Jensoo G!P/Topsoo Oneshots (Converts)

Homecoming

Jentop kind of but Jisoo G!P

Universe-616

The crescent moon that hung high above cast an ethereal glow over the deserted dock. Wooden crates of various sizes were neatly stacked, forming an eerie labyrinth of shadows. Each of them was tightly locked; shrouded in mystery. From the shadows, half a dozen figures crept into view. Their intent was unmistakable.

Tonight, crime was on the prowl.

The small gang of criminals hurried into position, always glancing over their shoulders and checking the hidden corners of the building nearby as if they expected something to spring out and surprise them. One of them gently lifted the lid of the first crate and inspected the contents inside. A slight grin formed across his face. ''Yeah, this is the right shipment. Early, like they said. The police aren't going to be stationed nearby, so we can make a clear getaway.''

One of the other goons gulped loudly, constantly looking around. ''It's not the police I'm worried about. What about the Spider? This is his turf!''

''Quiet!'' The leader scolded. His gruff voice hushed as he also double-checked to make sure that they were alone. ''He ain't here now! So, let's get what we need and scram.''

Most of the thugs had already moved into position. Sweat rained down the back of their necks as they steadied themselves to heave the crates off the ground. Their eyes darted from side to side. Their ears were perked up. Every slight movement of a shadow made their hearts jump. However, other than the quiet howl of the wind, all was peaceful. A sense of calm soothed their souls. It seemed like they were going to steal this shipment with no trouble at all. Suddenly, a burst of red light blinded them. The projected symbol cast the thugs in a red, white and black glow which emitted a very familiar symbol to criminals who dared to come to this part of the neighborhood.

''Congratulations! You are our one-hundredth customer to utter the phrase 'get what we need and scram'. However, prizes are not to be collected at this time. So, please put those down.''

Spider-Man's voice, laced with a playful tone, made the criminals drop the crates on hand. They all looked up to see the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler perched on the edge of a building that overlooked the dock. The vigilant protector switched off his Spider-Signal so that the goons could get a better look at his infamous red and blue costume.

''No way!'' The lead thug groaned, clutching tightly onto a crowbar that he brought with him. ''How did you find us, webhead?''

''I'd rather not say dumb luck, so let's pretend that my Spidey sense was tingling.''

With a graceful leap, Spider-Man descended upon the startled criminals, his inhuman athleticism and reflexes guiding him through the darkness. His arrival was like a swift gust of wind, announcing his presence and almost knocking back the thugs before they even had a chance to defend themselves.

"Who brought their dancing shoes?'' Spider-Man jested.

He effortlessly weaved between the criminals, moving like a blur of agility and precision. With a flick of his wrists, his webbing caught their weapons and yanked them out of their grasp. All of their faces shifted from alarmed to outright terror. To say that they were in a sticky situation would be a joke that was too low even for Spider-Man. The leader attempted to strike at the superhero with a clenched fist. But, Spider-Man was quick to dodge it. He grabbed the thug by the collar of his jacket and threw him across the dock. Before he landed, he was encased in a web that was too strong to break and knocked against the wall. The force knocked him unconscious.

The rest of the goons didn't fare any better.

They were sent tumbling around like ragdolls. Spider-Man's webs shackled their hands and feet, binding them together as a flurry of expertly placed jabs and knicks rendered them powerless. One by one, they fell. Spider-Man deftly dodged any assaults that were aimed in his direction. As the last of the criminals fell, their unconscious bodies forming a makeshift ball of the web, Spider-Man stood amidst the fallen, his hands on his hips in a triumphant pose.