(y/n) Parker is your average, quirkless 15 year old guy. Until one very special day, when a spider that escaped a lab bit his arm. Ever since then, his life has been nothing but absolute hell. His uncle died, his body is doing weird things, and he h...
(y/n) was taken out of his chapter-long origin story by a sudden realization: he can't just go out with his identity unsecured! May would flip her lid, so would Mei, and that would be if she didn't notice him during the events! He immediately started going through his pockets for a face mask, a napkin (but he wasn't Ben, he had carried napkins everywhere he went), or anything that could keep "(y/n)-is-Spider-Man" facade going. Unfortunately, all he could find in his pockets could be described by a dead man: nothing.
He started looking around the room, surely that triple-sized brain of his could be resourceful like it had always been. A yellow bag belonging to the blonde he had knocked out. (y/n) rushed over and zipped it open to rummage through the traitor's bag. Luckily, a Spider-Man mask, made of poor material and most likely a children's toy, was for some reason in his bag. Although strange and somewhat tacky, it fit perfectly and would work.
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(y/n:) Why would anyone want to wear this? And where the heck's my money! I didn't get any royalties for this!
Despite (y/n)'s sadness about not getting rich for being a superhero, he walked out with a brand new look, his tracksuit and Halloween mask (in case you needed a reminder since it's been too damn long). He looked both ways as he entered the hall and left the blonde to his dream. Empty. Long hallways, too. So long, in fact, that (y/n) thought it'd be a good idea to sing a little song on his way around.
(y/n:) One hundred bottles of beer on the wall, one hundred bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall!
He continued on and on until he reached the edge of the hall, where he saw a man who looked to be security for the place. Can't blame them, though. The whole "Attack of the Reporters," as (y/n) called it, was pretty invasive. The attack on the U.S.J. was also a huge worry for the staff and the students and the parents. He stopped singing when there were seventy-nine bottles of beer on the wall to be passed around since he didn't want to seem like some ignorant child, but that wouldn't stop him from being an ignorant child when he was Spider-Man, of course.
(y/n) casually approached the guard, trying not to seem like a weirdo or a socially awkward kid, which he sadly was. The guard looked at (y/n) walk from the edge of the hall to him, which made the whole situation even more awkward for (y/n).
Guard: Who are you supposed to be?
As (y/n) was about to open his mouth, he realized he had absolutely no story or excuse for his sudden appearance. But, you know, that young teen was so smart and so slick, he thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick.
(y/n:) Well, I'm here from another school. They sent me here since they thought that if I could maybe do well in the festival, I could transfer here!
The guard blankly stared at (y/n), unimpressed.
Guard: I didn't ask for a bedtime story, I need your ID.
(y/n) immediately felt his heart drop, he started tapping his body to look for any ID that the blonde might've left in the suit. He kept his head down the whole time he tapped, but looked up at the guard without moving his head after a half minute.
