Y/N's POV.

S.T.A.R.K Industries: New York Facility

My Name's Y/N, L/N and my routine usually is this. I'm a student in the day, working my job as a janitor at the S.T.A.R.K New York Facility by night. Although it definitely means I don't get much sleep most of the time, it's a daily challenge I have to face.

Things are different today, however. One of the top dogs invented a new type of metal liquid which is going to be showed off soon and janitors have been asked to take a day shift once is a while, today it's me who was asked for a day shift, included with a bonus pay of course. Rumors are the liquid came from the asteroid that fell a couple days before that Mysterio guy made himself known to the world, though the top dogs haven't really made a public statement about it yet, and who would discuss the details with a nobody janitor like me.

While I finish cleaning another mess, I hear a strict voice calling me out. "Hey, Janitor! I just stepped on this puddle you're supposed to clean up!" A man frustratingly calls out. There's will occasionally be someone who accidently steps their rich shoes on to something dirty, usually they just let out a small growl and walk past, some do call them out but nicely, not this guy, however.

Another man scoffs behind him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, what a tragedy. Get going, you got a meeting pal!" Someone named Mark Raxton roughly demands. The rude employee angrily, but quickly leaves, realizing a scene has been created. As said scene immediately dissipates, Mark glances and step towards me. "You're alright kid?" He asks in an apologetically way.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm... used to it." I half-lie. Mark excluded; everyone tries to be nice about it, but I can tell what they're thinking, and it still sucks not to get any respect just because I'm a janitor. But in a way I understand, it's not like I'm the C.E.O around here.

"Right, well um, listen...." Mark begins, looking around as if he doesn't want anyone listening. "I got a special something planned, and I wanted to ask if you're going to school tomorrow?" Mark quietly wonders.

"Uh... Yeah, what's up?" I hesitantly ask him as I move to the mess that was complained about earlier.

"It's the 'event' kid, what else?" When Mark mentions 'event' I immediately knew what he was talking about, letting the topic end right there. "Anyway, keep up the good work. And remember, don't let snobs like that keep you down!" Mark shouts as he leaves me to my job. I smile as I watch him enter an elevator. Out of everyone, Mark always picks me to have a conversation with. Some people guess it's because he just doesn't like hearing the same kind of conversations from his fellow employees during lunch breaks but it's still soothing none the less. His name is also similar to that kid's who has punk rock band, but I don't really pay much attention to that though.

A few minutes later, I finish cleaning up the puddle and my shift ends right around there, and I get my bonus fee as promised, goodness knows I need it. Now, time to head back to my apartment.

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About two days later, I'm in the New York streets trying to walk back to my apartment. A year ago, I would've always needed my GPS, now I'm able to remember my destination by memory. Suddenly I get a text and glance at my phone as I continue walking, it's just another political text from some person who wants me to vote for whoever this is about. 

I take a quick glance ahead and that is when I abruptly stop when I almost bump into a teenage girl while texting and walking, don't do it kids. "So sorry." I quickly apologize.

"You're fine." She assures. Usually I just continue walking after, but instead I stare for a few seconds, getting this feeling I know her from somewhere. Her dark skin, her black and brownish hair, and it's just something about that look... Then I recognize it all.

"Michelle? From midtown?" I try to politely ask her.  After a few seconds she recognizes me too. We aren't exactly close friends, but during the times I hang out with my friend Ned, I slowly got to know her from Ned telling me about her and the few times we talked. Wich was just small talk, by the way. And unlike her and the others during the school trip, I chose to stay behind since I didn't have the cash and my parents 'couldn't' aka, wouldn't, pay for it.

"Y/N? Ned's second-best friend?" M.J recognizes. Second? is that supposed to be a rank? Hope not. Anyway, I guess I should've known Ned's first-best friend was most likely going to be Peter. Yeah, I know of him too. While I don't usually run into Jones often, Ned always had Peter along with him. Not that it means we don't get along or anything.

"The... one and only." I respond, slightly awkwardly. "Um... How are you? How was the school trip, heard that quite the show happened over there." I ask her slightly eagerly. Trying to make small talk.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that" Michelle answers, nodding to herself. Before I could ask what that meant she asks me a question in turn. "Anyway, how have *you* been? Heard you got a job during the last school trip?" Michelle randomly asks.

"Yup, things have gotten... busy." I tell her. "But, I have used a tiny bit of my money to buy Spider-Man merch." I excitedly mention, pulling out a 'Spider-Rang'. Michelle looks slightly surprised glancing at both the merch and me. Feeling awkward I glance at the Spider-Rang and quickly put it away. "I'm a big fan."

Before I can try to find another topic for small talk, all of the screens around turn to a breaking news broadcast. "We come to you now with revelations about last week's attack in London. An anonymous source provided this video. It shows Quentin Beck, a.k.a. Mysterio, moments before his death." A voice announced. "A warning, you may find this video disturbing."

The screen then cuts to a phone pov that shows the superhero Mysterio with his mask off. "I managed to send the Elemental back through the dimensional rift, but I don't think I'm gonna make it off this bridge alive." Mysterio begins. "Spider-Man attacked me for some reason! He has an army of weaponized drones, Stark technology. He's saying he's the only one who's gonna be the new Iron Man, no one else!" He says panicking. 

Another voice then rings out in the video, something robotic. "Are you sure you want to commence the drone attack? There will be significant casualties." The voice seems to be speaking to Spider-Man.

"Do it! Execute them all!" Spider-Man commands the drone. Wait, execute? He's not saying... Suddenly I hear gunfire and screams ring out, implying people were killed. But that can't be true, right?

 The Video then stops after that. "This shocking video was released earlier today, on the controversial news website TheDailyBugle.net." The News anchor mentions. I know that website, the one ran by J. Jonah Jamison, right?

"There you have it, folks: Conclusive proof that Spider-Man was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio, an interdimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our planet, and who will no doubt go down in history as the greatest superhero of all time." Jonah announces to the world. "But that's not all, folks. Here's the real blockbuster. Brace yourselves, you might wanna sit down." Jonah then drawls out as the video appears on the screen again, seemingly at where it left off.

"Spider-Man's real... Spider-Man's real name is..." Mysterio tries to talk but the video keeps glitching. Eventually he is able to finish his message. " Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker!" He then finishes and a photo of Peter Parker is shown along with a pic of Spider-Man cutting in half of it. 

No.... No it can't be. He's lying! "That's right, folks. Peter Parker, a seventeen-year-old high school delinquent, harboring a homicidal..." Jonah then goes on after that but I manage to snap out of it after I remember that Michelle Jones is standing right next to me! 

"You should get out of here." I advise to her. She then looks at me, knowing I'm right and on que, people already begin to surround her.

"Are you Spider-Man's girlfriend? 

"You're Spider-Man's girlfriend?"

Suddenly Spider-Man A.k.a who know who, drops from wherever he was and tries to shield himself around Michelle. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Please don't touch her." He pleads to everyone.

"He's here!"

"You're just a kid?"

"You murdered Mysterio?" A woman walks up to Parker looking a little hostile. She then turns to Michelle. "You helped him Murder Mysterio?"

"Come on Spidey!"

"N-No, I....I didn't." Peter tries to protest but considering everyone just received a massive bombshell, I doubt everyone is listening to logic right now. The woman then tries to smack Peter, but he just pushes her hand away, grabs Michelle, and takes off with his webs.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! He hit me. Spider-Man hit me! He hit me. Spider-Man hit me!"  I feel Anger coursing through me upon hearing that. But I manage to restrain myself since punching this Karen straight in the jaw will send me straight to jail. Instead, I help Spider-Man by grabbing a man who tries to tackle the couple as Spider-Man managed to get himself and Michelle into the sky. 

Not wanting to risk the crowd coming after me next, I then rush home as fast can my feet and take me as Jonah's voice continues to ring throughout New York. "All this time, people looked up to this boy and called him a hero. I'll tell you what I call him: Public Enemy Number One!" Jonah aggressively states.

No. He's not the enemy.... right?

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After whom knows how much time of running, I reach the apartment complex, rushing inside the front door and making my way towards my room. "Rent!" The Landlord, Mr. Ditkovich calls out to me.

"Later!" I respond to him as I dive inside my room, shutting the door behind me. I drop my school backpack on the floor, not caring where it fell and quickly turn on the Television. Obviously, a picture of Peter Parker is shown.

Guess my channel is now showing the Daily Bugle. Which Is confirmed when the portrait shrinks to show J. Jonah Jamison again. "Spider Menace!" He begins.  "Governments around the world launched investigations into the murderer known as Spider-Man, a.k.a. Peter Parker, a.k.a. the web-headed war criminal, who for years has been terrorizing the decent citizens of New York." You know, this isn't the beginning of Jonah portraying Spider-Man as the Villain, but this is definitely the moment where his voice is the loudest and is mostly likely the one being heard. And as much as I hate to admit it, Jonah sounds really passionate about what he's saying, and that helps getting others to believe him.

"Well now, this city and the world see him for what he truly is." Jonah finishes as the screen now shows footage of someone, most likely a Mysterio believer, spilling green paint all over Spider-Man. "Murderer! Mysterio forever!" The believer shouts at him.

I stare at the news in disbelieve. Even if I wasn't already Spider-Man's, just seeing the chaos at one reveal just makes feel scared for Peter. Especially witnessing the New Yorkers reaction to learning to Spider-man is, is just... crazy, even if Mysterio painted Peter as his killer. 

As I continue to stare at my Television, my phone starts to ring, and I identify it as Ned. "Dude, did you see the news?!" He questions me, and I think I can hear his phone shaking in his hands.

"Who hasn't?" I sarcastically reply.

"Right dumb question." Ned apologetically comments. "Look, I called because I....." He stops for a minute, confusing me. ".....The Police want to talk to everyone associated with Peter Parker, including you." He tells me.

"Me? Why do they want to talk to me, I know jack about his personal life." I question him. And It's true despite all the times I hung out, we usually would talk about the recent news or and sometimes the latest gossip.

"Well....." Ned hesitates for a long time. "....I sort of mentioned you....."

"Are you serious?!" I aggressively shout into the phone.

"Dude I'm sorry, It just slipped!" He insists. "And Um...." Ned pauses *again*. Before he can finish however, I hear abrupt knocking at my door. "There're coming to bring you to the station."

You have *got* to be kidding me!

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New York Police Station:

Without any words spoken, the two police officers that came to my apartment, escort me to an Interrogation room. On the way there I glance at Ned, Peter, Michelle, and I also recognize Peter's Aunt May that he's mentioned a few times. Peter and Ned look guilty as they watch me be brought in for interrogation. Peter, most likely because he hates seeing someone, he only hung out with a few times be a suspect of being an accomplice, and Ned, because he's an idiot. While Michelle and May just stare sympathetic at me.

As I sit in the chair, I don't even need to wait for anything as a man comes inside. "Special Agent Curry, Department of Damage Control, sorry for bringing you on such short notice." The Man immediately introduces himself. "I'll try not to waste your time, so let's just start. Question one, what's your relationship with Peter Parker?" Curry interrogates.

"I'm his gay lover." I sarcastically say to him. Curry stares at me unamused. I'm sorry, but the way he said 'relationship' sounded like we were supposed to be dating or something. "Dude, I know jack about him. I just learned he was Spider-Man today!" I then answer honestly.

Curry writes something on a piece of paper. seemingly accepting my answer. "Okay, next question....."

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After like ten questions, I'm brought out. Curry recommending me to get lawyer to help clear my name from the news. The look on Ned and Michelle's faces give me a feeling they got a similar statement.

"I'm sorry for getting you dragged into this." Peter profusely apologizes to me.

"Me too." Ned also says. Looking like he just got caught by his parents. "I'm sorry I got you dragged into this as well."

"It's fine, really." I assure them. "This is probably the most important situation I've been caught into in my entire life." I say jokingly. Peter nods chuckling and I give him a comforting tap on the shoulder "Just... be careful out there alright." I then suggest. "Something tells me this is the.... storm before the bigger storm."

"Yeah..." Peter then grabs his face with both hands, exhausted by current events. Despite whatever happens, one thing is for certain. 

I do not envy Peter Parker.

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 That same exact day, I had a night shift, which I'm doing right now. Not much to mention really, same old, same old. After finishing up and preparing to head home I somehow run into Mark in his car. "Hey Kid! how are you?" He greets me.

"Same stuff, different day." I simply say to him.

"I know what you mean." He gestures inside his car. At first I refuse, but he insists and since I'm too tired to argue, I hop inside. Everybody is talking about how Peter Parker killed Mysterio." Mark says gesturing to the entire city.

"He didn't kill him." I then state. Mark looks at me, slightly surprised.

"Didn't think I hear that." He comments. After notice the look I'm giving him he raises his hands in defense. "Not saying it's a problem or anything, but I everyone seems to be taking Mysterio's side." 

"I just doubt the fact the Spider-Man would just drive himself to killing yet, that's all." I tell him. I know that Beck's message says otherwise, but it's really just too much to believe in one day. 

"So, what, you're saying Mysterio's message was all fake?" Mark queries. The more he talks about it, the more agitated I get.

"No, maybe, I don't know!" I abruptly bark out. "Look Mark, it's been thirteen hours since the big bombshell. So can we just talk about this later, when we've all had a time to think about it. Please?" I then plead to him right as we reach the Apartment Complex.

Mark nods "Sure Y/N, I was just talking-"

"I know" I interrupt him. exiting the car and shutting the door as I head to my room. I feel bad but after seeing an entire block of New Yorkers try to tear Peter's face apart, the topic is starting to become sensitive. *Very* sensitive.

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Tomorrow, I get my backpack and ready myself for school. And the situation is defiantly as I predicted. Besides Flash Thompson trying to promote himself as Peter's best friend, the entire front entrance of school is full of Spider-Man's supporters, or protesters who boo or cheer Peter and Michelle as walk into the school, holding hands as they realize the weight of the situation.

Me? Well part of me wonders if I am allowed to call Michelle M.J now.

"MJ, MJ, MJ! we love you! Are you going to have his spider-babies?" Okay, Maybe I have. Considering I don't say *that*. 

"Mysterio forever, Murderer!"

"Do a flip!" Bro, literally everyone can do a flip!

"Back off!" Ned angrily orders the last one. That's when they ask who he is. "Me? well I'm Spider-Man.... Peter Parker's best friend-"

"...Peter Parker's best friend. You come at my boy? You come at Flash Thompson!" Flash interrupts Ned. "You wanna read about our inspiring friendship? You can now from my new book, Flashpoint." Flash pulls out a book as Ned walks past him. "One spider, two hearts, a million crazy-ass memories. Check it out."

After walking past Flash, I notice Peter being scanned before he can enter, then Michelle is next.   "I'll... I'll see you inside, okay?" Peter calls out to his girlfriend. And I can't but help but feel bad for him. People wonder why super-heroes keep their identities a secret, well this is why. I wonder if I'm the only one who notices what they're going through right now as jog towards the entrance and receive my scan. 

"It's the soon to be-evil friend!" halfway there, I get red paint thrown all over me. Wonderful, great, fantastic, no respect for the little guy huh?

Why do I get the feeling this is only the beginning? Stupid cliché lines,

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A few months later,it's now November. I'm at my night shift. Nobody's here tonight besides maybe the security guards. Even though I'm not the only janitor, it always feels like I'm here for an eternity, always checking to make sure I got all the dirt off the floor or the walls, my body continuing to beg for a break despite me denying it such. Honestly, I don't what encourages me to work so hard. Maybe It's just because I always need money for something, or maybe there's something saying that If I work hard enough, I won't need to turn gambling to pay for everything I need.

Oh, right, I forgot to mention. That 'event' Mark mentioned earlier? Yeah... Let's just say I might have a gambling problem. It's the reason I was able to pay for Spider-Man merch in the first place. I'm not proud of it, but I can't help but notice how much I've gained in the past months. Keyword 'gained' The truth is, I now have a debt problem and If I don't pay it... Mark made it is goal to make sure I take it seriously.

He probably didn't need to anyway, the text I just got last week is now the only reminder I need.

???????

{$20.000. due by a month, we're serious.}

After finishing my shift, speak of the devil, Mark shows up in his car. He stops when he notices me leaving. "Kid, get in the car." He demands. After I give him a confused look, he decides to let out a small detail "It's about our money problem. I think I've got a solution." Mark then tells me. 

After hearing this, I nod and get in the passenger seat and Mark asks me for my address. After a while or so we arrive at the Apartment Complex. "Now can you please tell me what's going on." I question him pleadingly. Mark looks at me seriously and hands me a piece of paper

"You remember the experimental Liquid that was shown a few months ago, right?" He asks me and I nod to him. "I'm not going to bore you with the science talk. Basically, it's an organic-liquid, metal alloy. And It's worth more than both of our debts combined." He explains. 

I look at him, slightly skeptic. "You're not serious."

"I'm serious. This thing is worth 50 grand, and I'm ready to split half of it with you if you can help me.... you know." he tells me, giving me a knowing look. Even though he doesn't say it, the thought of stealing makes me nervous, I can feel my stomach react to the possibility of getting caught.

"You sure Mark?" I quaver. "Even if we manage to.... to take it, what if we still get caught, w-what if the police figure out it was us?" I bring up. This is an important item after all. Even after the public show, and demonstrating it months ago, the scientists still haven't deemed it safe. "Heck, for all we know, it could go unstable and blow up in our faces."

"Okay, *now* you're getting dramatic." Mark comments. He's probably right about that last statement. "Look kid, I get it, it looks like a big risk, but I've already figured out a plan for you to get in and get out, just like that." Mark reassures. "It's simple. You got the shift tomorrow, right?" I nod again. "Then all you have to do is go in, use this key-card and this container..." He pulls put an orange rectangular card from his pocket, a small cylinder container from his suit, and hands them to me. "Enter the lab for a few seconds, siphon a little bit of the liquid, get out. And we'll get the cash." Mark finishes, looking at me with anticipation.

I take a moment to consider then I remember the text I've kept starting at for the past week. Even if it's sent via text, I get a bad feeling every time I stare at it, bigger than even the thought of stealing from S.T.A.R.K Industries. I then know what I have to do. I stare Mark deep in the eyes.

"Name the time I have to do it."

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The next day, before my job starts calling, I make my way to a cafe Michelle supposedly works at. Ned called me and asked to meet up there for our college admissions, I somehow managed to get an admission from MIT, yeah, maybe I shot a little too high. Peter out of nowhere webs down right in front of me, immediately apologizing after. I told him it was all good though and head inside, Michelle giving us a silent greeting.

Ned is also already inside, nodding and we both sit at his table, letters in hand. "Okay, ready?" Michelle asks everyone, surprisingly nervous. Guess I shouldn't be *too* surprised.

"Jones, I thought I told you to take down the Halloween decorations!" The Store Owner abruptly reminds Michelle.

"Actually, that was Shasha, so...." Michelle calmly retorts.

"Enough attitude, just do it." The Owner ordered. I mean technically it wasn't really attitude, more like...... something else?

"On it." Michelle tells him, looking beat. Can't blame her. You know that guy reminds of Mr. Ditkovich it some way.

"I feel like I'm gonna puke." Ned nervously comments. And He's not the only one, really.

"Well don't, because he'll make me clean it up." Michelle asserts. Trust me, I know how that feels, because it's my job.

"I'll clean it up for you, it's my job after all." I jokingly suggest. Michelle slightly smiles and I proudly shrug. Yes, for the first time, I feel proud to be a janitor.

"That would be great." Michelle says thankfully. She glances at her letter and then at everyone. "Okay, you guys ready?" Michelle asks again. We all nod. "Okay, one, two, three." We eagerly open our letters. I read mine and it says.... what do you think? Rejected, we all look at each other in disappointment "No." Michelle tells us.

"No." Peter also says, he turns to Ned. "You?"

" 'In light of recent controversy, we are unable to consider your application at this time' " Ned reads his letter out loud. Everyone else looks like they got the same exact letter as well.

"Mine just pretty much says I suck" I mention, a little less disappointed. I kind of expected this after all.

"But I thought you were doing okay in school?" Peter says, looking confused. To which I awkwardly glance around, trying to explain what probably went wrong.

"Yeah, 'okay' might not be the right word...."

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"So, you got detention?" 

I glare at the screen in frustration. I swear, this is the hundredth time I've heard that sentence. "Yuuuuuuup." I bitterly say to it.

Please, someone kill me.

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"Oh." Peter looks away knowingly. Yeah, having a nightly job and the responsibility to wake up early for school is obviously not a good combination. But I do my best, I promise. Peter frustratingly sighs at the situation. "This is not fair. I mean, this is *so* not fair." He criticized the paper. "I didn't do anything wrong. And *you* guys definitely do anything wrong."

"Expect disappointment and you will never be disappointed." Michelle quotes. To be honest, I'm kind of in the same boat as her. Life has sort of turned me pessimistic, but maybe that's not an all-bad trait to have.

Flash Thompson then walks in, looking incredibly excited and singing some stupid sounding song. "No sleep till... Bam-bam-bam! Boston~!" His cheerful tone fades as he sees the look on our faces. "You guys didn't get in?"

"Yeah, because we're actually friends with Spider-Man." Ned bluntly explains. 

"Uh, yeah...." Flash awkwardly looks at his watch. "I better get going. There's a mixer for new admissions and....sorry." Flash quickly leaves the cafe, not wanting to stay any more than the atmosphere wants him to.

"Jones, what are you doing? Get back to work." The Store Owner commands Michelle.

"Yeah, coming." Michelle dryly says to him. "You know what?" Michelle rips the letter into pieces. "I wouldn't change a thing." She states before heading back to the counter.

"Me neither." Ned similarly tears the letter to shreds, but abruptly stops when he realizes something. "Although I could've shown this letter to my parents." He mentally smacks himself. Ned pats Peter on the back and leaves. Peter ponders the defeat in silence, no doubt feeling incredibly guilty for his friends.

To try and make him feel better, I then rip my letter into pieces the same way Michelle and Ned did. "Does that make me part of the friend group?" I humorously ask Peter, gesturing to the shredded letter.

Peter slightly chuckles. "You always were man." Peter answers. I feel my mouth grinning like an idiot upon hearing that. But I probably should've already known that. I notice Peter staring at some of the Halloween decorations and then his looks like he's immediately formed an idea. Before I can ask however, he's already taken off determined. Leaving me alone at the table.

I check the time and see I still have a couple hours before my shift begins. "Michelle, do you have any donuts for defeat?" I somberly ask her.

"Call me MJ." Michelle corrects me. I glance at her surprised. "We're friends, remember? And yes, I think I know what you mean." Michelle smiles knowingly and goes to fetch something.

I grin again. Friends, right, of course, friends. I have friends, and it feels good knowing that.

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We're back at S.T.A.R.K and this is it. It's time for the 'simple' heist. No matter what Mark tells me, I get the feeling it isn't going to be as easy as he says it is, or maybe something's about to go very wrong. My nerves continue to spike up every time I think about it, and I silently thank whoever can hear me for my job not requiring me to talk to many people, because I would probably just quaver.

Once again, the time has changed, and I now have to work during the day. I'm currently on one of the many floors where the lab I need to be in is located. Once Mark gives the signal, I'm supposed to use the keycard he gave me to sneak inside 'Chemical Engineering', where I then put some of the experimental liquid inside the canister I was given and quickly leave, pretending that nothing ever happened.

I glance at Mark for the one, millionth time, he's currently talking to the security guard in the room. After a few minutes, the guard jogs somewhere else and Mark nods to me. I quickly step to the door of Chemical Engineering and swipe the keycard on the reader, opening the door at the same time.

Inside is a huge room full of a bench technical stuff, almost start to stare at everything, but I shouldn't be focusing on that right now. I spot a tank full of orange liquid and approach it, the stuff looks just like the it did on the picture Mark showed me. I go up some stairs leading to the top of the massive tank and I carefully open the huge lid, I cringe as it makes a slight echo.

After taking a shaky breath, I take out my canister and use a hose to connect it to the liquid, where it then begins to siphon until it's full.

Come on, come on, go faster, a minute has passed and its only half-way full, go faster! 

Are you slow or something!?

Oh man, I swear I can hear violins playing loudly in my head! 

Oh no, I heard something, did you hear something? 

EVERYTHING IN MY BODY IS ABOUT TO THROW UP!

Oh, oh, it's done, thank gosh. I quicky disconnect the hose and close the lid my canister. I also remember to close the lid but before I do, I'm interrupted by a growl behind me. Oh, no. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, I've been caught. Help!

I slowly turn around, terrified out of my mind. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot something big, I then fully turn around to see....A big humongous Lizard-Man?!

"What the Fu-" I back away and my foot gets caught against something I'm unable to see before I fall into the liquid below. 

Pain courses through my body as I become covered with scorching heat! I then begin screaming and liquid decides to take the advantage to enter my lungs! Suddenly, gravity takes me away as something in the tank opens up and everything inside it pours out, me included.

After continuous struggle, I realize nothing hurts anymore, I'm.... fine? But something's wrong. My skin, it's different. My fleshly skin is replaced with charcoal, and molten lava pouring out of the tiny gaps in between. Although they both stick together, there's still tiny drips of lava leaking onto the floor. Oh my gosh. What happened?!

I look around in panic and I spot the canister of experimental liquid still intact, but then the Lizard picks it up! "Interesting..." It maunders. It then faces me. "What exactly is this place?"

"Give me that container!" I command it. I notice my voice is slightly different, but I don't care.

"And why should I?" The Lizard challenges me with a smirk.

"Give it to me!" I aggressively point at it, and fireballs shoots out of my hand, although the Lizard quickly dodges it by jumping to the ceiling. I look down at my hand in shock before quickly realizing what I can do. I then continue to shoot fireballs towards the creature as I demand the canister. 

However, it's quick as much as it is big, despite me blindly firing everywhere, it just jumps at another wall each time I try to hit it. It eventually uses its tail to knock me through the door and out the Lab. Everyone that was near, including Mark stares at the sight of the two us. The Lizard then grabs me and throws back onto the floor, and everyone runs away screaming. Thankfully, I'm able to shove the Lizard off, and get myself ready to fight this thing, I need that money!

The Lizard charges and throws punch, but I manage to catch it. Super Strength, check. I then land a punch of my own into it's chest and it shrieks back, but only by a step and is ready to hit me again.

As I rush to deliver more blows, it grabs both of my hands and throws me down through and into the lower floor. I recognize it as the cafeteria and that I landed on a lunch table, the scared looks of everyone around me is obvious. The Lizard then jumps on my chest and everyone who hasn't tries to evacuate already has done so now.

The Lizard looks down at me and looks at if it's ready to punch the crap out of me but gets distracted by the alarms ringing out, I take advantage and use my strength to shove him off of me again.

I then quickly shoot another fireball at him, and it lands, he becomes disoriented for a little while and I try to take the opportunity to land more strikes.

We exchange a few more blows, trying to get the other to give up. The Lizard then puts all is strength in a single swipe and knocks me away, though I'm able to stop myself against a lunch table. The Lizard then gets an idea and is strong enough to grab a table and throw it towards me, fortunately, I'm able to dodge it. Lizard gets frustrated at this and throws more tables at me with as speed he has, and unfortunately, the last one manages to hit me, causing me to fall to the floor for the third time.

However, I act fast and rapidly get up. The Lizard tries to jump on top of me but I hit it with a fireball, and it stops mid-air. We charge at one another, and we both catch each other's fists. "I'll say it again. Where. Am. I?" The Lizard aggressively questions me for a second time. After it does, my eyes catch the container on the ground, looking unharmed.

"S.T.A.R.K Industries you idiot!" I yell at The Lizard. Giving it a headbutt, then landing a punch with my now free fist, then shoving it away. I quickly grab the container with glee, but then I hear rapid footsteps. All of Security have surrounded us.

"Put your hands up! On your knees!" They order us. But I don't care, given fact my skin is practically charcoal, bullets will most likely not do any damage.

"Temporary truce?" I ask The Lizard in a friendly fashion. I don't want to risk damage to the canister, even if it's possibly indestructible.

"Will you answer my questions?" It acidly replies. Most likely frustrated that a third party had to intervene so it could ask whatever it wanted. Yeah, sorry Lizard man.

"I'll just take that as a yes." I use my free hand to shoot a fireball at a group of Security guards. They don't retreat however and begin opening fire. I then beckon towards the window and the Lizard grabs me with it's tail and breaks the glass, using it's claws to scale the wall while I blast anyone that tries to pursue us.

As Police then swarm in. The Lizard spots a sewer entrance and after it reaches a fair distance drops me but I manage to catch my fall. Before I can a remark, Police and Security try to stop us with their guns, but The Lizard uses it's tail to open the sewer grate and jumps down. And without it needing to say anything and I follow suit, shutting the grate before I hop down the ladder.

"You know, you could've warned me before you do that." I sarcastically remark at the fact I almost ate the dirt.

"What city is this?" It asks with a curious tone, ignoring me and looking further into the sewers. Like it's trying to spot something.

"New York city." I roughly answer. "Dude, what the heck even are you?" I ask questions of my own. The Lizard doesn't respond however and continues to face away from me. "How did you get in that lab without triggering the alarm? I mean you're a-" 

"Quiet!" The Lizard hiss orders. "There's someone here." It tells me. I stop and look in the direction it's facing. I think I hear it too, splashing, footsteps. It's dark however, and I can barely see who it is. The Lizard then abruptly charges forward at a scorching paste, and I rush to follow it. 

As I manage to make it an end, I see the Lizard pinning a man against a wall, strangely, it isn't a cop, an Avenger? The man acts fast and does some kind of spell that knocks The Lizard against the other side.

Either by instinct, or I want to stay true to the Truce. I launch a Fire ball towards the man. Somehow, He's able to duck before it can hit him, he looks at me with a tired expression. "You have got to be kidding me." He mumbles.

Planning to use my fists, I charge towards the stranger...... 

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-And end up slamming my head against a.... wall? My back hits the ground hard, as I look up shocked. "What just happened?" I mumble to myself. Seriously, where am I? this isn't the sewer. It looks more like... a basement. But how did I get here? And this thing I ran into, is it a....a forcefield?

As I look around the room, I hear a similar sound and see the Lizard in a cell next to me. He looks around angrily before his eyes catch me, and I simply shrug, I don't what happened either man. Good news though, the canister is intact! 

Then I notice someone else wondering around, without a cell. It's...... Peter?

Bro. What the heck, is even what?

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(A/N) Phew.... This is the *Largest* chapter I've written. But I *Really* wanted to make a decent origin story for Y/N's superpower instead of just planting the liquid on him and calling him a villain.

Well, okay, our boy isn't a villain *yet* but wait a while, and he'll eventually fall to the path of the Dark Side!

Anyway. Just as a mention, I most likely won't make the next chapters as long as this one, FYI.

Later...