You watched the time tick away on the dim screen of your phone as you nervously stood in the middle of the construction site. 6:13pm. You thought to yourself. If I get kidnapped and killed, I'm coming back to haunt his ass.
You heard a light thud emit from behind you. Quickly you turned around to see who it was. A smile formed on your face when you saw the familiar red and blue walking up to you. It quickly faded away when you realised it may not have been as familiar as you thought.
"Hey, is that you?" you mumbled. "Of course it is. How else would I know to meet up here?" the impostor said. You already knew it wasn't the real Spidey, but it was OK. Everything was going according to plan. While you and him were in the bathroom, he told you to ask him that question and he would have to give you a very specific answer. That way you'd know it was the copy cat in front of you and not him.
"Great! OK, so I know we said we would talk about the plan first but I realised something while you were so rudely late. We don't have any pictures together!" you exclaimed, swiping through your apps. "Oh, I don't really do pictures.." they replied. "Nonsense! Don't worry I won't post it anywhere. I'll just save it to my Instagram account," you said, but instead of doing so, you sent the picture to Spider-Man to tell him that the impostor was here and that he needed to hurry up whatever he was doing.
"Perfect. Alright, back to the planning. So what were you thinking, how do you think we should defeat the fake you?" As you stalled for time, the real Spider-Man was crawling across the ledge of a building. The impostor had their back turned to the building he was on, while you faced it. You caught a glimpse of him making his way down. Not wanting the impostor to notice, you refrained from looking as much as possible, relying on your peripheral vision.
"So, you think we should reason with him? Is the impostor even capable of doing that, they seem pretty set on killing you," you pondered, still focusing on Spider-Man making his way towards the two of you. "Yeah I mean, the dude is probably just as sick of this whole situation as we are, right?" they started. Slowly and quietly, Spidey approached the impostor. "Maybe if we could all come to the same conclusion," the impostor continued.
Spider-Man rose up his fist, ready to knock them out cold. As he swung it down, the impostor spun around and caught it, sending a wave of shock through both of you. "How-" before you could go any further, the impostor instantly moved their grip from Spider-Man's fist to his wrist, pulling him down and landing a punch in his stomach. Spidey, caught by surprise couldn't react fast enough.
"Hey!!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, strangely calm in this insane situation. You pulled your sleeve over your hand then jumped on top of the impostor's back, covering their eyes with one hand and their mouth and nose with your sleeve. "Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep," you quickly mumbled under your breath. The impostor clawed at your arms attempting to pull you off, while Spider-Man was busy regaining his composure.
You were still on their back, so the impostor took the chance to fall backwards, using you to break their fall. A series of "woah woah woah!"s escaped your mouth as the distance between you and ground decreased. The sharp contact with the floor, mixed with the heavy weight of the impostor felt crippling. A heavy pain, starting from the middle of your spine spreading outwards, quickly formed. Your face remained in an 'o' shape as you tried fighting through the pain.
The impostor stood up and charged at Spider-Man. "All you had to do was ONE THING!" they cried. Spidey jumped backwards as the impostor swung a kick at him. "You could've given up, and left this shitty place. But you're making life harder for yourself. What's the point?!" They continued, throwing more kicks and punches. As Spidey dodged them, he threw a few of his own.
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(AG)Spiderman x Reader | Whole Again
Fanfiction****This story takes place directly after TASM2**** ~~~~ After getting fired from your 9th job, you start to realise, maybe people aren't your thing. You look for jobs requiring no human interaction, which are pretty difficult to find actually. You...