Y/N L/N's life is thrown upside down when he is bitten by a radioactive spider. Studying under the guide of Spider-Man, he learns to hone his newfound powers and fight crime. However, things change forever when Thanos wipes out half the universe, in...
In the evening, Y/N and Grant were making their way to their shared hotel bedroom. They were discussing with hushed voices about the incident they just survived.
Grant: What are you gonna do about the water monster?
Y/N: Nothing. It's dead. Besides, that Mysterio guy's all over it.
Grant: But what if more show up?
Y/N: Then he can deal with them. I mean, what can I even do against things like this anyway?
Grant looked at his brother, raising his brow.
Grant: That doesn't sound like you. Normally you're the one to jump in head first thinking you can do something against things like this.
Y/N: Because the other "things like this" are crooks and guys with high tech suits, not some giant goliath made out of water.
Grant looked at him, continuing to raise a brow. Y/N sighed and rolled his eyes at him. The two turned around and made their way into their bedroom.
Y/N: Look, I just want to have a nice, relaxing trip. No superheroing and no "end of the world" type stuff. Besides, Kate and I got to talking and I think we hit it off pretty well.
Grant sighed, following him.
Grant: That's nice. And hey, tomorrow is Paris. Maybe there you two can-
He suddenly stopped when he felt something pinch his neck. A tranquilizer dart pricked the side of Grant's neck, instantly working its magic. The young teen fell over and collapsed onto his bed. Y/N turned and watched him fall with wide eyes. He turned around to see the source of the dart. A dark skinned man in a black suit and an eye patch was sitting in a chair across from him. In his hand he was holding onto the gun which had fired the dart. Y/N looked at the man with wide eyes of surprise, recognizing him.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Fury: You're a very difficult person to contact, Mr. L/N.
Y/N: You... You're Nick Fury. But you... you're supposed to be dead.
Fury: Am I?
Y/N: And you just shot my brother.
Fury: It's just a mild tranquilizer. He'll be alright.
Y/N: Yeah, but you didn't have to shoot him! He's alright. He knows.
Fury just simply stared at the young man in front of him. He crossed him arms, continuing their conversation and ignoring Y/N's comments.
Fury: So good to finally meet you. I see you got my message, although you chose to ignore it. The important thing is, you're here. I tried to bring you here. You avoided me, and now you're here. What a coincidence.
Y/N: Wait, what are you getting at? Were you behind us coming here?
Fury: Wouldn't you like to know? So would I. A little over a year ago, I knew everything. I formed the strongest team on the planet. Then I lose everything because some purple monkey from space decided to snap his fingers. And it was from then on that I found that I knew nothing. Now, here I am. No team. No intel. And a high school kid is dodging my calls. Here's what I do know:
