[TO BE REMADE] ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ

ᴬ ᴹᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗᵃˡ ᴹⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 from unconsciousness, Y/n groaned in pain, clutching his head as he staggered to his feet and leaned against a metal cage that held some alien tech.

"My head..." He murmured in pain.

"You appear to have a mild concussion."

"Hey, Suit lady. Where am I right now?" The boy looked around.

"I'm not sure. The container walls are hindering my sensors."

The teenager suddenly ran at the container doors and crashed through them only to see no bad guys, only a large room where other containers sat.

"Where am I?" Spider-Man questioned.

"You're in the most secure facility on the eastern seaboard, the Damage Control deep storage vault."

"Oh, no..." Spider-Man muttered to himself.

He tries to use his immense strength to pry to the doors open, but he wasn't that strong.

"The doors will most likely remained closed until morning."

"Aw, man..." The boy huffed before deciding to wait it out.

Making a web hammock, Spider-Man lounged

"Hey, Suit lady. I kinda feel bad calling you... Suit lady, Y'know?" The teen said. "I think I should probably give you a name, like Gwen— no, no, no. That's— Not Gwen. What about... Olivia?"

"You can call me Olivia if you would like."

"Alright, Olivia." Spider-Man said. "What else can this suit do?"

Olivia revealed things that Y/n never even thought the suit could do, like underarm webbing that acted as a sort of glider and all the different types of webbing that were inside his upgraded Webshooter's.

Soon after, Y/n laid on top a crate, wearing his jacket and Academic Decathlon blazer over his costume.

"Hey, how long how long have we been in here anyway?" He asked.

"Thirty seven minutes."

"Thirty seven minutes?" The teen echoed in shock. "That's insane!"