The Spider's Web

Part 4

It was an early Friday morning, the birds chirped, the sun was barely up, and (Y/N) was currently testing his brand new gadget. The devices were secured to each wrist with canvas bands, a small node sat in the middle of his palm connected to the firing mechanism. He pressed down on the nodule with his right ring finger and middle finger, and a thin line shot out of a CO2 cartridge that knocked over empty soda cans that were stacked. He fired another from his left web shooter, and it nailed an old photograph of him as a little boy, making the glass crack. He fired another and pulled a half-empty can of soda towards him and caught it. He fired a final web-line and caught his lamp dead center. He yanked it towards him, but instead of trying to catch it, he instinctively dodges it and it smashes against the wall. "Oops." Seconds later, knocking came from his door. (Y/N) quickly got up and went to the door, opening it just enough so whoever it is can't see inside of his room.

And that someone turned out to be his mother, "(Y/N)? What's-- what's going on?" She leaned closer to try and get a peak but (Y/N) closed the door just a bit more. "I'm exercising. I'm not dressed mom." Moira moved back and slowly nodded. "Well, you've been acting a bit strangely, lately." (Y/N) nodded and gave strained smile before closing the door and looked at the breadth of his achievement. In other words, webbing was everywhere! strands were connected to the wall, the ceiling, his bed sheets, and everywhere else for that matter. "This gonna take a while to clean up."

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The school morning was uneventful like yesterday, and when lunch rolled in, (Y/N) was raring to go out and about. He sat against a locker and was hastily eating though a cheese-and-salami sandwich when Mary Jane tapped him on his shoulder. (Y/N) glanced up and tried to say 'hello,' but what came out was a garbled mishmash of letters. (Y/N) raised a hand to his mouth for a moment then swallowed. "Hey." He said. "Hey yourself, loner." She sat down next to him, "What are you doing here? You usually hang around the cafeteria on your lonesome, or with Peter." (Y/N) shrugged, "Just wanted a change in scenery." He said. "Right. Anyway, you," She tapped him on the nose, "Owe me something." (Y/N) furrowed his brow at this. "Owe you something?" He said confused. "Yep... you owe me a..." (Y/N) noticed the faintest hint of hesitation before she blurted out, "A study date." (Y/N)'s mind went blank when she said 'date.' He quickly shook his head and hastily gathered his thoughts, "Right.. study.. date. For what?" He asked. "Well, it was supposed to be for our mathematics test today," (Y/N) slightly flinched when she said the test was today. He didn't study a lick of what's coming up for it.

"But, seeing as Peter has something he needs to do Monday night, I was wondering if we could, you know... study for our.. geography.. test..." She trailed off. "You wanna study?" (Y/N) said. "... Please?" When she said that, there was an almost... pleading tone to it. At least that's what (Y/N) was picking up. "Yeah. Sure... but, let's do it Sunday." Mary Jane smiled at this, "Sweet. See you than." She hopped back up and walked away, giving a small wave farewell. When she turned the corner, she stopped. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. "Seriously? You can't say you wanna go out with him? really? The most simple words in the English dictionary strung together, and I can't say them." She sighed as the school bell rung out. And it was back to the daily school-grind.

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(Y/N) slowly walked out of the school, a haggard look etched his face. "So, that test was the literal equivalent of hell." He grunted. It wasn't the fact that he didn't study; he would've gotten an A- at the very least. What really made it was his conversation with Mary Jane. That little bit of hesitation shouldn't mean anything, but that singular moment was screaming at him like a banshee. But he had to push those thoughts from his head. Right now, he was going to make his debut. He scanned over his shoulder and saw no one was looking at him when he slipped into a nearby alley. He jumped onto the wall and quickly got changed up. He put his mask and beanie on and looked at his web shooters. Before he went to school he checked, double checked, and triple checked them for any faults in the design. He then slowly placed the devices on his wrists, putting the sensor nodes underneath the gloves. He hesitantly glanced up the sheer wall he stuck to, his nerves were making him.. twitchy. It was one thing to to just put on a costume and leap around on rooftops. If he goes ahead with this.. that's it.