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You're in the stairway realizing... you might have gotten powers from a radioactive spider bite. Looking down at your arms you realize your muscles are a lot more toned. You look at your stomach and lift up your shirt higher.
Abs. I HAVE ABS?!
There's no way...- I'm Spider-Man?! Spider-woman..?
Well that kind of adds up. The spider was glowing. I'm sticking to everything. I ran really fast. .. no I have to go home.
You sigh and decide to call your mom.
(<A/N> Idk how to write good mother daughter relationships so bare with me... 💀 also. I'm kinda following Toby's Spider-Man so.....)
"Hey mom.. I'm sorry I know you're at work but can you..um can you do me a favor?"
"Yeah.. is everything okay?"
"I.. need to go home. Like right now. I don't feel well and I need you to call the school. And- and tell them it's a family issue and you're picking me up."
"Why, what's the matter? You're going to miss a number of classes and practice. Is this your way of skipping?"
"Mom, I'll make it up another day after school. I need this, please."
"Okay, fine, just wait a couple I'll call in a few."
"Thanks. Bye."
... you put your phone in your back pocket and look at the camera pointing the other way.. of the chair and the cracked wall.
"Time to test these powers."
You put your hands on the wall and feel yourself stick. And you sigh, relaxing your palms and you unstick. And you climb onto the wall right under the camera and you put your middle finger and ring finger to your palms.
Come on.. web it. You have to.
And webs shoot out covering the camera completely. Organic webs...just came out of your wrists.
How did my skin just part like the Red Sea.. aint no way.
Oh nah.. that's freaky as fuck how is my body creating webs?!
You didn't need web shooters and you were thinking how it was possible. But you snap yourself out of it and unstick completely. You decide to wait in the stairway and sit down on the first step, processing it.
And you text your roommate:
Text sent: Can you come home early? I need you.. I'm sorry I've been acting so strange. I'll explain everything.
Seen
Typing...
Text received: sure. I'll tell 'em it's an emergency. And I'll make them listen. But I can't miss the next two class, I have to present.
Text sent: no worries at all just come home early.. whenever.
Seen.
Text received: ok ily
..typing: ilyt see you soon.
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Time to go.
You walk to the lobby and another security guard asks you where you're going until she gets told on her walkie talkie. And you walk past her with a smug look. You walk to the bus stop and take a ride home.
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Your apartment
9:50 am.
You unlock the door and go to your room and change out of your jeans. And look at yourself in the mirror admiring how lean your body is now. And you bite your lip and look out to the window .. and think about actually swinging. You look back down onto the street .. and remember the woman being robbed.. and you can still see her blood on the pavement drying in the sunlight. Crime infested is what this city is now. There's no hope.
You could stop that from happening. Again, and again.
You just needed to know how.
You walk into your roommates bedroom and look through her drawers. Her room had posters, plushies and art all around. You go through each comic until you find the one about Spider-Man...
"The Amazing Spider-Man."
You skim through it and watch as the guy who got bit by a radioactive spider....uh huh....did that.. sticks to everything.. mhm accurate.... And he tries to jump off a roof and he does it successfully. Which.. you haven't done. You skip past another page and read as he creates costume ideas. And you smile to yourself thinking you could be a hero. It feels surreal.
-
Without realizing... an hour has gone by and you've read through multiple volumes already.
"Y/n? What are you doing in here?" You hear your roommate and you swivel back in her chair to look at her.
"I'm Spider-Man." You tell her and show her the comics. She looks at you like you're insane. Well obviously.
"...Did Peter give you acid or something? God please tell me you're not high. This could ruin everything you've worked for! That shits addictive you know!"
"What- no! Girl. Relax. I know- it's crazy and I know it seems impossible but I know how much you love Spider-Man. And I need your help."
She stares at you and squints and says: "Prove it."
You stand and jump up so that you hang from the ceiling upside down, and you walk towards her carefully.
She drops her book bag and stares at you in awe as you look at her praying she won't faint or scream.
"Don't.. don't panic. Please. You're the only person I could tell. I wouldn't ever want to keep this from you."
"Shut up. Tell me everything."
And you do. You tell her everything from The Prowler to the spider, and you sticking to everything today including Miles's braid. She screams out of excitement and hugs you despite you literally hanging from the ceiling.
"I-I could be your guy in the chair! Y/n this is amazing! Do you have any idea how lucky you are?! I'm gonna cry oh my gosh!"
"Lucky huh?"
What if I don't want to be?
"Yes! Cmon, let's go see how high you can jump." She throws you her sweater and grabs your wrist and takes you out to the rooftops.
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"God this is really high up..."
"You jumped off this building last night. I'm sure you can jump to a skyscraper... multiple times."
You put on her sweater and take a breath but fear hits you and you're paralyzed. You look at the bustling city and the lights flashing. Suddenly getting louder as you look at the clouds slowly moving past above you.
Why am I such a pussy..
You cover your face with your hands and basically shout as your roommate stands next to you on the ledge of your apartment. The wind blows through your hair as you inhale and you get the stupidest idea.
"You can do this- don't think."
"Push me."
"Uh what?!"
"Didn't that happen in the third version?! His aunt pushed him off or something? There are too many god damn comics.." you run your hand through your hair and look at her waiting for a response.
"Yeah.. it did." She gets behind you and takes a breath.
"Okay.. just do it.." you close your eyes and wait...
and wait....and you open your eyes.
"Are you gonna do it or-" and you feel two hands push you and you leap off the building— and you make it onto the top. You laugh as you sprint faster and jump over 5 feet to the other rooftops.
"IM DOING IT!"
"Hell yeah!!" You hear her cheer as you continue going faster.
You shoot your web out to the side of the skyscraper across you and you swing— until you can't retract it.
"OH SHIIII-"
And you slam painfully hard into the building.
"AAHH!!" And for the first time your fingers stick and unstick... and you fall into a dumpster. You climb out of it quickly and realize you're in the alleyway of the corner deli. You wince and hold your sore back. Your phone rings and it's your roommate calling:
"Are you okay?!"
"Are you okay young lady?"
Huh? Why did she call me young lady?"
You turn around and see a familiar woman with a nurse outfit on. She looks concerned as she looks at you up and down alongside her friend. But this gives you a second to take her in too.
Round light brown eyes, brown skin tone, with dark brown hair in a braid.
Ohhh... shit..
Ms. Morales.
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Fanfictionˏˋ°•*⁀➷꧁ You're on the same earth as Miles Morales.. except here he's The Prowler. And you have an infatuation with his alter ego. And you're both people hiding secrets from one another. But he does seem to despise you. You have a feeling there's...
