Or was he just lying to himself? But it didn't matter if it was enough. Heroes have responsibilities to serve and protect. And in this case, "protect" meant letting as few people get close to him as possible.

...Protect also means protecting people from bad guys. What if Spidey's doppelganger only looked like him, but had opposite morales. That would be a problem that no one else could fix, and it wasn't a good idea to wait and see what it does. But, could he really do it? Could he really be Spider-Man again? Could he really throw away everything from the past year? Could he really put his aunt in danger all over again? For what? For the "greater good"? Was it worth it? Who could he ask for advice?

He can't talk to his aunt may without revealing his identity. But he had no one else. There was no one else that personally knew Spider-Man that he could talk to... But then of course...he could talk to you. He did know where you lived. Would it be such a bad idea to just ask for advice? There's no way he'd get close to and try to befriend you, right?

He let out a heavy sigh, realising he didn't really have a choice. "I'm definitely gonna regret this," he groaned as he ran into an alley way where he changed from his normal clothes, into his spider suit. He webbed his normal clothes onto a nearby washing line. Then he ran out of the alley way and shot his webbing at a building on the opposite street before hoisting himself up and swinging through the buildings.

Soon enough, he approached your home. He landed on the roof, creating a thud sound that echoed into your house. It was quite late, almost midnight, but you were still awake. Music was blasting in your ears as the pencil in your hand effortlessly glided across the pages of your sketch book. You were using earphones of course, to be respectful to your neighbours, however this did hinder your ability to hear what was happening around you

Spider-Man crawled down the side of your house and onto your window, tapping on the glass. You however continued drawing, blissfully unaware. He continued tapping and waving, trying to get your attention. You caught a glimpse of something moving in the corner of your eye, and turned to look at it. "Spider-Man?!" You exclaimed in disbelief, ripping out your earphones, jumping off your bed and running towards your window.

You opened them up and let him in. "Hey Y/n. Sorry to barge in on you," he replied, crawling in. Once he was inside he dropped down from the wall to the ground. "No way this is awesome! There's no need to apologise!" you refuted. He took a quick glance across your room. There were posters of him everywhere. Some small ones of just his face, some huge ones the size of him. There was a small plushie of him on your bed, along with a drawing of him.

You noticed him staring and turned to see what he was looking at. The colour drained from your face as you realised he was staring at what was basically a shrine for him. The same room you called your bedroom. "Uh- It's not what it looks like! Well it's exactly what it looks like but I'm not some creepy stalker fan I promise!"

Spidey laughed it off, telling you it was okay. "No worries, I get it. You really are obsessed with me," he replied, mumbling the end. "What did you say?" you asked him. He quickly replied nothing, making you skeptical but you decided to drop it. He walked over to your bed and picked up your sketchbook. As you realised what he was doing you leapt towards him and knocked it out of his hands.

"Hey, that's a pretty good drawing! Are you an artist?" he asked you. "No? I just do it for fun. My art's not good enough to make a career out of it..." you replied. Spidey could hear the dejection in your voice. He wondered if that was something you actually wanted. But he didn't have time to dwell on it. "Right... Well I stopped by because I needed to ask you something," he started, twiddling his thumb.

"This is a Spidey-specific question and there's no one else that personally knows Spidey that I could ask," he continued. "I mean I'm not saying we've known eachother for years and years or anything but you know, we've had a meaningful conversation before, which I really appreciated by the way, and just thought since we kinda know each other now-," before he could go on you stopped his rambling.

"Dude!" you exclaimed, "Relax. Just tell me what's up." Spider-Man let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and said,

"I think there's someone posing as me, and they might be dangerous. I have no clue what to do..."