It was another Night in Musutafu, Japan.
On the highways, a truck carrying important cargo shipment was cruising down the road. In the back a guard stood with the shipment cuffed to his hand in a case. Armed with a gun for protection if anyone thought it would be easy to highjack the truck. The driver behind the wheel paid no mind as he continued driving down the smooth road. Calm and relaxed music played making the ride more pleasant, tapping his finger to match the rhythm of the beat, as he drove on the highway.
Driver: LIFE IS A HIGHWAY, I WANNA RIDE IT ALL NIGHT LONG! IF YOUR GOIN MY WAY, I WANNA DRIVE ALL NIGHT LONG!
Guard: Hey turn it down!
The Guard bangs on the door connecting the back with the cab, causing the driver to turn the music down. As he checks his rear view, the driver notices something off. Four trucks cornered them from the right, to the left, to the front, and the back.
Guard: What's going up there?
Driver: We're getting blocked off. And I don't like it.
Quickly he tried to slam on the breaks to get out but suddenly one of the trucks from behind pushed against the van to keep it from rolling back. As the tires underneath the van screeched the truck in front of them opened the back of the trailer revealing that it was empty.
With that the truck behind the van began to push the van into the trailer as it backed up allowing the door to close behind the van. Ultimately trapping the driver and the guard inside the van, that was inside the truck. Once they were inside the driver quickly reached for his walkie talkie to call for help, unbeknownst to him knock-out gas was released inside of the truck before he could even press for help.
Driver: Transport, to Dispatch. I repeat. Transport to-
Before he could finish he succumbed to the gas as he and the guard inside of the van were knocked unconscious. Unable to know where they were going as the trucks took them somewhere else.
After a while has passed sparks flew from the end of the van. Someone used a blowtorch to cut a square in the back of the van. Once the sheet of metal fell the man behind it walked inside as he saw the knocked out guard.
Man: Hmph, well I be.
He said as he walked in and grabbed the case only to see that it was handcuffed to his wrist. Pulling out a pin he unlocked the cuffs as he took the case free from his hand and walked out of the van.
Stepping out he stood in a warehouse and at the center stood Hammerhead inside of a steel cage with the door opened. Around him are figures . Walking over to the cage the man placed the case down on the table.
Man: There you go Hammerhead. Got the job done.
The man spoke in a familiar southern tone. Taking the mask off his face was none other than Montana as he grabbed his cowboy hat off the table.
Hammerhead: Forget the hat.
He told him as Montana watched as Hammerhead opened up the case on the table to reveal a compact suit inside with two gloves.
Hammerhead: And put on the suit. You still owe the Big Man one friendly neighborhood spider-man. And our new associate knows exactly where he will be.
Montana smiles at getting the chance to get his revenge on the wall-crawler.
YOU ARE READING
Spectacular hero in MHA (Spectacular Spider man reader x MHA/BNHA)
FanfictionI thought about this idea for a while and have been wanting to make this story. I am not the most obsessed MHA fan but I am a massive Spidey fan. I wanted to make this story for everyone who like Spectacular spiderman and MHA.
