This is a story based on the MCU run of Tom Holland as Peter Parker and Zendaya Coleman as Michelle Jones (MJ). Only key factors, such as the Civil War battle, Infinity War, Endgame, and Homecoming will be accurate from the movies. I haven't decided...
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Peter Parker's P.O.V
Note to self, add some kind of A/C to the suit. It's too god damn hot in New York right now, and even though I'm catching a breeze while I swing, it's just not enough. It's just pure hot air. I can't stand it. But anyway, I need something to do, something to distract me. "Or you could totally read that note that MJ gave you Peter." The voice in my head said.I need to stop talking to myself. That note is haunting me. Like why would she just, press it on my chest and run away like that. Is it, like, a death note? Or a ransom letter? Does she have Ned or something? Better yet, are MJ and Ned behind this whole thing? I have way too many questions and not enough answers. I SHOULD JUST READ THE DAMN THING!
I reached into my backpack, while letting my Spider-Sense guide me while I wasn't looking, and grabbed a small white piece of paper. It was crinkled, old, and folded. I took a deep breath and went to open it, and a gust of air hit me. The paper flew out of my hand. "Shit!" I exclaimed as I swung like a manic through the streets of Midtown chasing a small folded piece of notebook paper. I lost hope for a solid 36 seconds before I saw it land. In the middle of traffic. "Well, do I get it or do I not, self?" I murmured to myself. A little voice in my head replied, "You should totally get it." Alrighty, guess I'm getting it. I jumped off the lamp post I was on and landed in the middle of the street. During Rush Hour. People honked and screamed out their window at me, but honestly, I didn't care. All I cared about was getting this stupid piece of paper, and finding out what MJ had to say to me. That's it.
Third Person P.O.V
Peter, or better yet Spider-Man as that is how he is currently seen on the streets of New York, landed in the middle of traffic and picked up the smallest piece of paper you could possibly ever imagine. People in their mid-sized sedans and other sized vehicles honked and beeped and yelled at the wallcrawler. Peter opened the note, completely disregarding the waves of cars beeping at him, and just stood there. In silence. His mind was elsewhere. And that's when it hit him. Literally. An 18 wheeler truck slammed into Spidey at full force, and his Spider-Sense didn't alert him to it. He stuck to the front of the truck, gripping on to the note with full force, as he placed it against his heart. Life finally started coming up for Peter, other than the fact that he just got hit by a truck. He felt no pain in that instant, no negative sensation, only positive, as the note gave him insight on the mystery of that girl Michelle. He continued to stay attached to the truck for a few more blocks, then eventually he swang off into the late afternoon sun of NYC.
Pedestrians could hear a "WHOOOOHOOOOOO!" that Peter exclaimed from several blocks away. He ran up walls, flipped over buildings, did tricks through and under water-towers, and eventually perched himself onto another lamp post near Times Square. "Alright, tonight is looking somewhat dry not much is going o-" Peter was cut off by a major explosion under one of the giant screens in the center of Times Square.
The Chase Bank was being broken into, by, what it looked like, some generic thugs. Spider-Man zipped from post to post until he reached the entrance of the breached bank. It was after hours, and obviously, no one would be inside, so he knew there wouldn't be any internal hostages or casualties. He heard cracking and rubble falling, so he tapped the side of his mask, "Scan for any structural damage, or.... stuff that might make the rest of the buildings above fall!" The suit display showed a 14% chance for any possible structural failure, which was good enough for Spidey to make his way through the bank.
