[TO BE REMADE] ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏғ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ

ᴬ ᴰᵃʸ ᴵⁿ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˡʸ ᴺᵉⁱᵍʰᵇᵒᵘʳʰᵒᵒᵈ

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐀𝐍 had been avoiding Tony Stark like the plague.

The richest Avenger had been trying to get in touch with the spider-themed vigilante ever since he had defeated Toomes, but the teenager couldn't care less on what Stark had to say.

He was perched on the ledge of a skyscraper, declining a call from an unknown number that he assumed to be the Tin-Can Man. He then
leaped off of the building and began to plummet towards his death.

Before Spider-Man could become a red and blue stain on the sidewalk, he fired a web-line that attached to another building and began to break into a swing that saved the masked man at the last possible second.

The hustle and bustle of the streets filled the vigilante's ears while he let go of the line of webbing and preformed a backflip before firing another web and swinging from it.

"What have you got for me today, New York?" The teenager asked to no one in particular before he felt a tingling sensation inside the back of his head as he saw a tow truck ramming through traffic along while carrying the familiar Stark Industries logo on the side of the van. "Alright, let's get to work!"

The tow truck barrelled through cars like it was nothing while a man with a thick Russian accent drove and another in a green striped long sleeve sat in the passengers seat.

Meanwhile, a group of men treaded carefully while they used a buzz saw to cut into the roof of the Stark Industries truck.

The Russian man didn't care for the fact a little girl with her mother was trying to cross the street, he kept his foot pressed firmly down on the gas pedal to try and escape the police.

Just then, Spider-Man zipped passed and used his one arm to grab the mother and daughter and swing them to safety on the sidewalk.

"Hey, she's walking 'ere!" The hero yelled, waving his fist. He checked if the two were okay before he swung back towards the truck.

Spider-Man landed on the top of the tow truck before peering over the top and into the windscreen.

"Hey, I'm pretty sure this is against the law, but hey, I'm no expert." The boy said. "That's why I dress up as a spider and beat up bad guys."

The men that were on the roof of the Stark Industries truck managed to cut a hole in the roof and drop inside where it was lined with high-tech stuff that only a guy like Tony Stark could have so causally, such as Plutonium.

"Warning, Plutonium-238 is a radioactive material and is highly explosive."

Meanwhile, a woman with blueprints in her arms walks down the sidewalk with a bunch of New Yorker's not bothering to move, just barging into her.

"Excuse me, there's more room on the sidewalk." The woman scoffed, frustrated before someone made her drop all of her blueprints as the wind blew them into the street. "Oh, come on, man!"

Spider-Man was doing his best to save everyone from the rampaging Russian man, but the blueprint guy hadn't noticed what was happening and was much more focused on collecting his work.

"Oh, God." Spider-Man zipped over and grabbed the man, making him duck while an empty Taxi flies overhead and crashes a few feet away. "Hey, uh... Francine. These look important. Might wanna keep a closer eyes on 'em, yeah?"

Spider-Man fired a web and yanked all of the blueprints into his hands, giving them back to their rightful owner.

"Spider-Man?" The woman murmurs in admiration. "How'd you know my name?"

"It's written on your badge." Spider-Man replied, pointing at her badge which read Francine Frye.

"But I'm a nobody." Francine replied.