Into the Spider-verse (Marvel Harem x Male Reader)

Birth of the New Hero

"Here you go Aunt May."

"Thank you, (y/n)." She puts down, the box I gave her. "You've been such an amazing help to me, but I have to ask when are you finally going to move on? You know he wouldn't want you to live like this."

"I know, I Just feel like I still owe him so much."

She smiles at me. "Hang on, I'll be right back." Aunt May, closes the door, and I hear her walk away from the door, a few minutes later I hear her approach the door and open it. "I know Peter would want you to have these." She hands me a box, and I it.

"It's his web shooters, I can't tak..."

"He'd want you to have them, as something to remember him by." She smiles at me again. "Now go on, I know you have a date tonight."

"Bye Aunt May." I waved.

"Bye (y/n), good luck." She winks at me as I walk out the door, closing it behind me.

I stare into the night sky and watch as snow flakes dance their way to the ground. My peace is interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I open the phone to see two missed calls, and a text from MJ, and a voice mail from an unknown number. Against my better judgment I listened to the voice mail.

The number may have been unknown, but the voice was all to familiar, as the sound of Nick Fury's grumpy tone echoed. "It's been two years since Parker died, you're a Shield agent, not a high school student anymore, it's time to start acting like it. Now meet me on the top floor of the Avenger tower tonight at midnight, and stop ignoring my calls."

I close out my voice mail and look at the text from MJ. "I guess you're still at Aunt May's, I'll see you tonight at Panucci's, I love you sweetie, be safe"

I text back. "I'm heading that way now, also remind me to buy a new phone after dinner tonight." I send the text and throw my phone on the ground, and stomp on it.

I slip the box from Aunt May into my bag, and start my journey to the Pizza place. My walk is rather uneventful, until I get about a block away from Panucci's.

"No! No! Get away from me." I hear a voice cry out from an alley as I walk by.
Not my business. I continue to walk. "Please no, I'm begging you, don't touch me there." I stop mid stride. You're not a hero (y/n). I try to tell myself, but after hearing the woman's screams my body moves on it's own, and runs down the alley.

"No get off of me." Tears filled the woman's eyes as a guy in a suit sticks his hand up her shirt.

"Your husband owed King Pin a lot of money, and with him dead that means his debt becomes your debt." Another guy in a suit, standing behind the first one said.

"I can't afford to pay that back." She cried

"We know." The second goon said. "That's why we're giving you an option, either we kill your son, or..."

"We get a little piece of that fine ass."

"How about option three, I kick both of your asses, and leave what's for the NYPD."

"And the hell are you?" The goon pulls his hand out of her shirt, and opens his jacket, flashing his gun.

"Wait, I think I know who this is, ain't this the guy that killed Spider-Man?"

"You know, I think your right."

"Oh no we better hurry and run away before he shots her." They both start laughing.

"Get the hell out of here, before we kill you." The goon flashed his gun again.

"Let the woman go, and I'll leave and pretend like I didn't see anything."

"Two years we might have taken you up on that offer." He pulled his gun out and pointed at me. "We ain't stupid, King pin keeps us well informed, we know you ain't seen any real combat since you killed spidey. Plus your not wearing your little wristband, so your not materializing any weapons."

"Two years ago, I wouldn't have made you a deal, I would've put a bullet between each of your eyes and let the rats of New York feast on your corspes." I crack my knuckles. "Besides I don't need weapons to be a couple of Wilson Fisks goons."

"I'm gonna love killing you." The goon without a gun rushes me, and I just barely side step him. What are you doing (y/n), you're not a hero! He doubles back around and swings a left hook at my head, but I duck out of the way. He tries to knee my face, but I block him, and counter with spinning back elbow to his jaw. He staggers back. I guess I still got it.

"Are you really gonna get shown up by some has been prick?"

The one I hit spits out a tooth and wipes blood away from his mouth. "Would you the fuck up."

"Why don't we just attack him at the same time?"

"No, I think I like you guys coming at me one at a time."

"Nope I think we're gonna try it this way." The goon with the gun tries to pistol whip me, but I dodge back, avoiding a punch from the second goon. The second goon tries to grab me, but he grabs my bag instead and I slip it off of my back. He threws my bag Against the wall, next to the woman, and tries to grab me again. This time he catches my arm, and pins it behind my back. He does the same with my other arm holding me in place. Damn it, he's stronger than me. I struggle, trying to break free from his grasp.

"Not so tough now are you?" The first goon hits me in the side of my head with his pistol. "Where's all that big talk now?" The sound of his fist connecting with my check bone make a cracking sound. "This is almost sad, you tried to play hero, and now look at you." He punches me again, this time my body goes limp, and my vision becomes blurry. "He done, leave him." The bigger goon drops me, and I land on my face. "Let's get back to what we started."

"No! Get off me!" The brown haired woman tried to fight the smaller of the two goons off, but he pulls her hair back, and slams her face first into the brick wall.

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" He rips her shirt off exposing her maron colored bra, and pulls her pants off, revealing matching colored panties. He forces her face back into the wall smearing her blood, over it.

"Please... please stop..." She cried.

I can't let them, do this. I drag my limb body over to my bag, and untie the box Aunt May gave me.

"I'm going to enjoy this." The goon pulls his pants down, and tries to take her underwear off her, but she fights back for a brief moment. Unfortunately the goon over powers her and forces her to the cold, wet, snow covered ground. He kneels on top of her using his body weight to hold her in place as he rips her bra off of her. "You stupid bitch, now I don't care if you enjoy this or not." He punches her in the back of the head, before getting off her back, and lifting her waist up into the air, positioning her so that she's on her knees. He tries to pull her panties off again, but this time, webbing hits him in his eyes. He stands up and yells as he tries to pull it off of his face.

"I got some for you too." I shoot webbing form the cartridge on my wrist, at the bigger of the two, trapping him to the wall.

"You bastard, I'm going to gut you." The smaller one finally tore the webbing from his face. He rushes at me, but just like the other goon I shoot him with webbing, trapping him against the wall. They both try to struggle and try to break free, but their struggle was in vein. The little one kept shouting so I shot webbing over his mouth.

I drag myself over to the sobbing woman, and wrap my jacket around her, before I notice the goons gun laying next to her. "I'm choosing option four, the NYPD can send you bodies to the morge." I shot both of the goons in their chests. I drop the pistol and slump back against the wall, and I slowly exhale as my vision goes black and slowly drift into unconsciousness.