"Alright, let's do this. My name is Peter Parker. I've been bitten by a radioactive spider and blah blah blah spider powers, blah blah blah spider abilities, and so forth. For a very long time, I've been the amazing webhead superhero known as Spiderman. I'm pretty sure you know the rest. With great powers comes great responsibility. I saved a bunch of people. Fell in love. Saved the city. Then I saved the city again. Again. And again. And again. And again. Then uh, I also showed my amazing dance moves but we don't really talk about that. Look, I'm a comicbook. I'm a cereal. Did a Christmas Album. I have an excellent theme song and a so so Popsicle. I mean I've looked worse but after everything I still loved being Spiderman. I mean who wouldn't? So no matter how many hits I take or losses I endure. I always find a way to get back up and strive forward. Because the only thing standing between this city and oblivion is me. But that is about to change."

*

It was a nice sunny day in New York for Peter Parker aka Spiderman today. Right now, the nerdy photographer of the Daily Bugle is perching on the iconic eagle of the Chrysler Building as the webhead superhero everyone knows and love.

"Okay, what do you got for me today, New York?" Spiderman croaked out as he pulled out a newspaper he bought along the way here. He was a little surprised that nothing serious have been happening these past couple months lately and the newspaper he just brought is just speaking of trivial matters that an average lazy person could resolve. The small radio he usually brung on him have now always been talking about all the normal daily life here in New York or as Peter called it 'mundane news'. There were nothing anything about issues or crime anymore, "Oh, boy. Five hours of boredom then I go home to Netflix and chill."

Spiderman glanced at the coffee cup he had placed right beside him. He needed some coffee so he picked it up which is still filled with the same coffee he had filled this morning. Without hesitation, he quickly drank it to the last drop and it felt so good for him that he hummed in delight, "Oh yeah, I needed that. That was so good."

As soon as Spiderman made that comment, an echoing explosion so large and loud caught his ear, prompting Spidey to sigh in annoyance, "Geez, just when I was about to enjoy some peace. Great timing, you guys."

An echoing explosion again occurs and this time Spidey finally pinpointed on where it happened thanks to his sixth sense kind of ability he unofficially calls the Spidersense.

"Alright, time to go to work." Spiderman declared as he began flexing and stretching his muscles with confidence after he webbed his coffee and newspaper to their rightful place.

"Maximum Effort!" Spiderman declared as he dives below into the air, descending faster as each second passes. Then Spiderman smiled behind his mask and shot his web to a nearby building, holding onto it and swinging forward to his destination.

OOO

Meanwhile at a random large unknown bank in New York City, everything were in ruins and utter chaos. Police cars blowing up. Civilians and Policemen alike were getting mowed down by multiple machine guns carried by criminals who are hiding behind the windows. People were screaming here and there.

Amidst the chaos, one Black Latino American teenager was crawling towards a severely injured middle-aged lady, "Hey, lady, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, young man." The middle-aged lady replied with a deep breath.

"Okay, I'm gonna go get some help, lady. My dad is here and he's gonna bring you an ambulance. Just lie there for now, okay? Alright?" The teenager reassured confidently despite the odds against at their favor.

"Alright." The middle-aged woman forced herself to smile even though it was filled with dread and horror.

Seeing her smile, the teenager forced himself to smile back, "We're gonna make it, lady. I'll make sure of it."

After his repeated reassurance, the teenager turned his attention to the culprits whom are preparing to shoot anyone who makes sudden moves. Gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath, the teenager decided to make a run for it.

He ran and ran with all his courage and strength despite the thugs shooting their machine guns again. The criminals were surprised to say the least. The teenager was dodging their bullets like it was nothing.

And in a surprising turn of events, a familiar certain figure in a red and blue costume shot a web on the teenager and pulled him up away from the danger while swinging to building to building.

"Spiderman!?" The teenager said in a mixture of relief and shock as the figure who is revealed to be Spiderman himself gently dropped him off to a nearby safe zone before landing right besides him.

"I gotta say, pal. You got a lot of guts doing something like that." Spiderman complimented as he gestured to the teenager's action that resulted in creating a diversion that leads to a lot of civilians finally running away from the danger.

Although, as soon as Spiderman made his comment, his Spidersense flared up which surprised him. But it wasn't warning him of any threat or dangers. It was telling him something else. Something he didn't know was possible.

"Woah, I thought I was the only one yet here you are. You're like me, kiddo." Spiderman stated as a matter of fact, "You must got a lot going on through your head right now, don't you? I-I-If you stick around here for a while, I can show you the ropes. I can help you."

"Yeah. That would be cool." The teenager replied before an explosion reminded them of a current issue happening nearby.

"I just gotta take care of those guys real quick before they cause anymore trouble." Spiderman gestured to the criminals currently shooting any policemen coming their way, "See you in a bit."

He then shot a web and swung back into the action where bullets were raining like hell. If Spiderman was an ordinary human, he would have been shot to smithereens by now. But unfortunate for the criminals, Spiderman was not. He was easily dodging their bullets in the air while swinging forward.

Having enough of their annoying bullets, Spiderman decided to temporarily blind them by shooting multiple webs onto their eyes before shooting another web at their guns and easily yanking them from their hands.

Taking the advantage, Spiderman landed right in front of them and easily webbed them up. At that, Spiderman thought it was over but then his Spidersense flared up again, "There's always someone else, don't it?"

In the blink of an eye, a metallic fist from the remaining hidden thug was heading to the wallcrawling superhero but Spiderman anticipated this move so he quickly turned around and catches it, "You have a metal arm? Now, that is something."

Wasting no time, he quickly proceeded to kick the thug in the chest, sending him a few meters away which knocks him out.

"Well, that was easy." Spiderman commented.

"Yes. Yes it was." An unfamiliar child like voice replied which surprised Spiderman out of his wits. The voice belonged to a cute young girl with long black hair down to her hips and dark grey eyes. The girl wore a Gothic Lolita fashion and had the most boring and coldest expression Spiderman found on a girl such as her.

"Hey, kid, are you lost? Do you know where your mom and dad is?" Spiderman asked casually despite her sudden appearance, "Cuz' I can take you to them."

"Peter Parker. I am sorry for doing this but to ease my boredom and for my sake. I will deliver you to a world different from your own. You will be younger and stronger than ever. I hope for your sake you would accept that you will never be able to go back to this world and move on. And if it makes you any better, the boy you just saved earlier is named Miles Morales, he will be the one to take up your mantle once you're gone. He will be the next Spiderman. That is all."

Before Spiderman could utter any word, his vision suddenly began to blur before darkness completely overtakes him. The last feelings Spiderman had were a mixture of confusion, fear, and shock.

OOO

Miles Morales smiled at what he was seeing. Everything went fine in the end after all. He was completely happy with the end results. The lady he swore to help was taken to an ambulance and people were happy Spiderman was there.

Right now, he's just waiting for the webhead superhero to come back considering he did told him to wait here after all.

"He's not coming back, Miles. He's gone. Gone forever." A chilling childlike voice echoed throughout the premises, spooking the Black Latino American Teenager out of his wits, "I've made sure of that."

Miles tried to pinpoint on where the voice is but luckily, he didn't need to after all since he turned around only to see a girl that could be mistaken as child due to her short stature. Her appearance was deceiving in Miles' opinion but her presence was surely not since he suddenly got a bad feeling about this girl even though his Spidersense wasn't telling him shit.

"What did you do to him? And how did you know my name?"

"Nothing life threatening, that's for sure. But you could say he ain't coming back. Ever again." The girl replied nonchalantly before she pulled out a familiar red and blue spandex and mask which surprised the teen, "You're gonna be taking his place, boy. You're Spiderman now. Don't disappoint him."

As soon as she finished her sentence, she quickly threw the entire costume to Miles' face, blinding him temporarily with darkness. Miles tried to take the costume away from his sight but as soon as he did, the girl was nowhere to be found.

"What the hell just happened?"

*

Loud noises of footsteps and engines of cars stirred the webhead superhero. He felt weak and above all, he feels so dizzy that he was about to throw up.

A coughing escape from his mouth before finally opening his eyes only to see the dark starry sky.

What the hell was that?

That was the first question that popped into Spiderman's head. He never really understood what that girl said and did. He tried to but he only came up with theories and speculations. Not actual facts. What the hell did she really mean? Most importantly, how did she know his name? Or hell, even that boy's name too?

Oh well...

Forcing himself and against the wishes of his aching body, Spiderman tried to sit up but failed. He tried again but he still failed once more.

The pain made him groan so loudly and Spiderman forced himself to shut the hell up and stop acting like a little bitch.

Let's do this...

More determined than ever, Spiderman finally forced himself to sit up and finally succeeded.

Ah, that's better...

He looked around and tried to figure out on where he currently is.

From the looks of it, I seem to be in some random alley. Thank God it's not dirty. How did I end up here?

Somehow, it felt cold all of a sudden for the wallcrawler and that's when he realized something important. He was nearly naked and the only clothing he had left was his plain white undies.

The revelation and current situation he's in surprised and shocked Spiderman to his very core. Stilll, it didn't deter him that much as he managed to pick himself up with slight difficulty. He felt quite a bit of relief after that since he began to feel a surge of his inhuman strength slowly returning back to him. At that, he began flexing all of his aching muscles with confidence and ease despite the pain and dizziness.

Once he finished, Spiderman knew he's not Spiderman at this time since his current appearance right now could be mistaken to a crazy hobo. After all, he's naked and dirty for fuck sake so no swinging, wallcrawling, wallwalking for him right now. He's gotta do this the old fashioned way even though it's gonna be extremely embarrassing and shameful for him.

"Let's do this."