Peter makes fun of the Spot, gets his ass thrown into one of said Spots, well—spots, crashes into a forest, and hysterically trashes himself
Peter was having a normal day, emphasis on was. You see, he wasn’t even starting or butting into trouble, (like he usually does, shut up Anya), he was really just an innocent little Spider just trying to peacefully eat his hotdog of tastiness, with rat birds trying to take a bite, when an even bigger rat came and interrupted his break!
See he knew his Spidey-Sense was warning of him something but he was too busy absolutely chowing down on the hotdog he got from this super nicey vender! He practically teared up when the nice lady gave it to him. Peter is only 16 after-all, growing spiders need their food!
But there he heard, an annoying voice, (but not as annoying as his!),
“Behold Spider-Girl! This is payback for ruining my plan of getting rid of Spider-Man!” The Spot says as he has his spots all around him.
‘…Does the guy need glasses? Well, considering the black void on his face, it wouldn’t do him any good.’ Peter thought as he slowly gets up from the (heh—spot), he was sitting on, shoved the rest of the hotdog into his mouth, pulled down his mask, and turned to face the C-Lister (at best) Bad Guy, with his hands on his hips.
Spider-Man gives an exasperated sigh, “You know Spotty, I’m disappointed in you, that black void on your face made you not only lose your face! But also your vision! You’ve got the wrong Spider, but luckily you have the right time to make me kick your cow butt!” He says, as if he’s not facing a villain (C-Lister Bad-Guy) That already has his powers out and ready.
The Spot makes a surprised expression—at least Peter thinks he does?, “Spider-Man?! You’re not who I wanted!” Bad Guy yells as he throws his spots at the vigilante.
Spider-Man jumps up to dodge the spot that was heading towards him as he presses down on his Web-Shooters to shoot webs to the Spot.
“D’awww way to make a spider feel neglected an’ unwanted Spotty! You’ve just now been upgraded as a B-Lister Bad Guy, ya proud of yourself!” Spider-Man quips as he dodges more spots being shot towards him again.
’Seriously,’ Peter thought, ‘Why can’t Bad Guys and Villians change up their shtick a bit!’
The Spot starts to attack him, hand-to-hand, “The Spots are getting a little old man! Maybe that’s sayin’ somethin’ about your age!” Spider-Man taunts as he throws a kick towards Cow Mans’ stomach, making the man get thrown off the roof onto the streets.
Spider-Man whistles as he watches the Spot fly through the air and hit the ground, “An’ that’s a home run! The Spectacular Spider-Man does it again!” He drops down to the ground, light on his feet, walking towards the defeated ‘villain’.
His Spidey-Sense is thrumming on the base of his neck and skull, quitely, so he stays alert but keeps the nonchalant attitude. He stops as he hears webs coming towards him as a figure drops down.
“Hey Spidey, one of my baddies giving you trouble?” Spider-Girl says as she throws an arm around Spider-Man’s’ shoulder.
“Trouble?” Peter says, in an obviously offended tone.
“Nah he didn’t, but he an’ you might need to check your vision! He didn’t notice he got the wrong spider and you can’t see Spotty sprawled on the floor!”
Peter says as he crosses his arms, trying to shrug off Anya, but she grips her arm a bit before putting him in a headlock.
“Don’t be such a smartass with me SM.” Spider-Girl lets him go when he starts to squirm, Peter gasps for air and savors it, he should’ve learn not to play ‘smarts’ with Anya… not after last time.
He shudders as he thinks about it, as Spider-Girl heads towards the unconscious villain she doesn’t notice the twitch of his fingers getting ready to create a spot. But a certain spider on the scene does.
..Danger! Dodge! Save!…
Listening to his Spidey-Sense, protective instincts, and pure stupidity, he pushes Spider-Girl out of the way as a black spot launches towards him and swallows him whole.
All he hears was a panicked, “Spider-Man!” probably Anya, but all he could think was ‘Not again!’ as he falls threw the black void.
He prepares for the cold of the Artic again, as his back hits the ground he doesn’t feel chilly or feels the soft snow that made for a nice cushion last time.
All Peter feels is the grass pricking his suit, he groans as he tries to pick himself up, he puts an arm to his damaged one, since he landed on it wrong with his back.
He feels straps on his shoulders and something on his back, ‘Oh! My backpack, I remember that I was going to head to Horizon to visit Gwen… but got sidetracked by the delicious smell of hotdogs.’
Peter thought as he smacks his head with his palm, but he takes a look at his surroundings, thick and tall trees fill up his vision along with all the green, he gets sick of that color sometimes…
It reminds him of Green Goblin—laughing—hurting—! Peter quickly takes his mask off as he catches his breath, ‘Come on, breathe Pete, you can’t have a break down now in a gree—forest!’
He squeezes his mask just for comfort before putting it back on, Peter winces as he still remembers his messed up arm. He freezes when his Spidey-Sense hums roughly at the base of his skull…
..Curious? Hurt! Strange..
He quickly looks around, standing in one place, and shoulders tense, as he tries to pick up what is causing this pain at his skull and neck. And that’s when he hears it…
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“GET BACK HERE GHOST!”
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”Fuckin’ Parker Luck at it again.”