A New Spider on the Block (Spiderman ps4 x X-men x Champions x Male Reader)

Heavy Hitter

My eyelids slowly lift, revealing an opulent room. I find myself nestled in a grand king-sized bed, its white linens contrasting beautifully with a rich blue velvet duvet. It envelops me with an air of luxury, further accentuated by the plush oversized pillows and intricately embroidered throw cushions. But a cool breeze teases my skin, and it dawns on me: aside from my underwear, my clothes are missing.

The room radiates tranquility, with the soft illumination from corner sconces bathing the space in a warm, welcoming hue. Adjacent to me, a vast bay window, framed with diaphanous white curtains, offers a mesmerizing view of a tranquil garden. Blossoming trees sway gently, their colors accentuated by the chirping of distant birds. As sunlight filters in, it paints playful patterns on the polished wooden floor.

Beside this window, an inviting reading nook beckons. A plush chaise lounge rests there, flanked by a side table stacked with intriguing titles, hinting at hours of engrossing reading.

Next to the bed stood a grand vintage dresser, its wood polished to a mirror-like sheen. Atop it, an intricately designed mirror offered a panoramic view of the room. The walls, painted in a calming shade of lavender, showcased an eclectic mix of art. These pieces spun tales of distant worlds and dreamy vistas. Across the room, a dainty writing desk nestled against the wall, completing the room's timeless charm. The gentle aroma of lavender intermingled with vanilla wafted through the air.

Attempting to sit up, every fiber in my body protested with sharp pain. I caught sight of bandages tightly wound around my chest and abdomen, with ominous stains of red bleeding through. My right arm was immobilized with an impromptu cast, and nearby, a bin overflowed with bloodied rags. Memories of the ordeal at the Raft came flooding back, chilling me to the bone.

Determined, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, making my way to the window. Daylight prevailed, though the sun was obscured by dense clouds. Raindrops traced erratic patterns on the glass pane, and in the distance, columns of smoke rose from multiple city buildings. I felt a surge of urgency — I had to return to the fray. Spotting my phone on the nightstand, I snatched it up.

It was 10:16 Am and the screen was flooded with missed calls — Aunt May, Kyouko. Among the notifications was a text from Miles. Reading the text, the urgency was palpable: "Hey Y/n, haven't seen you around. Not sure if this'll reach you, but I could use some help."

Noticing the message was just 15 minutes old, I quickly typed a response, "Miles? What's going on?" Almost instantly, a barrage of texts came in, as if Miles was typing faster than he could think.

"Good to hear from you! I was hoping you'd help with grabbing antibiotics from the relief stations. But when you didn't reply, I took a shot. Crazy situation! The escaped inmates had control of the stations. Somehow, I sneaked in, got the meds, but then ran into Rhino. Got out unseen, luckily, then took down an inmate. Now heading to Feast." He really could've used some punctuation.

I sighed, muttering to myself about his novel-like messages. "Which location, Miles?" While awaiting his reply, I began to don my suit, groaning when I saw the large rip across the chest. Another ping interrupted my frustration.

"He was at the docks, but last I spotted, Rhino seemed headed for Harlem Centre. Might want to avoid it," Miles advised.

"Stay safe, head back to Feast. I'll catch up," I responded. I tucked my phone away, adjusting the familiar tight embrace of the mask around my face. Gritting my teeth, I tore the makeshift cast off my arm, testing its movement. It ached, but it was bearable. Approaching the window seemed the best escape route - meeting whoever resided here wasn't high on my priority list. Yet as I nudged the window open, fate intervened, ushering in the one face I'd rather try to avoid: Wanda.