[TO BE REMADE] ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ

ᵀʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᴷⁱˡˡᵉʳ

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 pelted against the streets of New York, Peter Parker runs down the street with the hood of his blue jacket over his head to block out the rain.

He looked up to see Y/n's apartment building and ran inside away from the rain and took the elevator the the twentieth floor where he knocked on a specific door which slowly opened to reveal Lea L/n.

"Is, uh..." Peter stammered. "Is Y/n here?"

"No, he's off... doing whatever it is that he does." Lea responded with a sigh. "You're Peter, right?"

"Yeah, that's me." The teenager awkwardly replied.

"Could you maybe talk to him, try and calm him down?" Lea suddenly asked. "Me and Y/n weren't as close as he and his father. He's on a bad path that I can't break him off of."

"Sure. No problem." Peter responded. "I'll talk to him whenever I see him."

Meanwhile with the man himself, he was perched on the ledge of a building with his costume tucked neatly into his backpack. He wanted to test out the legitimacy of his new Webshooter's.

He stepped back off of the ledge before breaking into a sprint and leaping off of the building, plummeting towards the ground. But before he could become a stain on the sidewalk, Y/n pressed his middle and ring finger against a pressure pad that made a line of webbing fire from the spray can nozzle with a thwip.

The web-line attached to a nearby helicopter as the teenager began to swing off of that line, both hands gripping the sticky white thread like his life depended on it. 

He soon got the hang of it, but it was still amateur with bad aim and almost crashing into everything if it hadn't been for his other Webshooter allowing him to zip out of the way.

Soon after, Y/n let go of the web and landed sloppily, slamming his knee against the asphalt of an alleyway, scraping it. The vigilante ignored the sensation that it brought upon his knee and walked out of the alleyway to see Midtown high.

It had been over a month and a half since Y/n walked the halls of Midtown since Y/n lost his father and began to his war on crime.

It was somewhat overwhelming.