May 2020

Y/N's age: 20

Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester County, New York

The room is quiet, almost too quiet, except for the faint sound of Y/N's foot nervously tapping against the floor. He's sitting in a sleek, modern chair with his head down, as if the weight of the world rests on his shoulders. The walls are adorned with various art pieces. Calm and serene, yet they do little to ease his anxiety. The room is meant to be comforting, but to Y/N, it feels like a cage.

After a few moments of silence, a soft, yet firm voice cuts through the tension

???: Y/N... we've been here for fifteen minutes, and you haven't said a word...

Y/N slowly lifts his gaze, his eyes meeting those of his therapist, Emma Frost. Once known as the White Queen, a powerful and feared telepath, Emma has since turned away from her villainous past, using her gifts to help others. Today, she is here to help Y/N

She sits across from him, her expression calm, her piercing blue eyes fixed on him, as if she's already begun to unravel his thoughts. Her presence is intimidating yet oddly reassuring

Y/N: Read my mind then... I'm sure it'd be way quicker...

Emma's lips curl into a faint smile, one that barely reaches her eyes.

Emma: You know it doesn't work that way, Y/N. If I did that, you wouldn't have to face what's really going on inside you.

Y/N clenches his fists, his frustration palpable, but he doesn't respond. He knows she's right. And he hates that she's right

Emma leans forward slightly

Emma: I'm here to help, but you have to meet me halfway. You've been through a lot, more than most people could ever imagine. But keeping it all bottled up isn't going to make it go away

Y/N's foot stops thumping. He looks away, trying to find the right words, struggling to let his guard down. This isn't the football field, and he isn't in control here. Vulnerability is not his strong suit

And then finally, in almost a whisper, Y/N speaks

 Y/N: I don't even know where to start...

Emma leans back, giving him space, her voice gentle but firm.

Emma: Start wherever you want. This is your story, Y/N. No one else can tell it for you

Y/N looks up at her, and for the first time since he walked into the room, he feels a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he doesn't have to face this alone

Y/N: My name is Y/N L/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider... and for the last five years, I've been New York's only Spider-Man.

He pauses, the weight of those words hanging in the air. Emma watches him closely, sensing the turmoil beneath the surface.

Y/N: And I'm pretty sure I told you the rest. I saw... a close person die... and that shook me to my core.

He looks down, his fists clenched as the memory floods back. Vivid, raw, and unrelenting.

Y/N: I could've taken out the robber... but I was way too selfish.

The room seems to tighten around him as he fights to keep his composure. Emma leans in slightly, her expression softening as she sees the struggle in his eyes.

Y/N: Now, I remember what he told me... and I wake up every day making sure I make him proud.

He swallows hard, the iconic words that have haunted and driven him slipping out almost as a vow.

Y/N: With great power comes great responsibility...

Emma nods, her gaze filled with understanding and empathy. The room falls silent once more, but this time, it's a silence of shared understanding, a small step forward in Y/N's journey to come to terms with his past and the burdens he carries as New York's protector

Emma leans back slightly, her expression still calm but curious.

Emma: How did you get bitten?

Y/N hesitates, his mind drifting back to that fateful day, the memory as clear as if it happened yesterday. The room fades away, replaced by a bustling university campus as Y/N begins to narrate

Flashback...

Five Years Ago

2015

Empire State University

The sun shines brightly over Empire State University, one of New York's most prestigious colleges. Midtown High School's students are in awe, taking pictures of the campus. Y/N walks confidently at the front of the group with Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson, and Harry Osborn trailing close behind. Flash Thompson and Randy Robertson, two of Y/N's teammates from the football team, joke and shove each other nearby

Y/N (V.O.): The day started like any other school trip. Midtown High was at ESU, checking out one of the best colleges in the State. I was with my friends...Pete, Gwen, MJ, and Harry. We were all excited, but for different reasons. Pete was geeking out over the science labs, and I... well, I was enjoying it, that's for certain...but not as Pete

Y/N playfully nudges Peter, who's carrying a camera and snapping pictures of everything. Y/N looks like he's got the world at his feet, the epitome of high school confidence.

Y/N (V.O.): Pete was always in his element in places like that. But something about that day felt different... like there was a buzz in the air, something I couldn't put my finger on

The group enters a large science lab, where students and professors are conducting experiments. Peter's eyes light up as he spots a display showcasing advanced radioactive experiments, complete with a large glass enclosure containing several spiders suspended in webs

Peter, ever the science enthusiast, pulls out his camera, eager to capture the moment. But just as he's about to snap a photo, Flash Thompson gets beside him with a mischievous grin. With a swift, seemingly harmless shove, Flash causes Peter to stumble, making the picture come out blurry.

Flash: Oops! My bad, Parker.

But before Flash can enjoy his prank, Y/N's hand shoots out, grabbing Flash by the jacket. With a firm grip, he pulls Flash away from Peter, his expression darkening with a protective fury

Y/N: Try that shit one more time, Flash. I dare you...

The laughter dies on Flash's lips as he meets Y/N's intense gaze. For a moment, the tension is palpable, the other students falling silent as they sense the shift in the atmosphere.

Flash scoffs, trying to mask his discomfort with bravado, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

Flash: Big brother won't be here forever to save your ass, Parker...

Peter, having recovered from the shove, glances nervously between Y/N and Flash, his usual awkwardness amplified by the confrontation. Y/N doesn't take his eyes off Flash, his grip on the jacket loosening just enough to let Flash go, but the message is clear... don't mess with Peter

Flash huffs and takes a step back, throwing one last glance at Y/N before turning away, muttering something under his breath. The other students slowly return to their conversations, the moment of tension passing, but Y/N's protective stance doesn't waver.

Y/N (V.O.): I always had Peter's back. It didn't matter if it was Flash or anyone else...no one was gonna mess with him while I was around.

Peter gives Y/N a grateful, if slightly embarrassed, smile, but Y/N just claps him on the shoulder, brushing off the encounter like it was nothing. He watches as Peter refocuses on the spider display, the momentary disruption already forgotten

Peter: Thanks Y/N...

Y/N: Don't mention it, Pete. You just focus on your science stuff, and I'll handle the rest.

Peter nods, his attention already drifting back to the spider display, the momentary disruption fading from his mind. Y/N watches him for a second, making sure Peter is okay, then wraps an arm around his shoulders in a protective, almost brotherly gesture. Peter leans into the support, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they share

As they stand there, a small spider descends from the ceiling on a thin thread of silk. Neither Y/N nor Peter notices as the spider, the very one that escaped from the enclosure, lands lightly on Y/N's shoulder. It crawls quickly down his arm, unnoticed, as Y/N continues to watch over Peter, oblivious to the life-altering moment that is about to unfold

Y/N (V.O.): It was just another day, or so I thought. But that little spider... it had other plans.

The spider, tiny and almost unremarkable, makes its way to Y/N's hand, where it finds a spot to bite. A sharp, stinging pain registers in Y/N's mind, causing him to flinch slightly, but he quickly shakes it off, dismissing it as just another random insect bite. His focus remains on Peter, completely unaware that his life has just been changed forever

Y/N: Ouch!

Y/N (V.O.): I came back home and... just slept till the next day

The Next Morning...

The room is bathed in the soft, early morning light. Y/N's bedroom is quiet, the only sound being the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. Suddenly, his alarm clock begins to beep loudly, signaling the start of a new day

Without thinking, Y/N's hand shoots out with lightning speed, smashing down on the alarm clock. The force of the impact is far greater than he intended, his reflexes heightened beyond anything he's ever experienced

Y/N (V.O.): The next morning, as soon as my alarm went off... something felt different. My body moved on its own... and I just smashed it

He slowly sits up, his body feeling strangely energized, more awake than he's ever felt in the morning. Y/N flexes his fingers, staring at his hand as if seeing it for the first time. There's a sense of power coursing through him, something new and unfamiliar

The morning light filters in, casting long shadows across the floor. He's always been in great shape since football demanded it...but something feels different today, something more intense

With a mix of curiosity and unease, Y/N walks over to the mirror hanging on his closet door. As he gazes at his reflection, his eyes widen in shock

Y/N leans closer to the mirror, his hand brushing against his chest and arms. His muscles, which were already defined from years of training, now appear even more pronounced, almost as if they've been sculpted overnight. His biceps and shoulders have a newfound bulk, his abs are more chiseled, and there's a tightness in his skin that wasn't there before

Y/N: What the...

Y/N steps back from the mirror, his mind racing. He's not just stronger—he's faster, more agile. He can feel it in the way his body moves, the way his senses seem to be heightened, as if every nerve ending is firing on all cylinders

Y/N (V.O.): My muscles... they were bigger, more defined. I felt stronger...like I could take on the world. But it wasn't just that. Everything felt... sharper, clearer

Y/N decides he needs some normalcy, something to ground him in the midst of this strange new reality. He quickly throws on a shirt, the fabric feeling almost too tight across his newly defined muscles, and heads downstairs to the kitchen where the familiar sounds of breakfast being prepared offer a comforting routine.

As he goes down the stairs, the smell of coffee and bacon fills the air, and the murmur of his parents' voices drifts from the kitchen. He hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself before stepping into the room

Evelyn: Good morning, sweetheart. You slept a lot. Everything okay?

Y/N offers a reassuring smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's still trying to process the changes in his body, but he doesn't want to worry his parents. He grabs a seat at the table, trying to act normal, but his mind is racing.

Y/N: Yeah, I'm fine, Mom. Just... tired, I guess.

Victor glances up from his paper, his sharp eyes studying Y/N for a moment. He's always been perceptive, especially when it comes to his son, but he doesn't press the issue just yet

Victor: You're looking a little...bulkier, son. Been hitting the weights harder lately?

Y/N hesitates, his hand automatically moving to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous habit he's had since he was a kid.

Y/N: Something like that, Dad. I guess the workouts are paying off.

Evelyn smiles, placing a cup of coffee in front of Y/N. She reaches out to touch his arm, her touch gentle and loving.

Evelyn: You're growing up so fast, Y/N. Just remember to take care of yourself, okay?

Y/N nods, taking a sip of the coffee, but his thoughts are elsewhere. The changes in his body, the strange new abilities. He's starting to realize that this is much bigger than just a growth spurt or some extra hours in the gym. He glances at his parents, a pang of guilt hitting him as he thinks about keeping this secret from them.

Y/N (V.O.): I wanted to tell them... about the spider, about what was happening to me. But how could I? I didn't even understand it myself. So I just sat there, pretending everything was normal, while my world was flipping upside down

Victor, sensing something is off, lowers his newspaper and looks at Y/N with concern.

Victor: If something's on your mind, Y/N, you know you can talk to us. We're here for you.

Y/N meets his father's gaze, feeling the weight of those words. He knows he can trust them, but how do you explain something you don't fully understand?

Y/N: I know, Dad. Thanks.

Victor nods, still watching Y/N closely, but he doesn't push further. Evelyn, sensing the same unease, reaches out and gives Y/N's hand a comforting squeeze.

Y/N returns their smiles, trying to act normal, but deep down, he knows that his life has changed forever. And soon, his parents will have to know the truth...just not yet

Y/N (V.O.): That day was... weird... and amazing.

Y/N gets ready for school, his mind still spinning from the changes he noticed in the mirror. He's trying to keep it together, to act like everything is normal, but it's hard to shake the feeling that nothing will ever be normal again. As he grabs his backpack and heads out the door, he's greeted by the sight of his dad, Victor, waiting by the car

Victor L/N, a tough but loving police officer, stands by the driver's side, keys in hand, ready to drive Y/N and Peter to school. On most days, Uncle Ben would take the boys, but today it's Victor's turn. He's counting down the days until Y/N turns 16 and can finally drive his own car, a milestone Victor is looking forward to as much as Y/N

Victor gives Y/N a quick once-over as he approaches, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices the subtle changes in his son's physique. But he doesn't comment, thinking it was the usual teenage growth spurts.

Victor: Ready to roll, boys?

Y/N nods, throwing his backpack into the backseat before climbing in. Peter follows closely behind, his usual awkward smile in place as he adjusts his glasses. Victor glances at both boys in the rearview mirror, his expression softening. He's known Peter since he was a little kid, always seeing him as a second son. The bond between the two families is strong, built over decades of friendship between Victor and Ben

As they drive through the bustling streets of Queens, Y/N stares out the window, his mind drifting. The world outside looks the same, but everything feels different. His heightened senses make the colors seem more vivid, the sounds sharper. The entire drive feels like an intense sensory experience.

Y/N (V.O.): Dad and Uncle Ben were close, like brothers. Dad was a cop, and Ben was a retired paramedic. They'd seen their fair share of the city's rough side, but they always made sure to keep us safe. I always felt secure with Dad behind the wheel, but that day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something inside me had changed

Victor chats with the boys as they drive, asking about their plans for the day, but Y/N is only half-listening. His thoughts are elsewhere, still trying to process the changes he's experiencing

The car pulls up in front of Midtown High, and Victor turns to look at the boys, a warm smile on his face.

Victor: Alright, here we are. Make it a good day, and remember...stay out of trouble

Peter grins and gives a quick thumbs-up, while Y/N just nods, lost in his thoughts. As they step out of the car, Victor watches them go, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. He doesn't know what the day will bring, but he knows that whatever it is, his son can handle it

The morning classes pass in a blur for Y/N, his mind still adjusting to the strange new reality he's living in. He meets up with Peter, Gwen, Harry, and MJ between classes, exchanging the usual greetings and small talk, but Y/N's thoughts are elsewhere. He's more aware of everything around him...the way the light filters through the windows, the sound of students chatting in the hallways. Everything feels heightened, more intense

Finally, lunchtime arrives, and the group heads to the cafeteria. Y/N, as usual, finds himself with the jocks: Randy Robertson, Flash Thompson, Zach Cooper and Ned Leeds. They're loud, rowdy, and full of energy, cracking jokes and tossing bits of food at each other across the table. But Y/N's attention keeps drifting to the table where Gwen, Peter, and MJ are sitting

Deciding to join his friends, Y/N grabs his tray and stands up. As he begins to make his way over to their table, something catches his eye, a slight movement in the corner of his vision.

Liz Allan, one of the more popular girls at Midtown High, is walking past him with her lunch tray, oblivious to the small puddle of spilled soda on the floor. In an instant, Y/N's senses kick into overdrive. Time seems to slow down as Liz steps into the puddle, her foot slipping

Y/N (V.O.): It happened so fast...one second she was walking, the next she was slipping. But to me, it felt like time slowed down...and suddenly, I knew what I had to do

Without even thinking, Y/N moves. His body reacts with a speed and precision that surprises even him. In one fluid motion, he catches Liz around the waist before she hits the ground, his other hand darting out to grab her tray as it flies through the air. The food on her tray start falling in slow motion, but Y/N's reflexes are faster. He catches each item...without spilling a drop

The cafeteria goes silent as everyone turns to see what just happened. Liz, wide-eyed and breathless, looks up at Y/N, her heart racing from the near fall. Y/N, still holding her securely, quickly sets her back on her feet, handing her tray back with a small smile.

Y/N: You okay, Liz? That was a close one.

Liz stares at him in shock for a moment before a smile breaks across her face, a mix of relief and gratitude.

Liz: Yeah, thanks, Y/N. That was... incredible. How did you even...?

Y/N shrugs, trying to play it cool, though inside, he's just as stunned as she is.

Y/N: Just... good reflexes, I guess

As Liz walks away, still smiling and a little shaken, Y/N can feel the weight of everyone's eyes on him. The entire cafeteria has fallen into a stunned silence, all conversations forgotten as they process what they just witnessed.

He catches glimpses of his jock friends back at their table: Randy, Flash, and Zach...all staring at him in shock and awe. Even Flash, who usually has a quick sarcastic comment ready, is left uncharacteristically silent, his mouth slightly open

Zach, a professional instigator, leans over to Ned Leeds, another member of the football team, who's been watching the whole thing with a frown. Ned has never been a fan of Y/N, especially since Y/N took his spot as the starting quarterback...a move that still stings

Zach, noticing Ned's sour expression, can't resist stirring the pot. He nudges Ned with his elbow, a smirk playing on his lips as he makes a teasing comment

Zach: You gonna let him catch your girl like that, Ned?

Ned's his jaw tightens at the remark. He looks over at Liz, who's now sitting with her friends, still occasionally glancing over at Y/N with a look of admiration. The sight only fuels Ned's frustration. He's already had to swallow his pride once when Y/N took his spot on the team, and now it feels like Y/N is one-upping him again...this time, in front of the whole school

Ned forces a laugh, trying to brush off Zach's comment, but there's an edge to his voice that betrays his irritation.

Ned: Whatever, man. He's just showing off. Let's see how long that lasts

The final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, and Y/N heads to the locker room to get ready for football practice. The usual buzz of conversation fills the room as the team suits up, but Y/N's mind is elsewhere, still trying to wrap his head around the events of the day. His body feels different...stronger, more agile. But it's the newfound awareness of his surroundings that really has him on edge

Once he's suited up in his gear, Y/N makes his way out to the football field. The bright afternoon sun casts long shadows across the field as the team gathers for practice. The cheerleading squad is already on the sidelines, warming up and running through their routines. Y/N's eyes are immediately drawn to them, and more specifically, to Liz Allan

Liz and MJ are the most popular cheerleaders at Midtown High, their presence on the field as much a part of the school's identity as the football team itself. Liz, with her confident smile and effortless grace, has always stood out to Y/N, but today she seems to shine even brighter in his eyes. He can't help but watch her, his thoughts drifting back to the moment he caught her in the cafeteria

He knows she's Ned's girlfriend, a fact that's always kept him at a respectful distance. But something about today feels different. Maybe it's the adrenaline from the day's events, or the way she looked at him after he saved her from that fall. Whatever it is, Y/N finds himself unable to take his eyes off her as she moves through the cheer routine with practiced ease

Y/N (V.O.): I knew she was with Ned, and I tried to respect that. But there was something about her something that made it hard to look away. She was... amazing

Ned, however, is quick to notice. He's been keeping an eye on Y/N ever since they started warming up, and it doesn't take long for him to realize where Y/N's attention keeps wandering. He's already been feeling the pressure from Y/N's performance on the field, and now this Y/N's not-so-subtle glances at Liz...is the final straw

During a break in practice, while the rest of the team is hydrating and catching their breath, Ned decides to confront Y/N. He approaches with purpose, his expression set in a scowl. Y/N, busy wiping sweat from his brow, doesn't notice Ned coming until he's right in front of him.

Ned: You got a problem, Y/N?

Y/N looks up, caught off guard by Ned's tone. He can see the anger in Ned's eyes, the tension radiating off him in waves. It's clear that this isn't just about football anymore.

Y/N: What are you talking about?

Ned crosses his arms over his chest, his stance aggressive, his voice low so the other players don't hear.

Ned: Don't play dumb. I see the way you've been looking at Liz. It's disrespectful, man. She's my girl, and you're acting like...like you don't care about that

Y/N, already tired from practice and not in the mood for a confrontation, just smirks. He's never liked Ned much. Always considered him a pain in the ass, a bully who enjoyed throwing his weight around. And now, with his newfound confidence and powers, Y/N isn't about to let Ned intimidate him.

Y/N: So?

Ned's eyes narrow, his fists clenching at his sides. He wasn't expecting such a dismissive response, and it only fuels his anger further. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl.

Ned: "So?" That's all you got to say? You think you can just look at her like that because you're the big man on campus now? You think you're untouchable or something?

Y/N's smirk widens, unbothered by Ned's attempt to intimidate him. He's dealt with guys like Ned before. Guys who think they can control everyone around them with a few harsh words and a tough-guy act. But Y/N's not the same as he was before. Not anymore.

Y/N: Maybe I am. You got a problem with that?

Ned's face flushes with anger, his frustration boiling over. He's not used to being challenged like this, especially not by someone he already has a grudge against. For a moment, it looks like he might actually take a swing at Y/N, but he holds back, his jaw clenching as he struggles to keep his temper in check

Y/N's smirk deepens as he sees the frustration boiling over in Ned's eyes. Ned's face flushes with anger, his fists clenching and unclenching as he battles the urge to crash out. He's not used to being challenged like this, especially by someone he's already got a grudge against

Y/N: Tell you what. If you can tackle me once during scrimmage, I'll stop staring at Liz.

For a moment, it looks like Ned might actually take a swing at Y/N right then and there. His jaw is clenched so tight that the muscles in his neck stand out, and his eyes are locked onto Y/N's with a mix of anger and disbelief. The offer is a direct challenge to his pride, and Y/N knows it

Ned's eyes narrow as he glares at Y/N, trying to figure out if he's serious. The smirk on Y/N's face tells him everything he needs to know. This isn't just a game to Y/N, it's a way to assert dominance, to prove who's really in control

Ned: You're on

As the team lines up for scrimmage, the usual playful banter and camaraderie are gone, replaced by a charged atmosphere. The other players can sense the tension between Y/N and Ned, though they don't know the details. They just know something's about to go down.

The coach, oblivious to the undercurrent of rivalry, blows the whistle to start the play. Y/N takes his position, his muscles coiled and ready, every sense heightened by the adrenaline coursing through him. He's always been fast, but now, with his new abilities, he feels practically unstoppable.

Across from him, Ned's face is a mask of determination. He's already planning his move, watching Y/N's every twitch and shift, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. This is more than just football now. This is about proving himself...about putting Y/N in his place

The whistle blows, and the play begins. Y/N, despite being the quarterback, decides to make a running play, surprising the defense. He darts toward the line, his speed and agility putting him ahead of the other players. But Ned, playing as linebacker, is ready for him. He locks in on Y/N, his muscles tensing as he prepares to bring him down

Y/N sees the tackle coming almost in slow motion, his heightened senses giving him an edge over Ned. As Ned barrels toward him, ready to take him out, Y/N reacts instinctively. With a powerful burst of energy, he leaps into the air, sailing over Ned's outstretched arms

The crowd gasps as Y/N clears the linebacker effortlessly, his body twisting in mid-air as he lands on his feet, continuing the run without breaking stride. The first down is his, and the field is his playground

Y/N (V.O.): It wasn't just about winning the play. It was about showing him...and everyone else that I was untouchable. And in that moment, I knew I was something more

The next play begins, and the tension on the field is palpable. Y/N is back in position, his focus razor-sharp, while Ned is seething, determined to redeem himself after the last play

Y/N, sensing Ned's approach, reacts in the blink of an eye. Just as Ned is about to make contact, Y/N ducks low, using his momentum against him. With a swift, practiced motion and with a surge of strength, he flips Ned over his shoulder

The crowd gasps in shock as Ned's feet leave the ground, his body flipping through the air before crashing onto the turf. The impact is hard, and Ned is left sprawled on the ground, dazed and winded. Y/N, meanwhile, remains on his feet, barely breaking a sweat

There's a moment of stunned silence on the field. The other players can hardly believe what they just saw. Y/N, the quarterback, tossing the linebacker like a rag doll. The play has stopped, but all eyes are on Y/N as he stands over Ned, the smirk back on his face, a clear message sent

Y/N (V.O.): He came at me again, but this time, I was ready. I wasn't just playing football anymore. I was proving a point. And by the look on his face, Ned got the message loud and clear

Minutes later, the coach escorted Y/N off the field, the mood somber. As they made their way to the principal's office, Y/N couldn't help but replay the tackle in his mind. He hadn't meant to hurt Ned, but in that moment, he'd let his newfound strength take over, and now he was facing the consequences...

At the principal's office...

The principal sat behind his desk, hands folded as he studied Y/N with a serious expression. Y/N stood in front of him, trying to keep his cool despite the gravity of the situation.

Principal: Y/N, I've just spoken with the coach. It seems there was an incident on the field, and Ned's been taken to the nurse. They're saying he might have a fractured collarbone.

Y/N's stomach dropped at the mention of Ned's injury. He hadn't realized the full extent of what he'd done. The weight of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks.

Y/N: I didn't mean to hurt him, sir. It just... happened.

The principal leaned back in his chair, studying Y/N closely.

Principal: I understand that things can get heated on the field, but this is serious, Y/N. You're one of our star athletes, and with that comes a responsibility. To your team, to your school, and to yourself. This kind of behavior won't be tolerated, no matter the circumstances.

Y/N nodded, feeling the gravity of the situation settle over him. He hadn't just injured a teammate; he'd crossed a line, and now he was paying the price.

Principal: I'm going to have to inform your parents about this. I hope you understand the seriousness of what's happened

Y/N: I understand...

Hours later, after the incident at school, Victor L/N drives Y/N back home. The atmosphere in the car is heavy with unspoken tension. Victor, a man of few words, keeps his eyes on the road, his jaw set in a hard line. Y/N sits in the passenger seat, staring out the window, his mind racing with the events of the day. He feels a knot of guilt tightening in his stomach.

When they finally pull into the driveway, Victor cuts the engine and takes a deep breath before turning to face his son. Y/N meets his father's gaze, bracing himself for the conversation he knows is coming.

Victor: Get inside, Y/N. We need to talk

Victor gestures for Y/N to sit on the couch, and Y/N complies, sinking into the cushions. Victor remains standing, crossing his arms as he looks down at his son.

Victor: I just got off the phone with the principal. He told me what happened today. You injured that boy, Y/N. They say his collarbone might be fractured.

Y/N lowers his head, unable to meet his father's eyes. He's not sure what to say. He didn't mean to hurt Ned, but explaining that doesn't change what happened.

Y/N: I didn't mean to, Dad. It just... happened so fast. I couldn't control it.

Victor exchanges a glance with Evelyn, who steps out of the kitchen and joins them in the living room. She sits down beside Y/N, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

Evelyn: We know you didn't mean to, sweetheart. But this is serious. You need to understand the consequences of your actions. You're stronger than you realize, and that means you have to be more careful.

Victor's expression softens slightly as he sits down across from Y/N.

Victor: Son, you're growing up, and you're becoming a man. But with that comes responsibility. You're not just any kid people look up to you, both on and off the field. You can't let your emotions get the better of you, especially not when someone could get hurt

Y/N looks up, his eyes filled with regret and the weight of his secret.

Y/N: I know, Dad. I just... I didn't realize how strong I was. It felt like everything was happening in slow motion, and before I knew it, I hurt Ned.

Evelyn sits beside Y/N, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Evelyn: We just want you to be careful, Y/N. We don't want to see you get into trouble...or worse.

Victor nods in agreement.

Victor: You're going to have to face the consequences of what happened today. The school's going to decide on disciplinary action, and you'll need to make things right with Ned. But more than that, you need to think about your actions. You have to control yourself, Y/N.

Y/N takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of his parents' words and the burden of his secret. He knows they're right. He has to learn to control his powers, but for now, he'll have to face the consequences of his actions without revealing the truth

Y/N (V.O.): They didn't know the real reason why this happened. And I couldn't tell them. But I knew one thing for sure...I had to get a grip on this power, before it got the better of me again

After a long day, Y/N decides to take out the trash, hoping that some physical activity might help him clear his mind and make up for the mistakes he made earlier. As he heads to the garbage cans in the backyard, he notices the cool evening air and the faint sounds of a neighborhood settling down

As he's about to drop the trash bag into the bin, he hears a faint voice coming from the neighbor's yard. Curious, he pauses and tries to listen more closely. The voice sounds familiar...

...It's MJ's

MJ: Flash... I just need some time, okay? I need to think... it's not you...

Y/N's curiosity piques. He peeks over the fence and sees MJ standing in the neighbor's backyard, her posture tense and her expression troubled. Flash Thompson, on the other end of the line, is clearly not pleased with the conversation.

MJ: Look, I just... need some space. I'm not breaking up with you, I just need to sort out some things. I hope you can understand that

After a moment, MJ ends the call and looks visibly relieved yet conflicted. Y/N quietly retreats from his spot and heads back to his own backyard, feeling the weight of the day's events pressing on him. His mind is racing, not only with the consequences of his actions but now with the complexities of his friends' relationships

Y/N takes a deep breath and, despite his initial instinct to leave MJ alone, he feels compelled to say something. After all, they've been friends for years, and he's never been one to shy away from tough conversations. He steps forward, clearing his throat to announce his presence

Y/N: Hey... I... I didn't mean to eavesdrop.

MJ, startled, turns quickly to see Y/N standing at the edge of her backyard. She blinks in surprise, her emotions still raw from the conversation with Flash. For a moment, she's silent, unsure of how to respond

MJ: Y/N...it's okay. It's not like I was being quiet.

She offers a small, tired smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. Y/N can see the mixture of relief and confusion on her face. He takes a few steps closer, trying to read her expression.

Y/N: I couldn't help but overhear. You okay?

MJ shrugs, running a hand through her hair as she tries to collect her thoughts.

MJ: I don't know. I just...things with Flash have been... complicated. I needed a break, some time to figure things out, you know?

Y/N nods, understanding the weight of her words. The conversation with his parents earlier had already left him feeling off-balance, and now, seeing MJ like this, he realizes how much everyone around him is struggling with their own issues.

Y/N: I get it. Relationships can be... complicated. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here.

MJ looks at Y/N, genuinely touched by his offer. They've always been friends, but in this moment, she sees how much Y/N cares, not just about her but about everyone in their circle. She nods, offering him a more genuine smile.

MJ: Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot. I might take you up on that sometime.

Y/N smiles back, feeling a sense of relief that he was able to reach out to her. The tension from earlier seems to ease up a bit, and for the first time that day, he feels like he's done something right

As the silence between them stretches out, MJ glances at Y/N, a curious but hesitant look crossing her face. She shifts her weight, biting her lip as if debating whether to say what's on her mind. Finally, she decides to go for it.

MJ: I've been wanting to ask...you and Liz... what's up between you guys? Like... Ned wasn't exactly happy that you were checking her out today.

Y/N feels his heart skip a beat at the mention of Liz. He's always liked her, even though he knew she was off-limits. The fact that she's dating Ned, his former bully, only adds fuel to the fire of his jealousy. Today's events, the confrontation with Ned on the field, it was all about more than just football

He takes a deep breath, not wanting to lie to MJ but also not wanting to admit the full truth. He looks down at his feet, trying to find the right words.

Y/N: Yeah, I figured someone would notice.

He hesitates for a moment, then decides to be honest.

Y/N: I've always liked Liz. There's just something about her, you know? She's smart, funny, and... well, she's amazing. But seeing her with Ned... it gets to me. I guess part of me wanted to get back at him today, show him that I'm not afraid of him anymore.

MJ watches Y/N closely, her expression softening with understanding. She knows Y/N well enough to see how conflicted he is about the whole situation. She steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

MJ: Y/N, I get it. But you know that trying to get back at Ned like that isn't going to make things better, right? Liz isn't a prize to be won. She's a person, and she deserves to be with someone who likes her for who she is, not because they want to one-up someone else.

Y/N nods, the weight of MJ's words sinking in. He knows she's right. His feelings for Liz are genuine, but the way he's been acting isn't fair to her—or to himself.

Y/N: Yeah, I know. I just... I don't know how to deal with it.

MJ gives him a small, encouraging smile.

MJ: You don't have to figure it all out right now. Just... try to be honest with yourself, and with Liz. If you really like her, then let that be what matters, not your rivalry with Ned.

Y/N looks at MJ, appreciating her advice more than he can express. He nods, feeling a bit lighter after their conversation.

Y/N: Thanks, MJ. I needed to hear that.

MJ smiles warmly, giving his arm a gentle squeeze before letting go.

MJ: Anytime, Y/N. That's what friends are for

...

The Next Day...

Y/N finds himself in the Parkers' garage, the scent of oil and old wood hanging in the air. It's a Saturday morning, and instead of hanging out with his friends or practicing football, he's stuck here helping Uncle Ben as part of his punishment. The hum of a distant lawnmower and the occasional chirping of birds provide the only sounds as Y/N reluctantly scrubs at some rusted tools

Uncle Ben, who's been working on a car engine, wipes his hands on a rag and glances over at Y/N. He can see the frustration written all over the teenager's face. Deciding it's time for a conversation, he sets the rag aside and approaches Y/N.

Ben: So, Y/N... I heard about what happened with Ned yesterday. Want to tell me what that was all about?

Y/N sighs, not really wanting to relive the events of the previous day. He keeps his eyes on the wrench he's cleaning, but he knows Ben isn't going to let this go

Y/N: Ned's been a dickhead to me and Peter for years, Uncle Ben. He used to bully us, especially Peter. Yesterday, I guess... I just had enough. I wanted to show him that I'm not the same kid he used to pick on.

Ben listens, his expression thoughtful. He knows Y/N has been through a lot, but he also knows there's more to this than just getting back at a bully. He leans against the workbench, choosing his words carefully

Ben: I understand why you feel that way, Y/N. No one likes being pushed around. But getting back at someone like that... it doesn't make things better. It might feel good in the moment, but it usually just makes things worse in the long run

Y/N frowns, not really seeing it that way. He finally looks up at Ben, his frustration evident.

Y/N: But he deserved it, Uncle Ben. He's been a jerk for years, and I was just standing up for myself. For Peter, too.

Ben nods, understanding where Y/N is coming from, but he knows there's a bigger lesson here. He places a hand on Y/N's shoulder, his voice gentle but firm.

Ben: Y/N, I'm not saying you shouldn't stand up for yourself or for Peter. But you've got to remember that with great power, there must also come great responsibility. You're strong, and you're capable, but that doesn't mean you should use that strength to hurt others, even if they've hurt you in the past.

Y/N blinks, the weight of Ben's words hitting him harder than he expected. He knows Ben is right, but it's hard to let go of the anger and resentment he's been carrying for so long. He looks down at the wrench in his hands, feeling a mix of shame and realization

Y/N: I just... I didn't want to be the victim anymore.

Ben: I get that, Y/N. But real strength isn't about proving you're better than someone else. It's about knowing when to walk away, when to rise above the things that drag you down. It's about using what you've been given to make the world a better place, not just for yourself, but for others too.

Y/N takes a deep breath, letting Ben's words sink in

Y/N: I'll try to do better, Uncle Ben. I promise

As Uncle Ben heads inside the house to grab something, Y/N is left alone in the garage, his mind still buzzing with the weight of their conversation. But something else nags at him, something he hasn't fully come to terms with yet...his newfound strength. The memory of tossing Ned like he was nothing, the way he moved on the football field, and how easily he caught Liz in the cafeteria all flash through his mind

Unable to resist the urge to test himself, Y/N glances at Ben's old car, parked in the garage. It's nothing fancy, just an old sedan that Ben has been tinkering with for years. Y/N swallows hard, his heart pounding as he walks over to the car...

Taking a deep breath, Y/N bends down and grabs the car's bumper with one hand. He hesitates for a moment, then slowly begins to lift. To his astonishment, the car actually starts to rise, the front wheels leaving the ground by a few inches. It's not much, but it's more than enough to make his heart race

Y/N: Oh my God...

Y/N (V.O.): That's when I realized what power Uncle Ben was talking about...

As he stares at his hand, still tingling from the feat, Y/N realizes that this power isn't just a gift... it's a responsibility. And if he's not careful, it could become a curse

Later that day, Y/N finds himself at the local market, tasked with picking up a few groceries. It's a small errand, but after the revelations of the morning, everything feels different

When Y/N reaches the checkout, he places the items on the counter and reaches into his pocket, fishing out the few bills he has. As the cashier scans the items, Y/N realizes he's short on cash. Just five dollars shy of the total. He frowns, frustration creeping in as he looks at the cashier

Y/N: C'mon, man... it's just five dollars. Can you let it slide? I'll pay you back next time.

The cashier, a grumpy middle-aged man with a permanent scowl, doesn't even glance up from the register. He shakes his head, his tone curt and dismissive.

Cashier: No can do, kid. If you don't have enough, put something back. I'm not running a charity here.

Y/N's jaw tightens. The cashier's attitude rubs him the wrong way, especially after the day he's had. The old Y/N might have let it slide, but the surge of power coursing through him makes it harder to keep his temper in check

Y/N takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knows this isn't worth it. It's just five dollars, and no matter how much the cashier's attitude grates on him, losing his cool won't solve anything.

Y/N: Fine. Just take the eggs off.

The cashier grumbles but complies, and Y/N hands over the money, trying to keep his frustration in check

Y/N steps out of the market, his mind still replaying the tense exchange with the cashier. He tries to push it out of his thoughts, focusing on getting home. But as he's walking away, he suddenly hears a commotion behind him: A shout of alarm that makes him stop in his tracks

Cashier: Hey... he... he took my money!

Y/N glances back over his shoulder and sees the cashier pointing after a man who's sprinting out of the store, clutching a wad of cash. The thief darts into the street, weaving through pedestrians as he makes his escape.

But then, Y/N hesitates. After the way the cashier treated him, there's a part of him that doesn't care. The man wasn't exactly kind to him, and in the grand scheme of things, this isn't Y/N's problem. After all...he wasn't running a charity

Y/N continues walking down the street, the earlier frustration from the market still weighing on him. The hum of city life surrounds him, but a sudden, sharp noise pierces through the sounds of the afternoon. A loud bang, followed by a collective gasp from nearby pedestrians.

Y/N freezes, his heart pounding in his chest as he turns around to see a large group of people gathering. Their murmurs grow louder, filled with alarm and confusion. His instincts kick in, and he starts making his way toward the crowd, curiosity and concern driving him.

As he pushes through the group of onlookers, Y/N's anxiety mounts. The crowd parts slightly, revealing a disturbing scene. On the pavement lies Uncle Ben, his face contorted in pain, a dark stain spreading across his shirt

Y/N: Uncle Ben?

Uncle Ben's eyes flutter open at the sound of Y/N's voice. The old man's gaze locks onto Y/N's with a mix of anguish and recognition. He struggles to lift his hand, which is clutching the wound on his torso. His breathing is labored, and every inhale seems to be a struggle

Ben: Y/N... I...I...

Y/N drops to his knees beside Uncle Ben, his heart racing as he tries to comprehend the severity of the situation. The crowd's murmurs turn into urgent calls for help as people frantically dial emergency services. Y/N's mind is a whirlwind of panic and disbelief

The world around him seems to slow down as he reaches out to Uncle Ben, who looks increasingly pale. Y/N's hands tremble as he holds Uncle Ben's hand, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Y/N: Hang in there, Uncle Ben. Please, just hold on.

Uncle Ben's gaze remains fixed on Y/N, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and a faint, reassuring smile despite the agony. He tries to speak, but the words are barely audible, a strained whisper.

Ben: Remember... responsibility... always...

Y/N's heart aches at the sight, the weight of his earlier actions pressing down on him with crushing force. Tears well up in his eyes as he clutches Uncle Ben's hand, desperate to keep him with him.

Y/N: No, no, no, please don't... don't do this! Please, Uncle Ben, stay with me!

Uncle Ben's breathing grows shallower, the color draining from his face as he struggles to hold on. The paramedics work swiftly, but their movements seem almost too slow in the face of the urgency of the situation. The crowd's murmurs fade into the background, replaced by the harsh reality of what's happening before Y/N's eye

Y/N: Uncle Ben, I'm so sorry. I should've... I should've done something. Please, don't go. I need you.

Uncle Ben's eyes lock onto Y/N's, his expression one of both acceptance and deep affection. Despite the pain, he manages a weak but genuine smile.

Ben: Y/N... it's not... your fault.

With those final words, Uncle Ben's eyes slowly close, his body going still. Y/N's heart shatters as he feels the life slipping away from the man who had been like a second father to him.

Y/N: No... NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The crowd watches in solemn silence, their own emotions stirred by the heart-wrenching scene. Y/N's cries pierce the air, a stark expression of the pain and regret that now fills his heart.

As the reality of Ben's death sinks in, Y/N is left alone in his grief, grappling with the weight of the responsibility that now falls squarely on his shoulders.

Hours later...

Queens, New York

Inside the house, Peter sits on the couch, his face pale and eyes red from crying. Y/N gently sits beside him, trying to offer what little comfort he can

Peter: Y/N... is Uncle Ben...?

Y/N takes a deep breath, fighting back the wave of fresh grief that threatens to overwhelm him. He puts an arm around Peter, pulling him close.

Y/N: He... he didn't make it, Pete. He's gone.

Peter's face crumples as he sobs into Y/N's shoulder, the weight of their loss sinking in. Y/N holds him tight, his own tears falling silently as he tries to be strong for his brother.

The sound of the police personnel outside is a constant reminder of the tragedy that has unfolded. The officers move through the house, taking statements and gathering information, but their presence only adds to the somber atmosphere

Y/N (V.O.): I knew I made a mistake. I should've stopped him. I should've used my power to make things right. And now, I'm left with the consequence of my inaction

Emma (V.O.): And what did you want to do after that?

Y/N (V.O.): I wanted to get that goddamn thief... and rip him apart...

Days pass in a blur of grief, frustration, and a growing obsession. Y/N spends every waking moment trying to piece together the mystery of Ben's murder. He combs through every scrap of information he can find, but the lack of progress from the police only fuels his anger. He feels the weight of responsibility pressing down on him, the words of Uncle Ben echoing in his mind: "With great power comes great responsibility."

One evening, Y/N sits in his room, staring at the details he has about the thief...

Dennis Carradine. The name burns in his mind, a target for his growing rage. But despite his efforts, the police seem to be moving at a snail's pace

Downstairs, Victor is sitting at the kitchen table, reviewing some paperwork from the station. The strain of the past few days is evident in his weary expression

Y/N then storms into the kitchen, demanding to know the latest news about Ben's case

Y/N: What's going on with Uncle Ben's case? Why haven't they caught the guy yet?!

Victor looks up from his paperwork, surprised by Y/N's tone. He's seen his son angry before, but this is different...there's a desperation in Y/N's voice that he hasn't heard before

Victor: Y/N, I know this is hard, but these things take time. The detectives are doing everything they can. We've got leads, but it's not as simple as just-

Y/N: Not as simple?! A man is dead! Uncle Ben is dead! Your friend from decades is DEAD! And you're telling me it's not simple? What's the point of all this power if you're not going to use it to do something?

Victor stands up, trying to maintain his composure in the face of Y/N's outburst.

Victor: Y/N, I understand you're angry, but you need to trust that the system works. We can't just rush in without solid evidence. If we do, the guy could walk free. Is that what you want?

Y/N: Trust the system? What's it done so far? Nothing! All you cops do is talk about doing your job, but when it comes down to it, you're just as useless as everyone else!

Victor's expression hardens at Y/N's words. He's always prided himself on his work as a cop, on the sacrifices he's made to protect the city, and hearing this from his own son cuts deep

Victor's expression hardens at Y/N's words. He's always prided himself on his work as a cop, on the sacrifices he's made to protect the city, and hearing this from his own son cuts deep.

Victor: Watch your mouth, Y/N. You don't know what you're talking about. This job isn't as easy as you think it is. We're doing everything we can to bring this guy to justice, but there are rules, procedures we have to follow. You think taking the law into your own hands will make things better?

Y/N clenches his fists, his anger bubbling over into frustration. He wants to scream, to hit something, anything to release the tension he's been holding inside.

Y/N: I could have stopped him, dad. I could've done something, but I didn't. And now Uncle Ben's dead because of me.

Victor's stern expression softens at Y/N's admission. He steps closer to his son, his voice lowering to a gentler tone.

Victor: Y/N...this isn't your fault. You couldn't have known what would happen. Blaming yourself isn't going to bring him back. What matters now is that we do things the right way, to make sure this guy pays for what he did

Y/N turns away, the words offering little comfort in the face of his overwhelming guilt and anger. He's too wrapped up in his own turmoil to see the logic in his father's words.

Y/N: Maybe your way isn't the only way...

With that, Y/N storms out of the kitchen, leaving Victor standing there, a mix of concern and helplessness in his eyes. He wants to reach out to his son, to help him through this, but he knows that Y/N has to find his own way to cope with the loss

Emma (V.O.): And what did you do after that?

Y/N (V.O.): I grabbed one of my dad's old police scanners. Made sure he wouldn't miss it. Then... anyone who matched Carradine's description... I started looking for them

As the days pass, whispers begin to spread through the streets of New York about a new vigilante. Unseen, yet striking fear into the hearts of criminals, this figure operates during the night. And behind that mysterious mask is Y/N, relentless in his pursuit of justice.

In the dim light of his room, Y/N sits at his desk, crafting a suit that will conceal his identity. He picks up a black hoodie, its fabric thick enough to offer some protection but light enough to allow him to move freely. He pairs it with black pants, blending him into the shadows of the city he now patrols.

Finally, he pulls out a face mask, ensuring that no one will recognize him. Not the criminals, not the police, not even his closest friends

Y/N's hands move carefully as he assembles the final piece of his suit...web shooters. These devices, crafted with precision and skill, are the result of hours of work and countless lessons learned from Peter. He wasn't just a star quarterback... he was smart. Smarter than most people gave him credit for. Peter had taught him a lot over the years, and now Y/N puts that knowledge to use, creating something that no one else has seen before

He straps the web shooters to his wrists, testing them out with a quick flick of his fingers. A thin, strong web shoots out, sticking to the wall with a satisfying snap. Y/N smirks beneath his mask. He's ready.

Y/N (V.O.): I wasn't just a pretty face. I was smart... Peter taught me lots of things. So I worked hard. And I became something else...something that could get the job done when no one else could

Hours later, Y/N is crouched on the roof of a building, listening intently to the sounds coming from the police scanner

Police Scanner: We have a possible suspect on Dennis Carradine... he's going south on 5th Avenue. We got three cars in pursuit.

Y/N's heart skips a beat. This is it. The moment he's been waiting for. Without hesitation, he pulls his hood over his head, adjusts his mask, and flicks his wrist. A web shoots out, sticking onto a nearby building

Swinging through the city wasn't something he had much experience with yet. He knew his webbing could hold him...he'd done the math, tested it multiple times. But the thought of actually letting go, of trusting the web to carry him, made his hands tremble

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He knows that if he doesn't act now, Carradine might get away. The thought of losing Uncle Ben's killer because he was too afraid to take this leap of faith is unbearable

With a final, determined breath, Y/N steps off the edge of the building, letting his body drop for a split second before his web pulls tight, sending him soaring through the air. His heart races as he swings forward, the rush of the wind in his ears, the city lights blurring past him

Y/N: OHHH SHIIIIIITTTT!

It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but he doesn't let go. He swings from one building to the next, gaining speed, his fear slowly giving way to a sense of control. 

He can do this...

Y/N swings around a corner and spots the car speeding down 5th Avenue, weaving dangerously through traffic. The city's evening lights reflect off the car's windows as it tears through the streets with three police cars hot on its tail.

Y/N then lands on the hood of Carradine's car, the impact denting the metal. Without hesitation, he drives his fist through the windshield, shattering the glass into a thousand pieces. Carradine lets out a terrified scream as the car swerves violently, spinning out of control before crashing into a nearby pole

Carradine reaches an abandoned building, throwing himself inside and slamming the door behind him. The darkness inside is almost suffocating as he feels someone watching him. 

But before he can react, a hand shoots out from the darkness, clamping down on his shoulder with an iron grip.

Carradine gasps. In the blink of an eye, Y/N emerges from the shadows, his face concealed by the mask, his eyes burning with fury. He doesn't give Carradine a chance to plead or fight back. Instead, he pulls the criminal close, smashing his head against a nearby glass door with brutal force

The glass shatters as Carradine cries out in pain, blood trickling down his forehead as Y/N slams his head against the door again, this time even harder

But Y/N wasn't done. With a furious shove, he pushes Carradine against a nearby window, the glass creaking under the pressure. Carradine, now utterly terrified, raises his hands in a desperate plea, his voice shaking with fear

Carradine: Just give me a chance!

The rage inside Y/N boils over, and he pulls Carradine closer, his voice low and seething with anger

Y/N: What about my uncle... did you give him a chance!?

But just as he's about to let the rage take over completely, something inside Y/N falters. Uncle Ben's voice echoes in his mind, the lessons he taught him, the responsibility that comes with power. Y/N's grip on Carradine loosens slightly, the anger giving way to a deep sadness

Before Y/N can fully process his emotions, Carradine seizes the moment of hesitation. With a swift, panicked motion, Carradine pulls a gun from his jacket, aiming it directly at Y/N's head.

Carradine: See ya...

Y/N's reflexes kick in right before Carradine can pull the trigger. With lightning speed, Y/N twists Carradine's arm, the sound of the bone snapping under the pressure echoing through the room. Carradine cries out in pain, dropping the gun as he stumbles backward.

In his disoriented state, Carradine trips over a metal pipe lying on the floor. He loses his balance, crashing through the window. The window shatters as he falls from the building, his scream cutting through the air before he disappears from sight

The distant wail of sirens grows louder, approaching the scene. Y/N takes a deep breath, his body trembling as he fights to control his emotions. He knows he has to leave before the police arrive, but as he swings away into the night, the impact of what he's done lingers inside of him

Y/N (V.O.): I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was bringing justice. But all I felt...was emptiness

Y/N walks with his head down, hands shoved deep into his pockets. The guilt consumes him, each step feeling like a burden. He can't shake the image of Carradine falling from the building, the sound of the glass shattering, the feeling of the weight of a life taken

His mind replays the events over and over: the confrontation, the choice between letting his anger consume him or holding back. He questions every decision, every action. Was he right to intervene? Was there another way?

Y/N's footsteps slow down as he hears the sound of an electric wheelchair approaching. The sound is faint at first but grows louder as it gets near him. He turns around, confused to see a figure in a wheelchair illuminated by the soft glow of a streetlamp

???: Y/N L/N?

Y/N tenses, instinctively preparing for a potential confrontation. His hand moves towards his web-shooters, but he pauses, listening more closely. The presence isn't alone...he can hear the faint murmurs of other people nearby

The wheelchair's owner rolls into view, revealing a distinguished man with a commanding presence

Xavier: I'm Charles Xavier, and these are some of my students. We've seen what you've been doing... and we believe you have potential

Y/N: And what do you want from me?

Xavier's gaze is steady, his eyes filled with a deep understanding.

Xavier: We want to help you. You've experienced a great deal of pain and loss. Your actions tonight... they were driven by grief and anger. But we believe there's a path forward for you...one that doesn't lead to self-destruction. Let me help you control your gifts...