[TO BE REMADE] ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ

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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 was in full swing, it was halfway through the semester and Y/n was finally beginning to understand his role as Spider-Man.

He wasn't big time like the Avenger's, he looked out for the little guy, stopping a robbery one time and helping a lost tourist find their way back.

Y/n zipped across the white sky that still had snow lightly falling as he swung towards the mall that Daniel Berkhart attacked with a gang that had a deal going on.

The mall had been closed temporarily due to to the police conducting an investigation of their own. Y/n may not be on NYPD's nice list this Christmas, but they were after the same thing.

Spider-Man dropped in the same hole that he made the last time he was here, landing on the ground as he investigated, making sure to avoid the detectives.

His foot slammed against a barricaded door, breaking it open to reveal an abandoned stairwell that goes down way further than any stores could possibly be.

"Tallyho." The teenage remarked, vaulting over the railing and plummeting towards the bottom, he quickly fired a web at the top of the stairwell, breaking his fall somewhat.

The door to the final floor was riddled with bullets and barely even still attached to the hinges. Y/n lightly pushed it open as his eyes widened in shock.

Dead bodies. So many corpses lining the floor with shipping creates scattered around with most forced open and their contents gone.

Spider-Man crouched down, trying to investigate the bodies, but suddenly got a phone call.

"I can't talk right now—"

"I've got something you're probably going to want to know about." Peter's voice interjected. "You know that tracker you brought over? Well, I took the liberty and tracked the signal for you."

"Oh, yeah?" Y/n responded. "Where is it?"

Peter refreshed his computer, implementing Y/n's phone signal before suddenly gasping. "Dude, you're right next to it."

The sound of a rhythmic beeping noise coming from one of the still sealed boxes. Y/n lowered the phone and got closer.

"I'm gonna have to call you back, Pete." He slipped the phone back into his waistband and ripped the top of the crate off to see a base version of the tracker that was built into the skull.

Y/n took it out, making sure it wasn't tracking him anymore. Whoever it was that came to his apartment was connected to this deal and a supervillain.

And whoever did this knew of his alter-ego.

Just then, his Spider-Sense began to go off, but it wasn't just that light ringing and somewhat ignorable tingle. It blared and it was loud.

Spider-Man tried to find whoever could be so dangerous that it made his Sense go off like that, but he couldn't find it in time as one of the unopened boxes suddenly exploded.

Spider-Man flew through the wall and into an underground parking lot. He bounced off of the floor and slammed into the side of a car, groaning in pain.

A ding echoed through the parking lot as an elevator opened to reveal a group of men. They wore similar clothes to the ones that worked with Berkhart, but they were much burlier, still wielding assault rifles.

"The boss wants the spider." One of them said. "Find 'im. He fell right into boss' trap."

Y/n winced from the pain, taking the transmitter and crushing before leaping into the fray. Despite his injuries, he made quick work of the men. His feet and fist clashing with the goons' face.