Following Norman Osborn's death, (Y/N) (L/N) has left Beacon Academy to keep his friends safe from him. He now has a difficult time trying to balance a life as a regular civilian and the life of a superhero. He meets a criminal called the Black Cat...
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She looks at me every day. Ruby Rose. Oh boy. If only she knew how I felt about her. But she can never know. I made a choice once to live a life of responsibility. A life she can never be a part of. Who am I? I'm Spider-Man, given a job to do. And I'm (Y/N) (L/N). And I too have a job.
(Y/N)'s POV
"(L/N)! (L/N)!!!"
I looked up from the photo of Ruby on my scroll, and saw that I was driving straight to my boss, Mr. Aziz.
"Nonono stop! STOP!" he yelled.
I quickly skidded to a stop directly in front of him.
"(L/N), you're late, man!" he said. "Always late!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Aziz," I apologized, "there was a... disturbance."
I pushed my Spider-Man mask deeper into my pocket.
"'Disturbance'!" he said. "Another 'disturbance'! Always a 'disturbance' with you! Come on!"
We walked into the pizza resturaunt. I'd gotten this extra job after leaving Beacon, since the Bugle didn't pay too well.
"21 minutes ago, in comes order," Aziz explained, "Harmattan, Burton & Smith. Eight, extra large, deep dish pizzas. In 8 minutes, I am defaulting on Joe's 29-minute guarantee. Then, not only will I be receiving no money for these pizzas, but I will lose the customer forever to Pizza Yurt."
He placed the pizzas in front of me.
"Look, you're my only hope, all right?" he said. "You have to make it in time. (Y/N), you're a nice guy. But you're just not dependable. This is your last chance. You are to go 32 blocks in 7 and 1 half minutes or your ass is fired."
I stood there for a moment, taking in what he just said.
'Can I even make it in time? Shit!'
"GO!" he yelled.
Timeskip
I drove on my pizza delivery motorcycle, trying to get to the location as fast as the wheels could take me.
'I should probably swing there,' I thought. 'Nah, Spider-Man swinging around while carrying pizza boxes is a humiliating thought.'
Suddenly, I realized I was running a red light, and a bus passed in front of me.
'Shit!'
I turned the bike, avoiding the bus. I noticed a clock.
Only a few minutes left.
'Ah, screw it.'
I got off the motorcycle, picked up the pizza boxes, and ran to a nearby alleyway, quickly undressing into my Spider-Man costume.
