The One and Only Spider-Man. (Male Reader)

The Man, the Myth, the Legend

Aunt Sienna: "Alright, kid. I'll see you after school to pick you up," your Aunt Sienna said to you as you pulled up to school in her white convertible.

She always loved her cars, according to what your mom used to tell you about her. But you didn't know why she had to have the roof down today. It was a cold, brisk morning in Brooklyn, New York as usual, and the frigid wind sent a shiver through your entire body. Frankly, you thought you were going to die from hypothermia before you arrived at school. Thankfully, that wasn't the case.

Stepping out of the vehicle, you grabbed hold of the door and spoke to her from outside as she looked at you through the foggy reversing mirror. For whatever reason, Aunt Sienna was wearing her sunglasses even though it wasn't that time of the year yet. As much as it confused you, however, you knew better than to ask her about it.

Y/N: "You got it, Aunty. Same place as usual, right?"

Aunt Sienna: "Yup. Don't be late, though. I've got yoga class at three forty-five, and you know how rough rush hour is."

This woman and her yoga.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

Y/N: "Yeah, yeah, I won't keep you waiting for too long. Have a good day!"

Aunt Sienna nodded as you slammed the door to her car shut before she drove off. Feeling the cold air hit you through your clothes, you sniffled and rubbed your shoulders, moving towards the school building. You wanted to get out of this weather as soon as possible, or you'll probably turn into a popsicle.

Now, you were never the most popular guy at school. The Brooklyn Visions Academy is pretty prestigious, after all—leagues above what you were used to. Before, you went to Brooklyn Middle with your best friend, Miles, but one thing led to another—namely you winning the final spot in a charter school lottery—and now you're here. Today was your first day. Yay.

So far, you're having a bit of trouble fitting in and adjusting to the workings of the school. The surroundings were completely different to what you grew up with. It's crazy how intelligent some of these kids are. They definitely worked hard and earned their place at this academy.

You, on the other hand, shouldn't even be here in the first place. It probably wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that your shoe simply stepping inside this school was a severe act of defamation and vandalism. At least, that's what you thought.

Luckily though, you weren't completely alone. Miles also got into this school, placing one spot above you in the lottery. Now you just had to find him...

"Yo, Y/N!" A loud voice pierced the air, causing the hallways to go completely silent.

You looked behind yourself and found Miles standing at the end of the hall awkwardly. His eyes darted left and right at the people staring at him after he realised that he had shouted way too loudly. You stifled a laugh as he ran over to you, and you did your signature handshake, a gesture of your tight bond.

Miles: "Probably should have tried to keep it down a bit."

You chuckled.

Y/N: "Man, I can hear the relief in your voice. Rough morning?"

Miles: "Like you wouldn't know... My dad just humiliated me out front a few minutes ago."

Yeesh. That sounds rough. Though his dad is certainly strict on him sometimes—possibly due to his career in law enforcement—he's still a dad. They exist to embarrass their sons. Now, with the addition of the tools of a police officer at his disposal, the skies are the limit when it comes to humiliating Miles. Sucks to be him.