Spider-Man: Peter 4

CHAPTER 1

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Two Years after becoming Spider-Man...

THWIP!

In a nice morning of New York, a black, red, and blue blur swung through the streets in the sky.

Everyone in New York, Brooklyn, even if they don't like him (J.J.J and his crap), will immediately fill safe as their guardian angel is now in business.

VHOOOSHHHH!!!

"Good morning, Brooklyn!"

Spider-Man yells out to the world as he fires another web before grabbing onto it. Holding onto it, he starts running on the windows of a skyscraper for more momentum before jumping from it.

Thwiping two webs from each hand, it latches onto two separate buildings before he pulls hard, sending him flying fast and high up as he zips through the streets.

"Woohooooo!!!"

Swinging around, he quickly hears something with his super-hearing, causing him to immediately change directions towards the sound.

His job entails saving people's lives, and kicking villain butts, after all.

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Clap Clap Clap Clap

"Phew."

Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief as he cleaned the dust off his palms. He was surprised that anyone even tried robbing people this early in the morning.

"T-Thank you!"

The woman who was assaulted muttered as he looked at her before getting close with his hands up.

"It's no biggie, ma'am. Er, could you call the police? You know..."

They both looked at the unconscious bodies on the ground stacked up together webbed up before looking back at each other.

"I don't think the NYPD likes me right now. Not ever since I gave the head chief a nice pie slap on his birthday."

That caused the woman to giggle slightly, causing him to smile slightly, before nodding, prompting Spider-Man to wave before zipping away.

Thankfully, they had just switchblades and knives, that he could handle as easy as pie, but when guns come into the equation, it gets harder and harder these days to dodge them.

Maybe it was because of his stomach growling half the fight?

Patting his stomach mid-swing, he jokingly whispered to it.

"Man, chill, lunch is still an hour or two away. Don't go and shout out current weakness out!"

Seriously, with his stomach growling 24/7, even the Scorpion started focusing his stomach area when they fought a few days ago.

At least these types of major villains come and go every few months, meaning he has some time to heal his wounds... In his case, his stomach food problems.

"Now, where to get more food..."

He usually doesn't pay for food since most of his eating come from free food from FEAST (Food, Emergency, Aid, Shelter, Training), with Mr. Li giving him an annual pass every year in return for helping around, bless his soul.

He even tried to get him back into school, but he instantly denied it.

School was just way too easy for him, he only went because of a degree before he was Spider-Man. And to make Uncle Ben and Aunt May proud.

It's not like he had any friends or anything. Heck, he'd even think that Flash was an acquaintance from their countless interactions, that was saying something.

Suddenly, while he was swinging around patrolling, his head started to hurt. That was new, he never got headaches before ever since becoming Spider-Man.

Landing on a rooftop, he winces at the pain before suddenly a black gooey... thing forms in front of him.

His spider-sense started blaring to the point that all other senses disappeared, and he could only feel it warning him that something was happening —

His arm suddenly "glitched".

... Oh, boy —

"Ahhhhh!!!"

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THUD THUD SKIDDDDD!!!

Landing on his feet, Spider-Man looked around with his guard up before realizing that this... Wasn't his New York.

Taking off his mask in shock, Peter just mutters a "Woah" as he looked around NYC Times Square.

The brands and everything were totally off. Koca Kola? Sumsang? iPear?

Really? Those are horrible names!

That was when his eyes wandered to a billboard with a Spider-Man swinging in the skies.

That suit was... very vibrant. Like, damn, tone down on the red and blue, man!

His own suit was mostly black, with some areas like his spider symbol on his chest and his back being red on the body and blue on its legs. His forearm and shins were red while his fingertips and shoes (Well, it was spandex shoes) were blue.

At least he had some kind of stealth element unlike this Spider-Man!

Welp, at least he could check off some quantum theory questions on his "studies of cool crap" book. The multiverse was very real.

Putting his mask back on, he quickly parkour his way to a nearby rooftop before jumping down into an alley way. At least some building positions were still the same.

"... Ah, come on..."

He just remembered that he did not have his backpack, meaning that he currently has no money at all. Or an ID. Or his laptop with his important stuff inside, like his GED application and whatnot that just remembered that he was supposed to give today. Crap.

At least he has his phone with him. As Sun Tzu said, "You should always put a hidden pocket in your Spidey Suits for Spidey Stuff".

His spider-senses started ringing in his head, causing him to look behind him. Looking to see nothing, he was about to move when his spider-sense ringed louder at a direction?

Glancing in the direction, he tilts his head in confusion before walking to it after finding a dusty and smelly hoodie and pants.

"Brooklyn Visions Academy?"

He stared at the school before he felt another tingle of his spider-sense. It seemed that it wanted him to attend it?

His spider-senses have been saving him since he was an amateur, from dodging fatal attacks, to even avoiding eating bad fruits (He thinks that it tingled when it happened), so as they say, "Trust your instincts.".

Alright then, he had some hacking to do:

1) Identity Papers.

2) Enter Vision Academy

3) ...

... Hmm... Well, he'll cross Step 3 when he gets there.

First things first, a computer.

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"..."

Looking at the familiar doorstep, he was hesitant to even step near it. It brings back a lot of good and bad memories. With a breath of hesitation, he took a step forward... Before backing out.

"Nope."

He turned away as he starts berating himself. What kind of plan was this? If he even say Aunt May, he thinks that he'll break down —

PAIN!

"Arghhh!!!"

His body starts to "glitch" as pain shot everywhere around his body as if multiple knives were stabbed and jabbed into him.

Writhing around on the floor, it eventually stopped as he breathed heavily to calm himself down.

... He guessed that his atoms really do not like not being in his dimension. From his guess, his cells were unstable from both the trip here and the fact that this is not his dimension.

Groaning, he was about to stand back up when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Hey, are you alright?"

He froze at the voice. It sounded oh' so like his own...

"Y-Yeah. I-I'm fine Aunt May — "

... Ah crap. He accidentally just called her —

"Peter?"

He flinches before looking behind him to see Aunt May's shocked expression.

"Er... Hi?"