You hop out your bedroom window, ready to fight some crime, or something. You see a gas station being robbed across the street, so you run and beat up the dude real quick, then you tie him up with his own belt and pay the counter lady four dollars for a Gatorade.
Some guy in a red, stripey greenscreen suit goes flying overhead. Okay, you think. I suppose this is New York.
You hover up to the roof of the gas station, sit down, and pull down your surgical mask so you can take a sip of your drink.
Red suit dude swings straight at you on what looks like a small string. You dodge his shitty attempt at a punch and take another sip of your Gatorade.
He tries to punch you again and you tilt your head so he misses again. "Hold still!" He complains, trying to punch you again.
You dodge a third time and ask "What's your deal, man? I just wanna drink my fuckin' Gatorade!"
"You just robbed that store!" He tries to punch you again.
You catch it this time. "What?"
"Yeah, I watched you! You went in there, stole the money and that Gatorade, and left!"
"Bro, what are you on? I literally just stopped some weak-ass guy from stealing the money and bought this Gatorade, the least you could do is let me drink it in peace."
"What?"
"Yeah, go look. If you want some Gatorade, just say that, but I'm not giving you any," You throw his fist, which is still in your grip, to the side and sit down on the edge of the building, your leg sore from Sunday.
Red stripy suit man jumps down from the top of the building and you chug some Gatorade. He comes back a moment later and says "Sorry, you're right, I made a mistake."
"It's fine, I was just pissed cuz I wanted Gatorade."
"Dude, what is up with you and Gatorade?"
"My guy, Gatorade is the essence of my being,"
"Oh.. okay. So.. what's your name?"
"I don't know, broski. I just started vigilante-ing like a month ago, I didn't think people would care enough about me to ask for a name."
"Okay, well, if you don't pick fast, I'll call you Zappy."
"Please don't. Call me, uhh, like, uh, actually I don't know what you should call me. I'll get back to you on that. Zappy can be fine for now."
"Do you have a name, or should I just keep calling you Red Stripey Suit Man?"
"Oh- I'm Spider-Man. If you couldn't tell from the.. spider." He gestured to himself, showing you the black spider on his chest, which you had obviously missed before.
"Oh okay, well, I gotta go, school tomorrow and all, so bye." You hover yourself about three blocks in the opposite direction from your house and then take off your mask and pull your hair out of its bun, put on your hoodie, and begin the trek back home.
You look out your bedroom window at the roof of the gas station and see Spider-Man chugging his own Gatorade. As he wipes his mouth you can't help but notice that his jawline is sharp enough to kill a man, and his lips are sorta pretty.
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