Don't Let the Spiders Bite (MaleSpidermanReaderXMarvel)

Chapter 1: Spider Bite

  (Note, this is a world of characters not owned by me, but twisted by me. Welcome to your own Earth in the marvel universe. Earth 6880, pretty sure that number isn't taken XD)

  Okay, let's do this thing one more time. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and for the past week, I have been the one and only Spider-Man.

  You already know the story, but let's start mine a bit differently. Let's go back to where it all began for a moment.

*1 week ago. . .*

  Morning in the big apple of America, New York City. A field trip to a science exhibit was taking place, here at Professor Conner's facility is where some ground breaking feats in scientific research were taking place. You step off of the bus as you feel someone leaning their weight on you.

Gwen: This should be fun. You think they got any aliens inside?

Y/N: You tell me, you're the one who interns here with Doctor what's his face.

Gwen: Dr. Conners. This is one of the lab facilities he mans when he's away from Oscorp.

Y/N: Well damn why don't you give me a personal tour Ms. Stacy. It'd be better f

Teacher: Okay everyone, off the bus and be sure to stay close and be on your best behavior. There's going to be some important names in the science community here. Stacy, (L/N), stay out of trouble.

  You feel someone roughly bump into your shoulder.

Flash: Yeah, you freak.

Y/N: How original meat head. You come up with that yourself? I'm surprised you can even string more than a few words together.

Teacher: Break it up you two. Any disturbances your failing my class.

  You roll your eyes and sigh as Gwen pushes you inside. The class enters as it was actually pretty impressive to see what was inside. It was actually pretty good looking on the inside, some stuff even interested you. 

Gwen: Yo Wednesday Addams, you enjoying the view so far.

Y/N: Stop calling me that. As much as I love that show, I am nothing like her. 

Gwen: . . . Really?

Y/N: Okay only a bit realistic. Anyway why don't you go look around. I was just on my way to find a nice place to hide to quell the dark pit in my soul. . . That was a joke by the way. I just wanna leave this place

Gwen: Lame, don't be a downer, come on. We're falling behind.

  You groan as Gwen lightly pushes to get you moving, but her sudden force sends you forward, accidentally bump into one of the scientists there that neither of you noticed.

Y/N: O-Oh! Sorry about that, I didn't mean-

???: It's fine. There's no need to apologize. You're apart of the class coming for the field trip correct.

  You take not of the scientist. He seemed familiar, like you had seen him before. He was someone important. He had ling dark hair, he looked rather frail and tired and had to walk with crutches. You were thankful Gwen didn't push you any harder.

Y/N: Wait, you're Michael Morbius the Nobel Prize winner right?

Michael: I am. Nice to meet a couple of young aspiring minds. Ms. Stacy, Conners has told me some tid bits about you. Says you're one of the brightest interns he has. Despite your. . . darker outfit right now.

  You shake hands with Michael as you can't help but smile. As cool as you try to act, you were a nerd for the science community.

Y/N: If you don't mind me asking. Why is a Nobel Prize winner like yourself doing here?