Attention, all units. Any available units, please report to Central Park. I repeat, any available units, please report to Central Park. We have a situation. Attention, all units...
Will shot up in bed, still dazed. He tried to unsuccessfully rub sleep from his eyes as he listened to the crackling police radio that he kept under his pillow at all times.
A situation? How vague, Will thought. Anything from a cat stuck in a tree to an armed robbery to a creepy crazy mutant villain. But, no matter what, all of those emergencies constituted a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Will stumbled out of bed, almost face planting due to his legs still being asleep. Why couldn't these situations happen during the day, when he was already alert and ready to get out and fight? He shook his legs as he staggered over to his drawer and started digging through for his Spider-Suit.
"What the- where the fuck...where is it?" He hissed as he grabbed stuff out of his drawers. As he searched, the radio on his bed crackled again. Attention, all units...
"In a MINUTE!" He whisper-yelled at the radio. His hands closed around the familiar fabric of his suit in his drawer, and he pulled it out. He yanked off his pajama shirt and shorts and oh, god, he needed his binder and...
After a few more struggling minutes, Will tightened the laces on his beat up Converse, glanced in the mirror and nodded in approval (always good to get a confidence boost) and jumped out the window.
Despite having been Spider-Man for over a year, Will still hadn't gotten used to the feeling of his body plummeting towards the pavement. He managed to snap himself out of his stupor enough to shoot a web towards the nearest building and swinging up just before he hit the ground.
His apartment was only a minute or so from Central Park, so it didn't take him too long to get to the site of the alleged "situation". He perched himself on top of a nearby building and gazed into the park. Even over the dull roar of the ever-present NYC traffic, he could hear a commotion coming from inside the park. He decided to move in closer to get a better look.
He swung between the trees until he was in a good position to see the sight. And it was a very interesting, very odd sight.
There were police crowded around on the ground, moving uneasily but not doing or threatening anything. They were all staring up at this...floating person. The person was dressed in all black, with a black leather jacket and pants. They were wearing black sunglasses - or were those their solid black eyes? Creepy either way. But the most odd part about them were the dark tentacles sprouting from their sides and back. There were maybe eight of them, waving in the air, and clutched in one of them was a teen boy who was struggling against their grip.
Down on the ground, the police chief stepped forward, holding a megaphone. "WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" He boomed up at the person.
The floating person LAUGHED. At least, Will thought it was a laugh. It was a high pitched, creepy sound that sent a shiver up his back. "Who am I?" They asked. "You truly don't know who I am?"
This irritated Will. He hated it when bad guys did the whole "you don't know who I am?" thing. He and the police fought at least four villains a week. They didn't exactly have time to memorize all of their names, and Will didn't particularly care to. He had more important things going on in his life.
The person spoke again. "I am Epiales," they said. "Your living nightmare. And all I demand is your attention, for I-"
"BORING!" Will shouted from his tree. Epiales, the hostage boy, and the police all turned to look at him, shocked.
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Sunflower (or, a Solangelo Spider-Man AU)
FanfictionWill Solace, better known as Spider-Man, loves being a hero. He loves defeating villains, foiling plots, and saving people. However, he doesn't usually find himself getting attached to people easily. That's why it's so strange to him when he falls c...
