š·ļø Prologue ā Kairo D'Juan Keiro
If you'd asked me a few years ago what my life was like, I probably would've shrugged.
Not because it was bad,just quiet. I kept to myself, went to school, came home, did what I had to. I wasn't the loud one in class or the kid everybody noticed on the block. I was in the background, steady.
People thought I didn't care about anything. The truth is, I cared too much. I just didn't feel like explaining it.
No one ever expects the big shift to start with someone like me.
No spotlight. No music cue. Just a regular day that didn't feel like anything at all... until it was.
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Brooklyn. Bed-Stuy, to be exact. Fourth-floor walk-up, two bedrooms, walls thin enough to hear your neighbors arguing about dishes. I live with my mom, Janelle, and my dad, Reggieāthough not together. They split a long time ago, but there was never drama. They're still cool. Still show up. Still ride for me.
Mom's a home health aide. Thirty-six. Works long shifts, sometimes lives in with families who need more than she can give in one day. Tall, always tired, always glowing. Sharp eyes, sharper tongue, and the kind of hug that makes you forget everything for a second.
Dad's forty, a maintenance tech for the MTA. Spends more time underground than some rats. He's quiet like me. Watches more than he speaks. When he says something, it usually means something.
They both raised me right. No yelling, no mess. Just honesty, discipline, and love that didn't need to be loud to be real.
At fifteen, I was just... existing.
Not lost. Not drifting. Just keeping to myself. Low volume. Clear focus. Mind on my future.
I had school, basketball, and this little dream of making video games. I was decent at coding. Not the best, but I liked building things that only existed in my head. Worlds. Mechanics. Little pieces of imagination turned playable.
That night started like any other.
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I did my homework. Showered. Checked in with my dad. My mom was still working overnight, so I had the house to myself.
I laid down in bed, lights off, deciding to sleep early even though it was Friday. The hum of the city leaked through the window. My ceiling fan spun lazy circles. I was already asleep before I even noticed how comfortable I was.
Then came the bite.
It happened sometime during the night, but I didn't wake up at first. I remember twitching, like when you dream you're falling. Thinking back on it, I'm surprised I didn't wake up. What I was about to see would lead me to believe something unnatural had happened.
What actually woke me... was the wet chill spreading under my thigh.
At first, I thought I'd sweated through the sheets. Then I smelled it.
Metal. Sharp. Wrong.
I flicked the lamp on. My sheets were soaked in dark red. My pulse started hammering.
I tore the blanket back and saw two clean holes in my thigh. Small. Like pencil points. The skin around them was pale and cold, but the bleeding had stopped.
Then I looked down... and froze.
A spider sat near the foot of my bed, curled into itself like it had just finished its last breath.
But this wasn't normal.
This thing was massive, as big as both my hands spread fully open, side by side. Covered in brown and green splotches with patterns that seemed to shift in the lamplight. Thick black hair covered its body like fur. Eight glowing violet eyes that still held an eerie shine even in death, and fangs curved like sickles, longer than my pinky finger.
It didn't move.
I damn near jumped out of my skin, leaping off my bed onto the floor. My head hit my dresser, knocking over a water bottle that soaked me. But that thing still didn't move.
I shot up and grabbed a coat hanger from the floor, hitting it to make sure it was dead. Don't know what I was thinking a hanger would do, but it made a metallic thunk without the spider even twitching. I poked at it, flinching every time I made contact. Dead. Had to be. Did I crush it in my sleep? But how does something that big just... die? Looking at all the blood, maybe it gorged itself and just... stopped.
I backed out of my room, searching for something big enough to contain that massive thing. Found an old Chinese takeout container,barely big enough. Using the hanger like tongs, I managed to shove the spider inside and seal it tight. My hands were shaking the entire time. That thing was too damn big to be real.
My brain was still trying to catch up while I examined the holes in my thigh. Clean. Too clean. Like surgical punctures.
I spent the next few hours and well into morning on my phone, scrolling through every spider identification site, Wikipedia page, and image search I could find. Tarantulas, huntsman spiders, wolf spiders, nothing matched. Not even close.
What kind of spider leaves you covered in blood, then just dies with no visible damage? And those violet eyes... spiders don't have eyes like that. The biggest spiders I could find online were maybe half the size of what was now sitting in a takeout box in my room.
I kept searching until exhaustion hit me like a wallā¦not normal tiredness, but something deeper. Something cellular. I passed out completely unaware that the creature I was researching had already begun rewriting my DNA.
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I woke up that same evening around 8 PM in a complete daze. I'd slept through the entire day. Still groggy, but wired at the same time.
I sat up.
My body felt... different. Not sick. Not weak. But sharp. Lighter. Like someone had fine-tuned every muscle fiber.
I touched where the bite had been. Gone. Not even a scar. Like it never happened.
I stood up and stretched. My joints popped in ways that felt too good. And then I heard everything. The creak of the floorboards under my feet. The faucet dripping in the kitchen. A car alarm three blocks away. Conversations from the apartment below. The scratch of a key in a lock two floors down.
Then hunger crashed into me like a freight train.
I bolted to the kitchen and started grabbing everything I could find. Fruit, leftovers, cold pizza, bread, a can of beans, it didn't matter. I ate standing up, shoving food in my mouth without stopping. Every bite exploded across my taste buds. Sweetness hit like concentrated sugar. Salt made my mouth tingle. Textures felt amplified, I could taste the shape of things. It was like every flavor had been turned up to eleven.
Mid-bite, I paused. Having something in my stomach let me notice something was wrong with the lighting.
The kitchen lights were off.
But I could see everything perfectly, every shadow, every corner, even the dust particles floating in the air. The details were crystal clear, like someone had switched on HD vision.
I opened and closed the refrigerator repeatedly, watching my eyes adjust instantly each time. No delay. No squinting.
"What the hell..." I whispered.
I can see in the dark. Actually see, not just barely make out shapes.
After finishing most of what we had in the fridge, I moved to the sink to wash my hands. The water temperature felt more intense than usual, I could sense every degree of change from cool to warm. As I rubbed my hands together, they felt strange. Sticky, like I'd touched dried syrup, but smooth at the same time. The sensation was both irritating and oddly natural.
I finished washing and reached for the hand towel. Dried my hands, thinking about everything that had happened. When I went to toss the towel back, it stayed glued to my palm.
"What..."
My mouth hung open. I tried pulling it off, but it wouldn't budge. I tugged harder, and the towel ripped in half with the other piece still attached to my hand like it was superglued there.
I grabbed the remaining piece and yanked as hard as I could, wanting it off. Suddenly it released, but I'd put so much force behind the pull that my arm flew backward, knocking a metal water bottle into the wall at ridiculous speed. The bottle ricocheted back toward my head.
Before I could even think, my head moved out of the way and my hand shot up, catching the bottle mid-air. The movement was automatic. Instinctive.
I stared at the bottle in my hand, then at my other palm where the towel had been stuck.
Something was very, very wrong. Or maybe too right...
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Back in my room, I sat on my bed staring at my hands. Everything felt different, my skin, my reflexes, my senses, especially my senses. I could not only hear a fly buzzing around obnoxiously loud, but I could for some reason see where it is around me without looking at it.
I looked at the bloodstains on my shorts and decided I needed a shower to clear my head.
Walking toward the bathroom, still processing what had happened, I absentmindedly stretched my arms above my head. I felt this weird pressure building in my wrists.
My wrists flexed involuntarily.
Golden threads shot out and stuck to the ceiling with a wet thwap.
I blinked hard, sure I was hallucinating.
"What... the... fuck," I whispered.
The threads were real. Connected to my wrists through small openings that looked exactly like spider spinnerets. Just like the dead thing in my room.
I tugged experimentally. The strands stretched but held strong, like bungee cords made of silk. When I thought about letting go, they detached cleanly and hung from the ceiling like party streamers.
I forgot about the shower completely.
Sitting back on my bed, I stared at the takeout container holding that massive spider, then at my wrists, then at the golden webs dangling above me.
Everything started clicking into place in the most impossible way.
Enhanced vision. Check.
Enhanced spatial awareness. Check.
Super strength. Check.
Sticking to surfaces. Check.
Shooting webs from my wrists. Check.
Impossible reflexes. Check.
I was running through a mental checklist I'd known since childhood. A checklist that belonged to fiction. To comic books and cartoons.
"Spider-Man," I said out loud, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm like... Spider-Man."
But that was impossible. Spider-Man wasn't real. He was made up. Comics. Movies. Fantasy.
This? This was happening to me. In my skin. In my DNA.
I looked back at the container. "What the hell are you?" I muttered at the dead spider.
Whatever it was, it sure as hell wasn't from around here. Those violet eyes. That size. The way it just appeared in my bed and died after biting me. Nothing about it made sense.
But the results were undeniable.
I stood up, walked to the center of my room, and tried the classic Spider-Man pose, arm extended, two fingers curled and two pointed at the ceiling.
Nothing.
I thought back to the hallway, how I'd been stretching when it happened.
I tried again, this time flexing my forearm muscles. Pressure built in my wrists and thwap another golden strand shot out at incredible speed, hitting the ceiling with enough force to make a sound.
I disconnected it with a thought and watched it dangle.
The webbing was beautiful. Not the thin, almost invisible strands from regular spiders. These were thick, golden, and seemed to catch light in a way that made them shimmer. I pulled on one and watched it stretch, then snap back into shape.
Next, I tested the stickiness on my hands. I placed my palm flat against the wall and concentrated on staying attached. It felt like flexing a muscle I'd always had but never used. My hand stuck perfectly. Then my other hand. Then I tried my feet.
Soon I was crawling around my room like it was the most natural thing in the world. Up the walls, across the ceiling, hanging upside down,my head two feet above the floor.
On my third attempt at switching positions while hanging by one foot, my concentration slipped and I lost my grip.
Time seemed to slow as I fell headfirst toward the floor. But my body reacted before my mind could panic, twisting and landing smoothly on my hands and knees like a cat.
I stayed frozen in that position for a moment, heart racing. I should've cracked my skull open. Instead, I'd landed like I'd been doing gymnastics my whole life.
I checked the time. 3 AM Sunday. My entire Saturday was gone. Mom would be home in a few hours.
I spent the next hour cleaning up, shower, hiding the dead spider in my dresser under a pile of clothes, and trying to figure out what to do about the webs stuck to my ceiling and hallway. When I tried to pull them down, I heard the plaster start to crack. But after about an hour, they began dissolving on their own, leaving only faint golden dust that I swept up easily.
When I was in the shower, I got a good look at my body since all the changes ,and I looked sick. All of the mass from my torso was gone and I'm extremely cut, but my thighs grew in size and were insanely solid. Like I did nothing but squats for years.
"Is this why I've been so hungry?"
By the time Mom got home, I was in bed pretending to sleep, my stomach still growling despite everything I'd eaten.
But sleep was impossible. My mind kept racing through the same impossible questions:
What was that spider? Where did it come from? How is this real? What am I supposed to do now?
And the biggest question of all: If Spider-Man exists in comic books... does that mean this has happened before?
Over the next few days, other changes started showing up. My canine teeth felt sore, like when you're getting wisdom teeth. When I looked in the mirror, they seemed slightly more pointed. And sometimes I'd wake up with this bitter, metallic taste coating my tongue that wouldn't go away no matter how much I brushed.
I eventually got used to it . Turns out my fangs would just leak venom but that's stopped and the taste is gone. Also I learned I'm immune to my own venom so that's good. Found that out by biting my own thumb and puncturing it by accident. Which happened because I was being a fatass and eating so fast I didn't recognize my own thumb. That also was how I found out my healing ability was insane. The hole my teeth left in my thumb closed up and healed within ten minutes. I'm lucky I guess, but after that my hunger intensified even more. I spent the rest of the day stuffing my face.
More time passed
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I kept it secret for three months.
Every day I'd go to school, nod at my friends, do my homework, then test myself in private. I started a notebook, hidden under my dresser, tracking everything. Web duration (just over an hour before dissolving). Wall crawling (works with the whole body, not just hands and feet). Physical capabilities (strength is enhanced and constantly growing).
And the hunger never stopped. It seems since everything I have is biological I need tons of energy.
I studied my body like a science project. Everything I used to take for granted now felt enhanced, dangerous, alive. I was getting stronger, faster, but I kept it all close to my chest.
The changes weren't just physical. My senses picked up things I'd never noticed, the subtle shift in someone's breathing when they were lying, the sound of footsteps three floors down, the scent trails people left behind in hallways. It was overwhelming at first, but gradually I learned to filter it out.
I practiced in secret. Late nights when my mom was asleep, I'd test my limits. How high could I jump? How far could I shoot a web? How long could I hang from the ceiling before my grip gave out?
The answers kept surprising me.
Until the night I couldn't keep it a secret anymore. I decided it was best for them to know, and I knew nothing would happen when I did.
It was a regular Sunday after dinner. My mom was off work and we were sitting on our sofa watching tv. My dad was at his place probably sleeping about now. Mom was half-listening to the tv while scrolling through her own phone.
Normal. Comfortable. Safe.
And I just... said it.
"I think I'm like Spider-Man."
Thumb paused mid-swipe. Mom looked up from her phone with raised eyebrows.
"Come again?" Mom said.
Instead of explaining, I stood up and walked to the wall. Placed my palm flat against the wall. Then my foot. Then the other foot.
And I walked up the wall.
Not a trick. No wires. No suction cups. Just me, defying gravity like it was a suggestion rather than a law.
I heard Mom gasp and went completely still, didn't even blink, just stared like she was trying to solve an equation that shouldn't exist.
The room went dead quiet, except for the K-drama playing in the background.
After what felt like forever, I walked back down and sat on the couch like nothing had happened.
She didn't scream. Didn't panic. But the air in the room changed, got heavier.
"When?How?How long?" She asked quietly.
"Three months." I said. I walked back to my room with her still frozen and pulled out the container holding the dead spider. After these months it still hasn't decomposed.
I came back and held the container up to show her. She visibly fleshed at the size.
"This thing bit me in my sleep and was dead when I woke up. I started changing soon after."
"The spider bite did this?" Mom's voice was barely a whisper.
I nodded. "I believe so"
She made me tell her everything. Well, most of everything. I left out some of the scarier parts, the fangs I could feel growing at first, and the weird chemical taste in my mouth sometimes, the way my body seemed to be adapting in ways I didn't fully understand yet.
After she called my dad and he came over in a rush. His usual reserved look was gone and replaced with worry after I told him everything and demonstrated everything again and showed them my webs.
Mom looked like she was gonna pass out after that but I held her up. And pops just froze.
That night, nobody slept much.
The next few days were strange. Mom kept giving me long looks while pretending everything was normal. Dad started saying "be careful" in different ways without ever repeating himself directly.
But they adapted. They didn't tell anyone, didn't even hint. They just carried this new knowledge like a weight they'd learned to balance.
After a few weeks, things went back to mostly normal. Except now they knew why I ate so much, why I was always tired, why I sometimes stopped mid-conversation like I was listening to something they couldn't hear.
They never looked at me the same way again. Not because they didn't love me, but because now they understood that the world could take me away at any moment.
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By the time I turned sixteen, I had complete control.
The webs, the grip, the enhanced reflexes, all of it felt as natural as breathing. I'd started sneaking out on weekends, taking trains to more rural areas upstate where I could really cut loose. Hours spent swinging through forests, testing my limits, copying moves I'd seen in Spider-Man cartoons and movies but adapting them to how my body actually worked.
My webs were different from what I'd seen in the spider-man media. Golden instead of white, thicker, stronger. They seemed to have their own weight and presence, and they lasted longer than I expected before dissolving.
I did some research and learned about the golden orb-weaver spider. I think that's what my webs are,but that monster spider doesn't look like the orb-weaver . The search is still active.
During this time I got a job to help with my increased food intake. It's at Sosa's Pizza around the corner. It's a popular spot around here and I lucked up getting hired to a place so close to the crib. The boss Sosa is pretty cool,I get paid above minimum wage which is great for a teen in New York but it's all in cash though. He lets me take home two pizzas everyday for free and any leftovers from customers not picking up their orders. This solved my hunger problem for now.
But once a problem gets solved another pops up.
I wasn't trying to be a hero. I wasn't looking for trouble.
But I couldn't ignore it when trouble found me.
The first time I intervened, it wasn't planned. I was walking home from a late basketball practice when I saw a guy forcing a woman into an alley. No cops around. No other people. Just me, them, and a choice.
I didn't think. I moved.
Fast. Silent. I grabbed the guy by his jacket and yanked him back so hard he stumbled and fell. When he tried to get up, I hit him once in the chest, not hard, at least I didn't think I did. I heard bones break and I think I caved his chest in . Which should have been lethal.
The woman ran. I ran too.
No thank-you. No names exchanged. No mask or costume.
I went home shaking, not from fear, but from adrenaline and the realization of how much damage my strength can do. My chest was buzzing, skin hot. It felt like I'd finally done what I was made for.
I was still worried I might have killed the guy ,and I would have to be on the run even though it was unlikely. But I didn't hear anything on the news about a murder just that someone was admitted in a hospital after being found unconscious in an alley
Turned out the dude had multiple warrants out for his arrest so he won't get off scott free after he heals.
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After that, it kept happening.
I never looked for trouble, but I started hearing it everywhere. Car crashes before they happened. Someone screaming in the distance. My enhanced senses picked up danger like a radio tuned to the wrong frequency.
If I could help, I helped. Always anonymous, always careful, always gone before anyone could get a good look at me.
I kept it simple. Hoodie up, face down, fast exits.
Until the day I had to use my webs in public.
A bike messenger got clipped by a cab and went flying. Without thinking, I shot a web to catch him before he hit the pavement. Saved his life, but someone filmed it.
The video was blurry, shaky, just a flash of golden thread appearing from off-screen and catching the guy mid-fall. It hit local social media and went semi-viral for about a day.
Comments ranged from "fake" to "CGI" to "new TikTok filter." Most people laughed it off or forgot about it entirely.
Which worked perfectly for me. I'd learned something important: even when people see something impossible, they'd rather believe it's fake than accept that their world is bigger than they thought.
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I kept my grades tight throughout high school. Basketball got easier, my vertical jump was beyond insane now, so I had to hold back just enough to stay believable. Scouts started showing up to games, coaches smiled more, and I kept pretending I was just a really dedicated athlete.
By senior year, I had a full-ride scholarship to a major university. Division I basketball program, top-tier facilities.
I chose Computer Science as my major. Game development was still the dream, even when I was web-slinging around rooftops, part of my brain would drift to level design, physics engines, control schemes.
But I never stopped helping people.
I got better at hiding my identity. Winter masks when it was cold, hoodies with deep shadows, high collars when it rained. Nothing fancy or costume-like. Just enough to keep my face hidden while I did what needed to be done.
Online, I became something between a rumor and an urban legend. Brooklyn's ghost. The wall-crawler. Golden web guy. String theory kid. None of the names stuck for long, but the stories persisted.
Local news occasionally picked up reports of impossible rescues or criminals found webbed to walls with no explanation. But without clear footage or witness testimony, most people treated it like folklore.
I preferred it that way.
Almost 2 years later from that spider bite,now 17 I'm still constantly learning about my powers and finding new abilities.
My last year of high school a couple of weeks before graduation. I was using the bathroom. I was using the urinal like normal when one of my pens fell from my backpack. Since I was peeing I didn't bother to react. Once I finished I picked up the pen from the floor.
I held it pinched between two fingers, aware of how nasty bathrooms are and thinking of washing the pen off. With the thought of germs and whatever else is on the floor here, my vision shifted. Everything seemed more blueish/violet.
I looked around in surprise, which is getting normal at this point, and observed the bathroom. I saw many small spots and some larger spots around the urinals and stalls. Realizing what I'm seeing ,I looked down at the pen in my hand and saw more of whatever that is.
I immediately tossed the pen and scrubbed my hands clean.
I don't use that vision much, that one incident traumatized me a bit. I just take extra care when using public restrooms, even more so than I already did.
A couple months later ,it's July and I'm at my college early for the basketball team. After exploring the college ,they allowed the team to use the pool in the athletic center. Which is great by the way , the pool is huge, pro sized I think. There is a lazy river and jacuzzi and stuff.
Anyway, after seeing the pool I realized it's been years since I last swam. After jumping in, holding my breath and looking around underwater with no discomfort with my eyes ,which is nice.
I started swimming and noticed my body was subtly shimmering silver and gold. I noticed after a bit I didn't feel like I needed air soon. I tested how long I could do it without being suspicious and lasted 5 minutes before my teammates started noticing. I felt like I could keep going though.
But after that I kept swimming and playing around with my team. We all tried diving in the water in different ways. And as usual everything running on the water kicking their feet as fast as possible but sinking immediately. Of course I joined in and went in fast ,but on my first step I felt a somewhat solid step on the water and my instincts kicked in and I just stopped moving and sank before anyone noticed anything.
After that I kept it cool and did the bare minimum until it was time for us to leave.
Later that evening I did more research on the regularly accruing surprises. I learned that there are spiders that can trap air bubbles with their body hairs. And others that can walk on water with trapped bubbles under their legs.
I snuck back into the facility that night and decided to test more. I tested how long I could hold my breath and counted just a second shy of 11 minutes. Underwater I could hold it for 20 minutes which was kinda trippy.
After that I tested out the water walking thing . And it barely worked for a step. I learned I needed to be running full speed to stay afloat, and it's only for about the width of the pool so not indefinite, but I can most likely train it like I did my other abilities.
More time passed and a couple months after I turned 18 I learned I had a camouflage ability.
It was on one of the nights I decided to patrol around the area of my university. I came across someone getting arrested by a couple of officers. There were 5 cars spread out and more officers looking around with flashlights and a k-9 unit.
After I stepped on the street , an officer immediately told me to freeze and pulled out a gun. I held my hands up but the k-9 on the leash further back got loose and started running towards me with the handler trying to call it back.
My reaction to this was to run and go back around the corner. My speed was way faster than the dog, and I ran into an alley and began scaling a building ,running vertically up. I didn't use my webs since they don't dissolve immediately.
After I reached the top of the building I had to drop to the floor because there was a helicopter with a search light scanning the top of buildings and streets.
The spot light came roaming over to the building I'm on as I laid down on the roof by the ledge. In my mind I was hoping not to be seen and that my clothes would help me blend in to the roof. But as that thought came I saw my hands beside my face change from their usual cinnamon brown color to a mixture of dark asphalt colored splotches and light gray asphalt mimicking the erosion of the building.
After the chopper passed I stood back up looking at my hands and watched them change back.
"Another surprise"
I looked down and the dog was still down there sniffing around d as the handler Cama and snatched the leash up.
Some time passed and I went home when the cost was clear by jumping from holding to building. I didn't need to swing. My jumping ability was insane, I think it's another difference from the spider comics I've read. Since all my powers seem to take traits from different spiders, I guessed it was a jumping spider that it mimicked and I was right. This was back when I first got these powers and I tried dunking ,when practicing by myself and I shot up and landed on the backboard.
When I got back to my dorm ,I went back to searching and learned about some spiders' camouflage ability and got to testing. My body can turn identical to surfaces and I don't even have to see them to know, my body just knows what to change to ,I guess instincts are even crazier than I thought. It works with clothes on which is weird but the same thing with my sticking ability I can stick through clothes.
Also that altercation with the cops. I found out it was a drug bust and one of the suspects wore something similar to me ,black hoodie ,dark grey joggers and some black shoes. They were said to have guns on them so I guess that's why they were so hostile off rip.
But reading the news the other suspect was nearly a foot shorter than me . I'm 6'6 but the suspect was 5'7. I guess it was dark and it was a high stress moment ,but still that's a big size disparity. Nothing happened so that's good,my parents don't have to be worried. My patrol was cut short that night but i didnt mind. I just focused on learning what else I can do with my new ability.
More time passed.
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Now I'm nineteen turning twenty in two weeks. Junior year of college, still playing ball, still studying game design, still balancing a double life that nobody suspects.
I've gotten comfortable with the routine. Classes during the day, practice in the evening, patrol a few nights a week when I can manage it. There aren't any supervillains in my world, just regular crime, accidents, people who need help that the system can't or won't provide.
I even lucked up and got an internship at a big tech company, not a game company like I hoped but better than nothing, and it actually pays ,even better than Sosa's. I was sad I had to quit after working all those years because I'm in college now. I'll miss the free food but more money is always better. Besides, I still have all that money saved.
I've saved dozens of people over the years. Stopped muggings, prevented sexual assaults, caught people falling from fire escapes, pulled victims from car crashes before EMTs could arrive. Always anonymous, always careful, always gone before anyone could connect the dots. Some slip ups but mistakes happen.
My parents worry, but they've learned to live with it. Mom still gives me long hugs when I come home late. Dad still tells me to be careful in seven different ways. But they understand this is who I am now.
I've been thinking about the bigger picture lately. About that spider and where it came from. About whether there are others like me out there. About whether the Spider-Man comics in my world mean something more than just entertainment.
But those are questions for another day.
Because today, of all days, something's about to change everything I thought I knew about my life, my powers, and my world.
Something big is coming.
And before I even understand what's happening...
I won't be in Brooklyn anymoreā¦wellā¦.atleast not my Brooklyn.