Spider-Man: The Great Teacher

Making the Suit

NEW YORK

The early morning sun bathed the towering skyscrapers of New York City in a warm, golden glow. Swinging effortlessly between buildings, Spider-Man moved with the grace and agility that only a seasoned superhero could possess. His red-and-blue costume contrasted sharply against the urban landscape as he zipped through the concrete canyons. The distant hum of traffic and the city's constant heartbeat echoed in his ears.

As Spider-Man approached the Baxter Building, his eyes darted between the towering structures, calculating the quickest route to his destination. He cursed under his breath, realizing he was running late—again.

"Come on, Spidey, get your act together," he muttered to himself. "Late for the academy again, and the Storm doesn't like tardiness. She will think I am trying to offend her on purpose."

With twin streams of webbing shooting out from his web shooters, he swiftly anchored himself to the nearest building and accelerated towards the Baxter Building. The wind rushed past him, ruffling the edges of his mask as he navigated the concrete jungle below.

Amidst the web-swinging acrobatics, Spider-Man couldn't help but reflect on the series of events that led to his tardiness. He woke up late in the morning as he had tried to work on the new suit to catch a mysterious speedster wreaking havoc across the city. His determination to plan out the schematics of the  costume, however, caused him to wake up late.

"Note to self: being fashion-forward doesn't mean being late," Spider-Man quipped, his voice muffled by the mask.

His thoughts were interrupted by the memory of a chance encounter earlier that day. He also met Matt Murdock, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and a lawyer by day, in the morning to discuss the contents of the file that Felicia had acquired for him.

The mysterious file held secrets that had piqued the interest of the Daredevil. Spider-Man told Matt that it was connected to the speedster he was determined to catch.

He swiftly arrived at the Baxter Building and hurried to enter the portal in order to reach the academy.

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THE ACADEMY

Spider-Man sprinted through the corridors of the academy to make it to his Hero Ethics class, where he needed to collect the projects he had assigned to his students. Where he unfortunately saw Ororo and Logan talking near the classroom where he had to take lecture.

"So you need someone to assist you in the danger room? " asked Ororo as she looked at Logan.

Logan replied, "I have the knowledge to teach them the art of combat, but only in a brutal and deadly manner, which is not what we desire." He continued, "I require help in training them for rescue missions. Last year, Cap was available, but now we need someone to fill in while he is unavailable."

"I can understand your concern, i will look into your request," replied Ororo. Logan nodded in thanks, but soon their eyes landed on the approaching Webhead.

"Shit," was the only thing Spider-Man said as he can see Ororo narrowing her eyes at him, and then she looked at her own wristwatch, making Spidey gulp.

"Good---" tried to greet Spider-Man, but he was stopped by Ororo mid-sentence.

"What can I even expect from you?" Ororo's voice carried a mix of disappointment and frustration. "How many times do we have to discuss your punctuality, especially as a teacher?"