(I don't think this is what you expected when you requested it, but I think it fits pretty well)

3rd Person POV

"Here at Marvel Wipeout, we have 20 of the volunteers. We have a postal carrier, a hot dog vendor, a security guard, a pickup truck driver, a retired general, a famous chess player, a librarian, a pageant judge, a mental patient, a police officer, a limo driver, a bartender, a strip club DJ, a Fed Ex delivery guy, an astronaut, a barber, a bus driver, a jobless guy, a gambler, and a high school student. They are about to put their bodies on the line, and test themselves on the toughest obstacle course ever built. Ever. In the history of the world. Some, will fail. Most, will fail. And only one, will win. This is Marvel Wipeout." The intro finishes and we the screen now shows the show's broadcaster, Stan Lee, with his co-host, Tony Stark.

"Hello, and welcome to a brand new series of Marvel Wipeout, where 20 normal people go toe to toe to win the grand prize, and that warm fuzzy feeling of being a Marvel Wipeout champion. It's probably the bruising." Is there anything different about the course? Ahh yes. It may look the same, but everything is a bit more deadlier and more wipeout-y. Now let's go talk to my co-host, Tiny Stank who is now down at the course, ready to help and support the contestants."  

We cut to see Tony Stark in his suit and sunglasses holding a mic, smiling mischievously. 

"First up, we have our dear hot dog vendor."

"Well hello there. I'm sure you know who I am?" Tony ask and smile his billion dollar smile.

"Sure do, son. You're the famous weapons manufacturer turned iron man! Everyone knows who you are." The hot dog vender smiled kindly.

"Well, I hope you all the best in the course, and I pray you don't get hit by one of those dodgeballs." 

The man thanked the other man, and when the timer starts, he was already well down the slide. 

Safe to say, the vendor got hit by the very first dodgeball thrown. 

Soon, the other contestants were hitting the bell, and there was only the high schooler left.

"Let's see a highlight from the past 19 contestants, shall we, Stan the Man? Let's get the clip rolling while we wait for our boy Peter Parker to get ready." 

"you heard the man, crew, cue the clip!" Stan Lee said cheerfully with a wide grin.

THE JOBLESS GUY

THE LIBRARIAN 

THE FED EX DELIVERY GUY

THE LIMO DRIVER

THE SCHOOL BUS DRIVER

THE ASTRONUAT

THE BARTENDER

THE BEAUTY JUDGE

THE FAMOUS CHESS PLAYER

THE POLICE

THE MENTAL PATIENT

THE SECURITY GUARD

THE STRIP CLUB DJ

 THE GAMBLER

THE WAR GENERAL

THE INTERGALACTIC BARBER

THE POSTAL DELIVERY GUY

THE TRUCK DRIVER

"Wow Lee, they look just like you." Tony smiled, amused at the situation.

"Yes...very peculiar indeed, Stank. And they haven't done very well in the course either. Let's hope our last contestant does better. Please welcome, Peter Parker! I swear I've seen this guy before." Stan Lee mused as the young teen stepped onto the platform, right next to Tony.

"Alright lad. This is the course. Do you think you have what it takes?"

"Of course, Mr. Stark." The young boy replied cheerfully.

"Please, call me Tony." He smiled kindly.

"Ok Mr. Stark" Peter replied with a cheeky grin.

"Why you little-" But before he could finish, Peter was already running down the slope, not afraid of tripping whatsoever.

"And he's off!" Lee yelled into the mic. "First up we got a champion dodgeball team! Can Peter pass through them unhit? Oh? He's actually doing it!"

As Peter ran across the slim piece of block he had to run on, his spider sense was going haywire. Incoming balls all over the place, but with his spider agility and spidey sense, he managed to pass through unharmed.

"Wow, would you look at that? Not hit at all!" Tony smiled, bemused.

Running on the circular foam on water is usually a hard task, but with his wits, he could easily estimate the weight he can assert without it wobbling. And since being half-spider does have its perks, he was as light as a feather and practically glided over the rolling block.

The dodgeball team had no mercy, throwing balls more frequently, trying desperately to hit Peter. (Meanies, I know.)

"On to the next course with Peter Parker! It's on to the sucker punch!" Stan Lee moderated, and laughed at Peter's face when he saw one nearly punch him in the face, but obviously, with his high-tech obstacles detector, aka, the spider sense, he dodged it just in time.

Now it's the time where everyone wishes they were bit by a radioactive spider, since it made the course so much easier for Parker.

Unfortunately, he was too focused with sticking to the wall (not like he had any problems doing that), that his spidey sense came too late- a punching fist collided with his...his you-know-what, he doubled in pain as he heard the howling laughter from Tony and Stan, but he managed to hang on to the wall (cuz duh, he's Spider-man).

"OMG GUYS, HOW IS HE STILL HOLDING ON? BUT NEVER YOU MIND. HE'S GOING TO BREAK THE RECORD. IT'S ONLY BEEN 33 SECONDS!" Tony was going wild on the ground, casually running to keep up with Peter.

The mud stayed untouched, and the cleaning team was glad of it.

"And now it's everyone's favourite obstacle...THE BIG RED BALLS! Heh, orange you glad they aren't blue balls?" Tony winked at the camera with his shit eating grin.

"Is he going to fail now? Is he going to make it across? Let's find out folks!" Stan Lee was also going wild in his little studio.

Peter knew he had no problem getting across those giant balls. At least he hoped so.

Running for extra momentum, he launched himself onto the first ball, then quickly shooting off to the second ball, however, he lost his balance on the fall, and landed face first onto the rubber surface, his mouth almost sucking the ball.

With his super sticky fingers, he willed himself to stick on the ball and slowly rise up and ready to jump onto the third one.

It was times like these he wished he didn't have a secret identity because swinging across the balls would've been so much easier. But not like he could shoot those white sticky substances out of his body just like that.

"Ohohohhh is he ok? The first face plant of the day" Tony wheezed between laughs.

With his super strength, he sprung onto the third ball and did a backflip, landing on the fourth ball successfully.

As he was slipping off the fourth, the sounds of the people cheering for him spurred him to jump onto the platform, but he barely hung on, the very tip of his fingers barely holding on to the platform.

With all his might, he put on a show as if he was struggling to pick himself up, when in reality, he would've been able to backflip up already.

"Is he going to hang on?" Tony asked the camera man who just gave him a shrug.

When Peter finally pulled himself up, the time was only 54 seconds, making it a new record.

Stan Lee himself personally went down to congratulate Peter because it was an obvious win, while Tony came sprinting up with the Marvel Wipeout trophy, presenting it to the smiling boy.

"Well done kid. I didn't doubt you one bit." Tony winked and handed over the trophy.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark, it's a real honor to be here, competing in this course. But then again, you already knew I was Spider-man." Peter said, completely forgetting the mic was turned on and facing him. 

"You sure are." Tony grinned and ruffled the young boy's hair.

He was soon surrounded by his family, who were all congratulating him and showering him with compliments.

After a while, he turned to the small crowd of wet and muddy people. "You guys did pretty well too." The boy addressed the other contestants with a warm smile, while they were all as star struck as the MC Stan Lee. 

"Wow kiddo. You really proved yourself today. I bet your classmates will go wild! After all, this is a very popular show." Stan winked at the boy then turned back to the camera man to close the show.

Timeskip

The next day at school, people were swarming Peter left and right, asking him how he did it, how it felt, and even Flash came up to Peter.

"So, how did it feel? It must've been pretty easy if puny Peter Parker could do it." Flash sneered.

"Flash, piss off. Even those grownups couldn't pass, and Peter made record time, he's good at this, why can't you just admit it? Besides, he's Spider-man. He said so himself." Abe scowled at the jock, still patting Peter's shoulders.

Flash stared at Abe with a death glare, not moving an inch until Peter piped up. "Wait. I did?"

"Yes Peter, you accidentally did but it still counts. Not to mention all the Avengers literally coming from the dodgeball place to congratulate you. In. Their. Uniform." MJ deadpanned and continue to sketch his shocked face.

"Pfft, as if Penis could possibly be Spider-man. He probably paid Tony and the rest of the Avengers to act like they knew him, but since Puny Penis is so poor, he must've sucked some cock to pay them instead." Flash growled with a smirk.

He marched up to where Peter was standing and forcibly took Peter's left arm. What he didn't expect was to drab such muscles and if you asked anyone there, they would tell you that Flash's face was priceless as he gripped Peter's biceps. And it would be lying if they said Flash didn't gulp and lick his lips, face extremely red but then turned around and ran off quickly.

-7 January, 2021

A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating, I actually kinda thought this book is done, but then again, I still have some requests left, so here I am, quickly finishing this chapter to update since it's my birthday (I'm finally 16!!!). I hope it doesn't suck too bad.