Insomniac Marvel Spider-Man x Male Reader

Collision Course

[It starts off with Y/N and Peter heading into the lab late at night to help Otto. They look around and sees a ton of boxes around the places as Peter says]

Peter Parker: Hey, sorry we're late.

Otto: Morning, Parker, L/N. Or is it evening? Ah, doesn't matter.

[Y/N walks up to Otto, which he moves out of the way and points to the tablet]

Otto: Check the neurosensors, would you? We need a faster response time.

Y/N L/N: You got it.

Otto: Try to get it under three milliseconds.

[Y/N starts to type stuff in on the tablet. As it pops up the following]

<DIRECT NEURAL INTERFACE V4.3013>

<CURRENT RESPONSE TIME 5.7 MS>

<TARGET RESPONSE TIME < 3 MS>

<BEGIN DIAGNOSTICS>

[Y/N begins diagnostics it reaches 23% before stopping it pops up with a failure to the power relay]

Y/N L/N: Okay...it looks like the power relay is a bit...off.

[After fixing the power relay, it switches from 5.7 MS to 4.9 MS

Y/N L/N: Sweet. What's next?

[It then gets to 48% before stopping. It says a failure in the calculation]

Y/N L/N: Little error in the neurosensor circuit... simple enough to fix.

[After Y/N fixes the neurosensor circuit, it switches from 4.9 MS to 3.6 MS]

Y/N L/N: Okay, almost there...

[It then gets to 74% before failing as it shows in error I'm the neural chip]

Y/N L/N: Signal-to-noise is fucked up. A new signal processor should reduce the lag.

[Y/N replaces the signal processor. He then looks to the tablet and sees it change from 3.6 MS to 2.8 MS]

Y/N L/N: Yes! Finally.

[After finishing up and sending the data to the helmet. He then picks up the helmet and says]

Y/N L/N: Alright, Doc. I got it under two milliseconds.

Peter Parker: Nice job, N/N.

Otto: Yes, excellent work.

[The three stand before the arms. Y/N has the helmet in hand. He hands it to Otto. Otto accepts he puts it on and clicks something on the back of the helmet, causing the arms to glow yellow. Peter readies to push the emergency shutdown button just in case. The left hand (my left) then slowly moves itself to grab one of the tennis balls, having just a small bit of slowness to them. It lifts it as high as it can. Otto looks at Y/N, who smiles at this, and then Otto looks to Peter, who still is near the button. The arm then throws the ball and then, in an instance, extends itself, reaches the ball, and quickly grabbed it. The hand then returns to normal and throws the ball to the right hand (my right), which it catches]