Beyond the Spiderverse (Gwenpool x Male Reader)

Chapter 1 - Beginning

Art belongs to LimetownStudio

Gwen Poole's POV

Marvel, the pinnacle of law and Justice, in a comic and movie format.

Being hailed as the most magnificent superhero universe with critically acclaimed comics and highest grossed movies, you really can't deny their influence in the comic and film industry.

I consider myself a connoisseur, but my family, on the other hand, keeps calling it an 'unhealthy obsession,' especially for the wall climbing webhead, spiderman.

I already have all three posters of the actors starting from the cute and lovable nerd Tobey Maguire onto the confident and handsome, Andrew Garfield and the latest young and too adorable (y/n).

As for me, my name is Gwendolyne Maxine Poole, and right now, preparing for the screening of Spiderman Homecoming, you know how long it was to wait for another Spiderman movie?! Five years! And currently they're finally screening it alongside the cast, and I can have my chance with an autograph with (y/n).

Getting a chance to win one of the tickets is easy but winning one of it is another story, so as any fan does, they clog up the contest with fake accounts and info to increase their chances, now it's all comes down to the waiting game.

And lucky me, as I do happen to be 3 of the winners.

Grabbing my bag and heading out of my room, I could see my younger brother, Ted Poole, who's on his phone as always paying no mind at me, good. Don't want another mention or lecture of my so-called 'unhealthy obsession,' it was and is still very irritating. Every time they mention or try to lecture me about it "Gwen, how about you stop with these childish superheroes and be a normal person? It's creepy enough your room is looking like a church for this character.", It's not an obsession; it's a hobby, Ted!

Clearing my head as I went outside to and walk to my destination where the magic is going to be made.

Some Large Theater, 2 hours [Probably]

[Y/N]'s POV

The theatre entrance is flooded with paparazzi and their ever-blinding flash on their cameras. Stepping out of the limo with a smile plastered my face for the camera with the occasional wave and posing with the other actors. On my way inside the theatre, I saw a peculiar girl; she had a short blond lock with pink fade.

The girl was staring at Jacob and Zendaya until she glanced at me, and her face lightened up and started after a brief pause, then making her way towards me, oblivious to the group of people between us.

"Excuse us (Y/N)! Smile for the camera!" A couple of paparazzi grinned as they took a picture of me unprepared, and a slight bump from behind me which seemed to excite them even further until they're chuckling to themselves and left.

"oomph, sorry!" a meek, timid voice apologised behind me. Great, I'll never hear the end of this little incident later, might as well enjoy this event before it blows up my face. Snapping back to reality and realise that she is right still behind me.

Turning to the voice, she was a foot shorter than me. She was trembling for the probable fear that I'll kick her out. She was staring at me, waiting for a response.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

[After 2 hours and 50 mins] {Still (Y/N)'s Pov}

While introducing ourselves, Well, mostly her since my name plastered on Peter Parker or Spiderman, her name is both extraordinary and cute. But it's just a coincidence, or she's not using her real name. She was a massive fangirl to Marvel, especially to Spiderman, except for sins past and remembered... It just sucked and just ruined the main character's love interest.

She had immense knowledge in comic book lore, more than me, and I'm a huge Spiderman fan. It was such a dream come true when the Marvel website came public that the top suits pick me to be the role of the nerdy Peter Parker, a lot of clearing my mind and ice cream and calling my family for confirmation and the acceptance and giggling.

Gwendolyne Poole was interesting, same hobbies, of course, and the fact right now were bound together upside down cliché style about to be a drop in a large pool of totally some chemical that is 'not acid' — slowly lowered by one of the goons of Felicia Hardy or most remembered name, Black Cat.

And also, Gwen was now wearing some knock-off pink leotard to Deadpool's outfit and is still unconscious.

Right now, I'm surprised that I haven't panicked or gone insane just like an average person, but still, just a bit shook.

Looking around, I can see Gwen's Katanas and guns and any terminal devices she made, and some of them are not sure if it would even work, nor is it even practical.

"Gwen... Gwen." I tried to wake her up to no avail; she's out cold with no movement coming from her except the few occasional snores and mumblings.

Don't worry, Gwen's got a plan. She got to have one considering she just charged into the warehouse. Any idea is available on the table no matter how stupid or convoluted it might be as long as we're not tied, and guns pointed at us. 

[To be le continued...]