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Huh? Where… am I?”
The words slipped from my mouth as I stood in a dimly lit chamber, cloaked in silence. Ancient webs covered every surface—thick, intricate, and undisturbed by time. Spiders nested in the corners, still and watchful. The floor beneath me was lined with a narrow path of silk that seemed to glow faintly in the darkness.
Curiosity tugged at me. I followed the path, each footstep echoing in the silence. The spiders on either side turned as if observing me—not with hostility, but with something like recognition.
As I approached the end of the path, my breath caught.
Suspended in the center of a massive web was a figure unlike anything I’d ever seen. His lower half was arachnid—vast and powerful, with long legs that merged seamlessly into the web itself. His upper half was humanoid, cloaked and featureless beneath a porcelain-like mask. His presence was overwhelming. Ancient. Cosmic.
Yet despite the eerie calm, I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d seen this figure before.
“…He kind of looks like the Master Weaver,” I muttered.
“You would be correct in your thoughts.”
I froze. The figure spoke—not with a voice, but with a presence that resonated directly in my mind.
“I am the guardian of the Great Web of Life and Destiny. And you, young one, have been summoned here at my request.”
Confused, I took a step back. “But… why me? I’m just some average guy.”
My voice trembled. I wasn’t anyone special. Not a genius. Not a prodigy. Just someone trying to get through life, doing the right thing when I could.
“Ah, but that is precisely why I chose you.”
The weaver’s many eyes seemed to shimmer.
“I have watched you since your first years of high school. I saw the friendships you nurtured, the way you lifted others even when you yourself were brought down. Many saw you as a brother—not by blood, but by heart. I witnessed your pain, your quiet perseverance. You rose every time life knocked you down. Even when love eluded you, when friendships faded, you kept moving forward. That resilience… that selflessness… that is what true strength looks like.”
I didn’t know what to say. My chest felt heavy with disbelief and something else—emotion I wasn’t ready to face.
“The world of Remnant is dying, young one. A world filled with darkness, distrust, and despair. The Brother Gods came to me—yes, the very ones from that animated show you loved. RWBY, was it not?”
My eyes widened. “Wait, RWBY? Seriously?”
I ran a hand through my hair. “I mean, I used to watch it—got as far as the Fall of Beacon. After that, I kinda… fell off. But what could I even do? I’m not some chosen one. I’m not a genius. I’m just a guy who tries to help when he can.”
“And that is precisely why you will succeed. You have studied and admired the ideals of a certain hero your whole life, haven’t you? The one who always tried to do what was right, no matter the cost.”
Then I saw it—a spider, red and blue, elegant and otherworldly, descending from the web toward me. It landed gently on my arm.
“You have the heart of a Spider-Man. And now, you shall become one.”
Before I could react, the spider sank its fangs into my arm.
“Agh!” I swatted it away instinctively, clutching my arm as warmth surged through me. I felt it—a change. A pull. Something fundamental shifting inside.
“It has chosen you. Your soul made its choice the moment you admired that symbol, the moment you yearned to be someone who could help others without expecting anything in return.”
He extended a clawed hand, opening a portal—a swirling gate of glowing threads that hummed with energy.
“I will send you to Remnant—one year before the canonical events you remember begin. You will have time to train, to learn, to grow. Your mind has been enhanced to match the hero you admired—keen intellect, rapid learning, and sharp instincts. Do not waste this opportunity, Andrew.”
I took a deep breath, steadying myself.
“…Thank you. I won’t let you down.”
With a nod, I stepped through the portal
Chapter 2: Chap2
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The first thing I noticed was the light breeze and distant sounds of a bustling city. I stumbled slightly, catching my balance—and froze.
My hands looked… younger. Smaller. I glanced down at myself.
“Okay… gonna freak out about that later.”
I appeared to be fifteen, maybe sixteen at most. My body felt different—lighter, more energetic, yet somehow more at the same time.
I stood at the edge of a street in Vale, the city bustling in the distance. At my feet sat a box with a note resting on top:
“You’re all set. ID is taken care of. Apartment’s paid for. Good luck, kid.”–MW
Inside was a key and a small map marked with a location. I followed it through the streets, taking in the sights—people of all kinds, Faunus with their animal traits walking alongside humans, shops with Dust crystals glowing in windows, and in the distance, the towering silhouette of Beacon Academy on the cliffs.
This was real. This was actually happening.
The apartment was modest but cozy. Clean. Mine. A one-bedroom with a small kitchen, a living space, and a window overlooking the city.
And waiting for me on the bed was a briefcase.
My heart pounded as I approached it. I clicked it open—and my breath caught.
A suit. Red and blue, sleek and unmistakable, with a large spider emblem stretched across the chest. The design was exactly like the one from The Amazing Spider-Man 2. Underneath lay a pair of web-shooters, fully functional, gleaming with built-in refill mechanisms.
A note was tucked inside:
“All you have to do is maintain and repair them when needed. The rest is up to you.”
I picked up the mask, running my fingers over the large white lenses.
Laying back on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, suit clutched to my chest.
A new world. A new life. A new chance to be something more.
“…Let’s do this.”
Chapter 3: First steps
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One Week Later – Streets of Vale, Afternoon]
I’d spent the first few days getting used to my new body. The powers kicked in fast—wall-crawling, enhanced strength, reflexes that made everything feel like slow motion, and the spider-sense.
Oh, the spider-sense.
It was weird. A constant background hum of awareness that flared into alarm whenever danger approached. It took some getting used to, but after a week of practice on rooftops and alleyways, I was starting to trust it.
Today was my first real patrol.
I perched on a rooftop overlooking the main shopping district, suit snug against my skin, mask secure. The web-shooters felt natural on my wrists now.
“Alright, Andrew,” I muttered to myself. “Time to see if you can actually do this.”
My spider-sense tingled—not danger, just… awareness. Movement below.
I looked down to see a man snatching a woman’s purse and bolting down an alley.
“Seriously? First day and we’re starting with a purse snatcher?” I grinned beneath the mask. “Classic.”
Thwip!
I fired a webline and swung down, the wind rushing past as I descended. I landed in front of the thief, who skidded to a halt, eyes wide.
“Hey there! Stealing’s not cool, buddy.”
The man pulled a knife. My spider-sense barely registered it as a threat.
He lunged. I sidestepped casually, webbed the knife out of his hand, then webbed his feet to the ground.
“And that’s why you don’t bring a knife to a spider fight.”
I webbed the purse and swung it back to the woman, who stood at the alley entrance, mouth open in shock.
“Have a great day, ma’am!”
Before she could respond, I fired another webline and launched myself into the air, laughing as the city blurred beneath me.
This was going to be fun.
Chapter 4: spider -man
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The bustling streets of Vale were suddenly disrupted by screeching tires. A stolen car came barreling down the main road, weaving dangerously through traffic, forcing vehicles to swerve and pedestrians to scatter.
Then—thwip!
A red-and-blue blur swung past streetlights and over rooftops, zeroing in on the rogue vehicle.
Spider-Man (internal):Alright, Spidey. Car chase in broad daylight. Time to make a good impression on the locals.
I shot a webline forward, latching onto the rear bumper as I flipped mid-air and landed gracefully on the car’s roof with a solid thunk.
I leaned down and tapped twice on the roof.
“Knock knock!”
Inside, the getaway driver snapped his head up to see a masked figure with large white lenses staring down at him through the windshield.
Getaway Driver (panicked): “Who the hell is this freak?!”
The man reached for a gun on the passenger seat—but I was faster.
Thwip!
The gun was ripped from his hand by a webline before he could even aim it.
“Didn’t your mama ever teach you it’s rude to point guns at people?”
I fired another webline through the open driver’s window, grabbed the driver by his collar, and yanked him straight out of the moving vehicle. He yelped as I caught him mid-air and stuck him to a nearby lamppost like a fly on flypaper.
“Hope you enjoy your sticky situation!”
The car was still rolling—fast—and heading straight for a busy intersection.
Spider-Man (internal):Okay, Andrew. Time to test that super-strength.
I landed in front of the speeding car, planted my feet, and webbed the front bumper with both hands. The webbing went taut.
I dug my heels into the pavement and pulled.
The asphalt cracked beneath my feet. My muscles strained. The tires screeched in protest—until the car jerked to a sudden, grinding halt just inches from the crosswalk.
I dusted off my hands and glanced at the stunned pedestrians staring at me.
“And that, kids, is why you wear your seatbelt.”
Before anyone could say anything, I fired a webline and launched myself into the air, swinging off between the buildings.
[Two Hours Later – Downtown Vale]
A column of black smoke billowed into the sky, visible from blocks away. Fire trucks surrounded the scene, sirens wailing. Flames roared from a third-story apartment window, and firemen were doing their best to contain the blaze.
I landed on a nearby rooftop, my spider-sense tingling faintly—not danger to me, but to someone else.
A woman’s voice screamed below.
Mother (sobbing): “My baby! My baby’s still inside!”
Firemen tried to calm her, but the flames were too intense. They couldn’t get inside without risking their lives.
I didn’t hesitate.
Thwip!
I swung down, landing beside the fire chief, who jumped at my sudden appearance.
“I’ll get them out.”
Before he could protest, I fired a webline at the building and launched myself through a shattered window, directly into the smoke and fire.
The heat hit me immediately. My suit provided some protection, but the smoke was thick, choking. I pulled my mask tighter and moved fast, crawling along the walls to avoid the flames below.
Spider-Man (internal):Come on, spider-sense. Where are they?
A faint tingle led me to a back bedroom. The door was jammed. I ripped it off its hinges and found a small bundle wrapped in blankets on the floor, crying weakly.
“Gotcha.”
I scooped the baby into my arms, cradling them close to my chest, and turned back—only to see the hallway collapsing behind me.
Spider-Man (internal):Great. No exit. Time for plan B.
I fired webbing at the ceiling, creating a makeshift cocoon around the baby for extra protection, then crashed through the window, glass shattering around us as I swung clear of the building.
I landed gently on the street, the baby still crying but safe in my arms.
The mother rushed forward, tears streaming down her face. I carefully handed the child to her.
“Here you go. They’re safe.”
Mother (sobbing): “Thank you—thank you so much—”
But I was already moving. I fired another webline and disappeared into the smoke before she could finish.
[Rooftop Nearby – Minutes Later]
I landed hard on the rooftop, yanking off my mask as a violent coughing fit seized me. My lungs burned, eyes watering from the smoke.
Spider-Man (internal):Note to self: build a rebreather into the next suit. Remnant fires suck just as much as Earth fires.
I leaned back against a ledge, staring up at the sky as I caught my breath. The adrenaline was fading, leaving exhaustion in its wake.
But everyone was safe.
Spider-Man (internal):Y’know… this place isn’t so bad. I’ve been here almost a month now, and while it’s not New York, it’s starting to feel like home. Grimm attacks have been low near Vale, and I’ve kept busy—petty theft, rescues, stopping thugs. Just… doing my Spider-Man thing.
I pulled my mask back on and stood, stretching my sore muscles.
Thwip!
I launched off the roof, catching the air with both hands. The wind howled past as I soared above the streets, flipping and twisting between buildings.
“WOOOOOOOOO!!!”
I fired double weblines, slingshotting myself forward, then ran along a wall mid-swing before launching into another flip.
Yeah… this never gets old.
[Alleyway – Later That Night]
I was swinging through the warehouse district when my spider-sense pulsed—not sharp, but insistent.
Trouble.
I landed silently on a fire escape and peered down into the alley below.
A young Faunus girl—rabbit ears twitching nervously—was backed against a wall by two men with stun batons. She looked like a student, probably from Beacon based on her age.
Thug 1 (sneering): “You Faunus freaks think you belong here?!”
Thug 2: “You’ll learn your place real quick—”
Thwip! Thwip!
Their weapons were ripped out of their hands by webbing, clattering to the ground uselessly.
A shadow dropped behind them.
“Y’know, it’s not very smart picking a fight with a Beacon student.”
The thugs whirled around, eyes widening in recognition and fear.
Thugs (terrified): “It’s him! It’s the Spider!”
I tilted my head. “Yup. And guess what—this outfit doesn’t come with a mute button.”
They tried to run. Bad idea.
A precise web-yank sent one crashing into a dumpster. A spinning kick dropped the other. Within seconds, both were unconscious and webbed to the nearest trash can.
I turned to the girl, who sat curled up against the wall, arms wrapped around her knees, trembling.
I knelt in front of her, keeping my distance, making myself smaller and less threatening.
“Hey… you’re safe now. They can’t hurt you.”
She didn’t look up.
I softened my voice. “Focus on my voice, okay? Can you tell me what you hear? What you smell?”
She sniffled, still shaken, but slowly nodded.
Velvet (quietly): “I can smell… smoke. Cigarettes. I hear your voice… and cars driving by…”
“That’s good. Keep going. You’re doing great.”
She slowly looked up, finally meeting my masked gaze. Her brown eyes were wide, tear-streaked, but the panic was fading.
Velvet: “My name’s Velvet. What’s… what’s yours?”
I smiled beneath the mask.
“Just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”
I stood, fired a webline, and swung away into the night sky, leaving her safe in the alley.
[Beacon Academy – Ozpin’s Office, Same Night]
Professor Glynda Goodwitch stood before Ozpin’s desk, arms crossed, her scroll displaying several news articles.
Glynda: “I feel it’s best to ask—what are we going to do about this masked vigilante running around Vale?”
Ozpin sipped his coffee calmly, watching the city lights from his window.
Ozpin: “From what we’ve observed, morale in the city has improved significantly. Grimm activity near the borders is down. And he even rescued one of our students tonight.”
He turned, eyes thoughtful behind his glasses.
Ozpin: “For now, we leave him be. Observe. He may become… an ally. Especially in the coming conflict.”
Glynda (cautiously): “Very well. But General Ironwood is less than comfortable with him. If we intend to reach out to this ‘Spider-Man,’ the General may become a complication.”
She turned her scroll toward him, revealing a headline:
“Masked Menace or Hero? Vale’s New Vigilante Divides Public” – VNNJacques Schnee criticizes Spider-Man’s “chaotic methods” while General Ironwood has yet to comment.
Ozpin chuckled softly.
Ozpin: “He’s making quite the impact already.”
He set down his mug, gaze distant.
Ozpin (quietly): “Let us hope he continues to do so.”
Chapter 5: The charity gala
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The grand ballroom of Vale’s most prestigious venue glittered with opulence. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light across marble floors. An orchestra played softly in the background as Vale’s elite mingled—business moguls, council members, and Huntsmen alike, all dressed in their finest.
Near the center of it all stood Weiss Schnee, poised and elegant in a white gown, maintaining her practiced composure despite clearly wanting to be anywhere else. Her father, Jacques Schnee, stood nearby, schmoozing with potential business partners.
I perched on a nearby rooftop across the street, watching through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Spider-Man (internal):Fancy party. Rich people doing rich people things. Just a routine patrol. Nothing’s going to—
My spider-sense exploded.
“Oh no—”
The windows shattered inward in a cascade of glass. White Fang operatives poured through—masked, heavily armed, and moving with military precision.
Thwip!
I crashed through the skylight, webbing two operatives mid-air before they could open fire on the screaming guests below.
“Sorry to crash the party, but you guys forgot your invitations!”
Chaos erupted instantly. Guests screamed and scattered in every direction. Security moved in, but the White Fang were ready—Dust rounds, coordinated fire, overwhelming force.
I swung through the ballroom, webbing weapons out of hands, disarming operatives with quick strikes. My spider-sense guided every movement—dodge left, duck right, web that gun, kick that guy.
Then I saw her—Weiss, being dragged toward a side exit by three White Fang members.
“Yeah, kidnapping’s a hard no from me!”
I fired a webline and swung forward—
—and my spider-sense suddenly pulsed differently. Sharper. More dangerous. More lethal.
A red blade sliced through my webline mid-swing.
I flipped, landing in a crouch as a figure stepped forward through the smoke and chaos.
Adam Taurus.
The horned mask. The crimson hair. Wilt and Blush sheathed at his side, one hand resting casually on the hilt. His presence was different from the others—controlled, dangerous, predatory.
Adam (cold): “The vigilante. I’ve heard about you.”
I stood slowly, every muscle tensed. “And I’ve heard about you. Bull guy, right? Anger issues? Moonlight sword enthusiast?”
Adam’s hand tightened on his weapon.
Adam: “Step aside, spider. This doesn’t concern you.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. Girl getting kidnapped? That very much concerns me.”
Adam drew Wilt in one fluid, deadly motion.
The blade gleamed red in the chandelier light.
“Last warning.”
I cracked my knuckles. “Yeah, I’m not great with warnings.”
[The Fight]
Adam moved like lightning—a diagonal slash that would’ve cleaved me in half.
But my spider-sense fired a split-second early.
I twisted, the blade passing inches from my ribs. The wind from the strike alone was terrifying.
I fired a web at Adam’s feet—
—he cut through it effortlessly, closing the distance instantly.
Spider-Man (internal):Okay. Fast. Skilled. And that sword cuts through webbing like butter. Great.
Another slash—horizontal this time. I backflipped over it, firing twin weblines at his sword arm.
Adam spun, cutting through both lines before they could tighten, and transitioned into an upward slash.
My spider-sense screamed.
I pushed off the ground, flipping over the attack, and landed behind him. I went for a kick to his spine—
—Adam spun, blade flashing. I jerked back, the edge grazing my suit and leaving a thin cut across my chest.
Spider-Man (internal):Too close. Way too close.
Adam’s semblance was building—I could feel it through my spider-sense. Every strike he made, every attack he blocked or deflected, was charging him up like a battery.
Spider-Man: “You know, most people at least try to talk it out first!”
Adam: “I’m done talking.”
He launched forward with terrifying speed. A flurry of slashes—vertical, horizontal, diagonal—each one precise and lethal.
My spider-sense was the only thing keeping me alive. I dodged by fractions of inches, my enhanced reflexes pushed to their absolute limit.
Left—slash.Right—slash.Duck—slash.
I webbed a serving tray and flung it at his face. He cut it in half without breaking stride.
I webbed a chandelier and yanked it down. He sliced through the chain and kicked the falling debris at me.
Spider-Man (internal):He’s not just skilled—he’s reading me. Adapting. Getting faster.
I fired webbing at the ceiling and launched myself up, gaining distance.
Adam didn’t hesitate. He leapt after me, impossibly high, blade raised.
CLANG!
I twisted mid-air, narrowly avoiding decapitation. His blade sparked against the metal support beam where my head had been a second ago.
I fired rapid webshots—walls, ceiling, pillars—creating a chaotic web barrier between us.
Adam carved through it with a single, sweeping energy slash that obliterated half the ballroom’s decorations.
Spider-Man: “Okay, that’s new and terrifying!”
The red energy wave forced me to web-zip to the side. It carved through a marble pillar like tissue paper.
Spider-Man (internal):He’s storing energy with his semblance. Every hit he takes, every strike he makes—it’s all building up. I can’t let him land a full-power hit, or I’m done.
I shifted tactics—pure evasion. No counterattacks. Just dodging, flipping, staying just out of range.
It was working. Adam’s attacks grew more aggressive. More frustrated. More wild.
“Stop running!” Adam snarled.
“I prefer the term ‘tactical repositioning!’”
He unleashed another massive energy slash—a horizontal wave of crimson destruction.
My spider-sense guided me. I webbed two pillars simultaneously and slingshot myself through the gap in the attack, firing webbing directly at his mask.
It stuck.
Adam ripped it off with a snarl—and in that split-second of distraction, I delivered a full-force kick to his chest.
He crashed through a banquet table, scattering plates and silverware.
I landed in a crouch, breathing hard, every muscle burning.
Adam rose slowly, breathing harder now, his red hair disheveled. For the first time, he looked angry.
Adam (seething): “This isn’t over.”
A smoke canister hit the ground—hiss—filling the area with thick, gray smoke.
When it cleared, Adam was gone.
My spider-sense finally calmed.
[Aftermath]
I staggered, chest heaving, adrenaline still flooding my system. My suit was cut in several places, and I could feel bruises forming under the fabric.
I found Weiss webbed safely in a corner behind an overturned table—conscious, unharmed, but shaken.
I knelt beside her. “You okay?”
Weiss (defiant despite everything): “I’m fine. Who—”
“Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Pleased to meet you, ice queen.”
Sirens wailed outside. Red and blue lights flashed through the shattered windows.
I carefully cut Weiss free with a small web-blade and helped her to her feet as police officers rushed into the building, weapons drawn, shouting orders.
They quickly moved to arrest the remaining White Fang operatives—those I’d webbed to walls, floors, and each other.
I guided Weiss toward the entrance, where officers were setting up a perimeter.
“She’s safe,” I told the approaching officers. “Little shaken, but unharmed.”
Officer: “Thank you, we’ll take it from—”
My spider-sense exploded like a bomb going off in my skull.
Spider-Man: “EVERYONE OUT! NOW!”
BOOM.
The building shuddered violently. Explosions ripped through the support columns in sequence—BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—White Fang failsafes detonating throughout the structure.
The ceiling cracked. The walls groaned.
The entire building began to collapse.
Officers scattered. Criminals dove for cover. Weiss stumbled toward the exit.
And I looked up at tons of marble, steel, reinforced concrete, and glass beginning to fall.
Spider-Man (internal):Oh, come on!
I didn’t think. I just moved.
I fired weblines—dozens of them—at every structural point I could see. Support beams. Cracked pillars. The ceiling itself. Load-bearing walls.
Then I pulled.
Spider-Man (straining): “RRRAAAAAGH!”
Every muscle in my body screamed in protest. The webbing stretched, individual fibers straining under impossible weight. My feet dug trenches into the marble floor.
But it held.
The building groaned, creaked, shuddered—but didn’t collapse.
Spider-Man (through gritted teeth): “MOVE! GET OUT!”
Officers dragged criminals toward the exits. Others helped injured guests. Weiss stumbled toward safety, looking back at me with wide, disbelieving eyes.
One by one, they evacuated.
My arms felt like they were being ripped from their sockets. Blood pounded in my ears. My vision started to blur.
Spider-Man (internal):Come on, come on, come on—
Finally—finally—the last person cleared the threshold.
“GO!”
I released the webbing and launched myself toward the exit, firing a webline at the doorframe and yanking myself through it.
I cleared the entrance just as the building collapsed behind me in a thunderous roar of dust, debris, and destruction.
I hit the pavement hard, rolling, coughing, covered in dust and ash.
Behind me, the grand ballroom was reduced to rubble.
But everyone got out alive.
I lay on my back, staring up at the night sky, every part of my body screaming in pain.
Spider-Man (quietly): “Worth it.”
I rolled onto my side, fired a webline at a nearby building, and swung away into the night before the reporters and cameras could swarm the scene.
[Spider-Man’s Apartment – Late Night]
I barely made it through the window.
The suit was torn, burned, and covered in dust and blood—most of it mine. I peeled off the mask with trembling hands and collapsed face-first onto my bed.
Andrew (exhausted, muffled into pillow): “Note to self… Adam Taurus is way above my pay grade.”
My entire body ached. Bruises were already forming across my ribs, arms, and back. My muscles felt like they’d been put through a blender.
But everyone got out alive.
Weiss was safe. The officers were safe. Even the White Fang members I’d captured were safe.
Andrew (quietly): “Worth it.”
I passed out before I could even pull the covers over myself.
[News Broadcast – Next Morning]
”—incredible footage from last night’s White Fang attack on the Vale Charity Gala has stunned the city. The mysterious vigilante known as ‘Spider-Man’ not only fought off the terrorist organization and rescued Schnee Dust Company heiress Weiss Schnee, but single-handedly prevented a catastrophic building collapse, saving dozens of lives—including Vale police officers and White Fang operatives awaiting arrest.”
The news anchor paused, visibly moved.
“Eyewitness reports describe the masked hero holding up the collapsing structure with what appeared to be webbing, giving everyone inside precious seconds to escape. Whatever your personal opinion on masked vigilantes may be… this city owes him a debt.”
Footage played—shaky cellphone video of Spider-Man braced against the collapsing building, webbing stretched taut, straining with everything he had.
The anchor continued.
“Jacques Schnee issued a statement this morning criticizing what he called ‘reckless vigilantism,’ while General James Ironwood has declined to comment. However, public support for the so-called ‘Spider-Man’ has reached an all-time high following last night’s heroic actions.”
[Beacon Academy – Ozpin’s Office]
Ozpin stood at his window, watching the sunrise over Vale, coffee mug in hand.
Glynda entered, scroll in hand, expression troubled.
Glynda: “The footage is all over the news. He fought Adam Taurus to a standstill and saved nearly a hundred lives.”
Ozpin: “Indeed. Quite remarkable for someone so young.”
Glynda raised an eyebrow. “You know who he is?”
Ozpin: “I have my suspicions. But for now, we observe. He’s proven himself an ally, whether he realizes it or not.”
He took a sip of coffee.
Ozpin: “The question is—when the time comes, will he stand with us?”
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I woke up sore.
Not the kind of sore you get from a hard workout. The kind of sore that reminds you that you held up a building with your bare hands.
Every muscle ached. My ribs were still bruised despite my enhanced healing. My arms felt like noodles.
But I was alive.
I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, catching my reflection in the mirror. The bruises were already fading—yellowish now instead of the deep purple they’d been two days ago. My enhanced healing was doing its job, just slower than I’d like.
“Note to self,” I muttered, splashing water on my face. “Don’t fight bull Faunus with energy swords. And definitely don’t hold up buildings.”
I glanced at the suit draped over the chair in my room. It was in rough shape—torn in several places, scorch marks from the explosions, and the spider emblem was scratched.
Time for upgrades.
[Later That Morning – Workshop Corner of Apartment]
I’d converted a corner of my apartment into a makeshift workshop. Nothing fancy—just a desk, some tools I’d bought with the Lien the Master Weaver had provided, and the damaged suit laid out before me.
I’d been thinking about this for days. The fight with Adam proved I needed more than just webbing and agility. I needed versatility. Options.
Andrew (thinking aloud): “Okay. Problems: Adam cut through my webbing like butter. The building collapse nearly killed me because I couldn’t brace myself properly. And I have zero defense against Dust-based attacks.”
I pulled out my scroll and started sketching.
Andrew: “Solution one: mechanical spider-legs. Retractable, built into the suit, controlled by neural impulses through the enhanced fabric. They could help with bracing, climbing, combat, and—”
I paused, grinning.
“—they’d look intimidating as hell.”
I sketched the design. Four legs, two on each side, emerging from the back of the suit near the shoulder blades. When retracted, they’d fold flat against my spine, hidden under the suit’s fabric. When deployed, they’d extend like additional limbs—sharp, strong, and versatile.
I’d need some materials. Metal alloys, flexible joints, micro-servos…
Andrew: “Gonna have to make a trip to the industrial district.”
I moved to the next problem.
Andrew: “Solution two: Dust-infused webbing.”
I’d done some research on Dust over the past few months. Remnant’s crystallized energy source came in multiple types—Fire, Ice, Lightning, Gravity, and more. If I could incorporate Dust into my web formula…
I grabbed my notebook and started calculating.
“The web-shooters already have a chemical base. If I add powered Dust in micro-doses to the cartridge chambers, I could create specialized web types. Fire webs for offense. Ice webs for containment. Gravity webs for—”
I stopped, eyes widening.
“—for holding up buildings.”
That would’ve been really useful three days ago.
Andrew: “Okay. Step one: acquire Dust. Step two: test it in controlled environment so I don’t accidentally blow myself up. Step three: integrate it into the web-shooters without destabilizing the formula.”
I leaned back, staring at my sketches.
This was going to take time. But if I pulled it off, I’d be a lot more ready for the next Adam Taurus.
[Vale Industrial District – Afternoon]
I spent the afternoon hunting down materials. A metalworking shop sold me lightweight alloy rods. A tech supplier had micro-servos and flexible joints. A Dust shop—after some very careful questioning—sold me small, stable Dust crystals in multiple varieties.
The shopkeeper, an older man with a graying beard, eyed me suspiciously.
Shopkeeper: “You’re not planning anything dangerous with this, are you, kid?”
I put on my most innocent smile. “Science project for school. I’m trying to build a motorized model.”
He didn’t look convinced, but he sold me the Dust anyway.
By the time I returned to my apartment, the sun was setting, and my arms were loaded with bags.
Time to get to work.
[Spider-Man’s Apartment – Late Night]
Hours passed in a blur of welding, wiring, and testing.
The spider-legs took shape slowly. Each leg was about five feet long when fully extended, made of lightweight alloy with segmented joints for flexibility. The tips were sharp enough to pierce concrete but retractable so they wouldn’t accidentally skewer someone.
The hard part was the control system. I didn’t have advanced AI or computer systems, so I had to rely on something else—my enhanced mind and instincts.
I wired the legs into a neural interface embedded in the suit’s back panel. It wasn’t perfect, but after several tests, I could feel the legs as if they were part of my body. My spider-sense even extended to them.
Andrew (grinning): “Okay, that’s awesome.”
I retracted them. The legs folded smoothly against my spine, hidden beneath the suit’s fabric. From the outside, you couldn’t even tell they were there.
Next: Dust webbing.
I opened the small vials of Dust carefully, working in small doses. Fire Dust glowed faintly red. Ice Dust shimmered pale blue. Gravity Dust pulsed with a deep purple hue.
I modified three spare web cartridges, adding micro-chambers for powered Dust. The trick was keeping the Dust stable while still allowing it to activate on impact.
After two failed tests—one of which nearly set my desk on fire—I got it right.
Andrew: “Okay. Fire webbing: ignites on impact. Ice webbing: freezes on contact. Gravity webbing: increases weight exponentially for temporary immobilization.”
I loaded the modified cartridges into my web-shooters alongside the standard ones.
Andrew: “Now I just need to not mix them up in the heat of battle.”
I leaned back, exhausted but satisfied.
The suit was better. I was better.
Next time I faced someone like Adam, I’d be ready.
[Streets of Vale – Next Day, Late Afternoon]
I was out grabbing groceries—just normal, civilian Andrew in a hoodie and jeans—when I heard it.
A crash. Shouting. My spider-sense tingled faintly.
I turned the corner and saw a small crowd gathered around an overturned fruit cart. Apples and oranges rolled everywhere. A shopkeeper was yelling at a young girl in a red hood who looked mortified.
Shopkeeper (angry): “You knocked over my entire cart!”
Ruby (panicking): “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—I was just—there was this guy, and I thought—”
She trailed off, clearly overwhelmed.
I sighed. Of course.
I walked over, crouching down to help pick up the fruit.
Andrew: “Hey, it’s okay. Accidents happen.”
Ruby looked up, silver eyes wide with surprise. She immediately dropped to her knees, helping gather the scattered produce.
Ruby: “I’m really sorry. I didn’t see the cart, and I was running, and—”
Andrew (smiling): “Relax. It’s just fruit.”
I handed a few apples back to the shopkeeper, who grumbled but seemed to calm down.
Andrew: “How much for the damages?”
The shopkeeper paused, eyeing me. “Fifty Lien.”
I pulled out my scroll and transferred the money. “There. We’re good.”
The shopkeeper grunted, mollified, and began righting his cart.
Ruby stood, fidgeting nervously. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Andrew (shrugging): “It’s fine. Everyone has bad days.”
She smiled—bright and genuine. “Thanks! I’m Ruby. Ruby Rose.”
Andrew: “Andrew. Andrew Castellon.”
Ruby: “Nice to meet you! Are you a student? I’m going to Beacon soon! Well, I was supposed to go in two years, but I got in early because of this crazy thing that happened, and—”
She caught herself rambling and laughed sheepishly.
Andrew (amused): “Beacon, huh? That’s impressive.”
Ruby: “Yeah! I’m super excited. I’ve wanted to be a Huntress my whole life. My uncle’s a Huntsman, and my sister’s going to Beacon too, and—”
She paused, tilting her head.
Ruby: “Wait, have we met before? You seem… familiar.”
My spider-sense tingled faintly. Not danger—just awareness.
Andrew (carefully): “I don’t think so. I’ve just got one of those faces.”
Ruby: “Huh. Weird.”
She shook it off and grinned again. “Well, thanks again for helping! I should probably get going before I knock over something else.”
Andrew (laughing): “Good luck at Beacon.”
Ruby: “Thanks!”
She waved and took off down the street at a jog—though notably slower than before.
I watched her go, smiling slightly.
Andrew (thinking):Ruby Rose. So that’s her. She seems… nice. Energetic. Definitely going to be interesting to watch.
I grabbed my groceries and headed home.
[Spider-Man’s Apartment – That Night]
I stood in front of the mirror, wearing the upgraded suit.
The spider emblem was repaired. The tears were patched. And hidden beneath the fabric, the mechanical spider-legs waited.
I focused, and they deployed.
Four metallic legs extended from my back with a soft hiss, segmenting and locking into place. I moved them experimentally—lifting myself off the ground, bracing against the walls, retracting and extending with fluid precision.
Andrew (grinning): “Okay. Now we’re talking.”
I retracted them, loaded my Dust-infused web cartridges, and pulled on the mask.
Spider-Man was back.
And this time, he was ready for anything.
[Rooftop – Minutes Later]
I stood on the edge of a rooftop, wind whipping my suit, the city sprawling below.
Spider-Man (out loud): “Alright, Vale. Let’s see what you’ve got tonight.”
I fired a webline and launched into the air, the spider-legs deploying mid-swing to give me extra momentum.
The city blurred beneath me as I soared between buildings, faster and more confident than ever.
Whatever came next—White Fang, Grimm, or cosmic weirdos—I’d be ready.
Because I wasn’t just Andrew anymore.
I was Spider-Man.
And this was my city.
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