White Spider, My Spider | Male Spider-Man Reader X Spider-Gwen

Chapter 1. Hotspot

I woke up to the sound of construction workers working across the street, ever since the city allowed Wilson Fisk to build a new facility where my childhood park was it's been nothing but sleepless nights till I'd collapse from having literally no shut eye.

I opened my window to see that the construction workers weren't even real people, nothing but Fisk Drones and building materials, sure it was good that there was less casualties on the city but that doesn't change the fact that he threw away many high paying jobs so he could spare a few more dollars towards his company.

After heavily judging the mob boss CEO, I closed the window and looked back at my messy apartment, god why did I move out of home.

The floor was littered with dirty clothes and junk from the past couple of days, every day I've been pulled into work due to the school holidays, day in and day out I've had to deliver pizza all across NYC.

And unlucky for me, I have my 24th shift this month today.

I got dressed in my uniform which I barely had time to wash before locking up the apartment and heading down to the garage area.

I approached my scooter and noticed a note was tapped onto the dashboard of it.

"RENT IS DUE DUDE, IT'S EITHER YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE - Mr. Thompson"

Why does he continue to call himself Mr. Thompson, hell he only turned 19 last month and he continues to bully me... The only reason he's in school still is because he has the brain the size of a grain of sand.

I trashed the note and got onto my scooter and road off to my work.

The streets were packed, and more then usual for New York at this time of day.

Then the reason for the pile up came into view, or well over head as well.

I looked up to see the Fisk Drones directing a crane over the road, the supplies it was holding spilling out onto the cars ahead of me. So far it was just some thin wood, barely enough to break the windows of vehicles.

But then the situation went from minor to major as the droids started falling to the street too, each seeming feral in some way.

One approached me swiftly, using all four of it's limbs to climb objects in its path.

It leaped.

Then was slammed by an Oscorp delivery truck, spraying the Fisk Drone's mechanical fluid across my uniform.

"Y/n! You okay?" Harry Osborn asked, opening the side door for me to get in.

Harry, we've been friends since... forever. One of my other... friends... introduced me to him, and since then we would hang out in our free time, that's when we actually have free time.

"You are a sight for sore eyes Harry! You know what's happening?" I asked Harry as I got into the passenger's seat.

"Well I got an Oscorp AI examining it, supposedly the drones got corrupted by some Stark Tech coding" Harry explained, swerving every free corner he could find in the chaos of robots.

"Stark as in the flying tin can Stark?" I added onto my questions.

"Who else has Billions of dollars and the world's best tech" He sarcastically replied.

"Well let's say them aloud, Wilson Fisk, Reed Richards, Your father and Victor Von Doom although he isn't even in America" I count off as we entered a part of the city owned by Oscorp, which was well protected from the drones.

Me and Harry got out of the truck after parking it into the main Oscorp facility, which was oddly empty.

"My dad wanted everyone out and safe, the only people here are the ones needed to fight the Stark codes" Harry explained after seeing my odd expression.