❝ When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you. ❞
After being given the proportional agility, strength, and speed of a spider, Y/N L/N must learn to tackle his life as a hero and as...
It was the afternoon. You and Clementine decide to spend the day together. But first, Clementine has to go to the ESU campus to pick up some supplies. The two of you are driving to the campus before beginning the date.
You: What are these supplies for again?
Clementine was the one behind the wheel, while you were in the passengers' seat.
Clementine: I have this broadcasting class I'm going to take online for the next few weeks. The professor was willing to give me the books and stuff instead of buying them myself.
You: That's nice of him.
You lean back on the seat with your hands behind your head. Clementine glances at you.
Clementine: You must feel nice lounging like that. Why aren't you driving again?
You: You will never let me live it down, huh?
You can drive, but not legally. Even at nineteen, you haven't gotten your license. Since getting your powers at sixteen, you haven't gotten around to getting it. Thanks to your web swinging, you already had your method of transportation.
You: I'll get around to getting my license, alright?
Clementine chuckles.
Clementine: Spider-Man...New York City's hero...has yet to be a licensed driver. That's hilarious.
You: Please shut up.
The both of you snicker, and soon after pull into the campus parking lot.
You and Clementine walk through campus until you make it into the classroom she was looking for. You enter, and see somebody bent down behind the desk looking for something.
Clementine: Hello? We're looking for Mr. Vernon Toomes.
The man stands straight up, and looks at the both of you. He smiles.
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Vernon: This is he. You must be Miss Watson?
Clementine smiles and shakes his hand. You just look at him, and study his features.
The wrinkles on his face. His brown eyes. His silver colored eyebrows.
It's him.
It's the Vulture.
Vernon: And you are...?
You snap out of your thoughts as he begins to speak to you. Clementine and him must've noticed how you spaced out.
