𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆𝕕𝕕 ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 [Peter x Gwenpool]

An Odd Prologue

Disclaimer: The_Goof_ Does NOT Own The Spider-Man Franchise Or Anything, At All!

*Author's Notes*

Hello there, Beautiful and/or handsome being. I welcome you to my Second Spider-Man story! Please go easy on me in the reviews. Now, I may love Spidey and his amazing friends (I'm not referring to the cartoon... Do people even remember that?), I'm not well in-depth on comic book lore. I only get parts of it thanks to a channel called 'Comicstorian'

So, for the people who are reading this and have a good grasp on the lore of Comic Spider-Man, please tell me if I have done the characters justice. Because it's kinda hard keeping them in character.

As for Spidey himself, he won't be completely based on a specific Spider/Peter. This Web-Head is just my interpretation.

We good? Alright, let's get right into the story~!

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You know what Peter has been yearning for in the past 3 weeks?

No, it's not money - though he didn't mind getting some... by I meant 'some', he meant A LOT!

What he has been yearning for... was some fucking action!

Seriously. this past 3 weeks has been a bore fest! He has been searching around Queens and New York City as a whole and never came across danger, which wasted his VERY precious time!

He could've been using that time for something else.

Like sleeping!

And sleeping!

And sleeping!

And sleeping!

And sleeping!

But No~!

How come that whenever he's really bugged about something, he really need to go pound a bad guy yet there's never a bad guy around!

Peter withdraw a deep sigh, which - thanks to him currently wearing his Spider-Man Mask - it spread across his nose, making him smell his own breath.

*Sniff.* *Sniff.*

Once getting a whiff of his unbrushed breath, Peter cringed. 'Might wanna add dental hygiene into my list of things to do.'

He mentally thought, casually walking parallel to a random building's wall. He then jumped off from it and broke into freefall. Well, there's one thing that made those past patrols worth it.

Spidey lounged his arm up straight ahead once he felt that it was the right time. Using his middle and ring finger, he put pressure of the trigger of his web shooter.

*Twip!*

WEB SWINGING!

A long silky string shot out from his web-shooter and Spidey quickly grab a hold to it. "YEEHAW!" He wildly hollered, using his momentum and web to climatically escape being street pizza.

He swung fast and maneuver his way through the skies of New York City. Nothing, and he meant nothing, can beat the exhilarating feeling of web swinging.

It always doesn't go boring everytime he does it. This particular swing was no different.

After many hours had pass, The Web Slinger was getting tired. He may have super stamina, but that doesn't mean fatigue can't affect him. A yawn escaping his mouth was proof of that.