The Spider:AHero’s Awakening

I barely made it home in one piece.

Bruised, battered, and completely out of breath, I collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. The Sinister Six. They were real. And they weren't just some street-level punks—I had barely survived the fight.

Karen's voice chimed softly in my ear. "Peter, your vitals are concerning. Shall I notify Mr. Stark?" I groaned, peeling off my mask. "No… no Stark. I can handle this."

Lies. I was in way over my head.

The next morning, reality hit me like a freight train.

I dragged myself into school, every muscle screaming in protest. MJ was waiting by my locker, and she didn't look pleased.

"You look like hell, Tiger," she said, arms crossed. "And before you say it—no, it's not just 'school stress.' Spill." I forced a smile. "Rough night. Bad dreams."

MJ narrowed her eyes. "You're the worst liar, you know that?"

Before I could respond, Flash Thompson sauntered by. "Yo, Parker, the news says Spidey got his butt kicked last night. Any comment?"

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. "Nope. But thanks for your… insightful analysis, Flash."

He smirked and walked away. MJ studied me. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I lied.

The truth? I was terrified.

Later that day, my phone buzzed.

[Unknown Caller:] "Stark. Meet me at the Tower. Now."

I sighed. Great. Just what I needed.

Stark Tower – 5:00 PM. The place was as intimidating as ever. Towering glass, cutting-edge tech, and the weight of the world's most famous superhero standing inside.

"Kid," Tony Stark greeted, sipping a coffee as I stepped into his lab. "We need to talk."

I scratched the back of my head. "Is this about the whole 'almost dying' thing? Because I—"

Tony raised a hand. "No excuses. Sit."

I gulped and sat. He pulled up holographic footage from the Oscorp fight. "I've seen the playback. You're good, kid, but you're outnumbered. And let's be honest—you don't have a plan."

I opened my mouth to argue, but he was right. "Yeah… I kinda got my butt handed to me."

Tony smirked. "That's an understatement. But hey, learning curve, right?" He tossed a small device onto the table. "This? It's gonna help."

I picked it up and examined it. "What is it?" "Stark nano-tracker," he said casually. "Plant this on Osborn, and we'll have his every move tracked. Simple. Effective. Safe."

I frowned. "Safe? Are we talking about the same guy?"

Tony shrugged. "You wanna be a hero, kid? Then act like one. This isn't just about you anymore. These guys are dangerous, and I don't want to attend your funeral anytime soon."

I swallowed hard. "Got it."

"Good," Tony said, clapping me on the shoulder. "Now, show me what you've got."

The Training Session.

Turns out, when Tony Stark tests you, he doesn't hold back.

The lab transformed into a high-tech training ground, and suddenly I found myself dodging flying drones, energy blasts, and simulated obstacles.

"You're slow, kid!" Tony's voice echoed through the speakers. "Use those spider reflexes!"

I flipped over a drone, webbing it mid-air and yanking it into another. "I'm trying!"

"Try harder!"

Lasers fired at me, and I narrowly avoided them, sweat pouring down my face. I shot web after web, building makeshift barriers and using my agility to stay ahead.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tony shut it down. "Not bad. Still sloppy, but hey, you lived."

I collapsed onto the floor. "Barely."

Tony tossed me a water bottle. "Welcome to the big leagues, kid. Time to step up."

Later that night, swinging through Queens felt… different.

The weight of Tony's words, the looming threat of the Sinister Six, it all pressed down on me.

I perched on a rooftop, the nano-tracker burning a hole in my pocket. Planting it on Osborn wouldn't be easy, but it might be the break I needed.

Karen's voice chimed in. "Peter, Oscorp Tower detected activity on the rooftop. Shall I analyze?" I narrowed my eyes. "Do it."

A red outline highlighted figures moving across the rooftop, and my stomach twisted. Green Goblin. Osborn himself, in his full combat suit, overseeing… something.

I took a deep breath. "Alright, let's do this."

Sneaking into Oscorp wasn't exactly a walk in the park.

I crawled along the walls, keeping to the shadows, watching as Osborn spoke with someone inside. My enhanced vision zoomed in—Doctor Octopus. "Great," I whispered. "Double trouble."

I needed to plant the tracker, but they were too alert.

Then, my spider-sense tingled. I froze. Something was behind me.

Before I could react, a metal tentacle wrapped around my waist and yanked me into the air.

"Got you, Spider," Doc Ock sneered.

I struggled, twisting my body and firing a web at his eyes. He roared in frustration, dropping me just long enough for me to roll away and land on the rooftop.

Osborn's eyes locked onto me. "Spider-Man. You're persistent."

I grinned under my mask. "Yeah, it's one of my better qualities."

He lunged forward on his glider, and I barely dodged, flipping onto a nearby wall. "Let's dance, Gobby."

The fight was intense.

Doc Ock's arms lashed out at me like vipers, while Osborn rained pumpkin bombs down from above. I flipped, dodged, and did my best to keep them off balance.

I needed an opening.

I saw my chance when Osborn swooped too close. Timing it perfectly, I fired a web and latched onto his glider, swinging up and planting the nano-tracker on his back.

"Bingo," I muttered.

Then, I bolted.

Escaping was easier said than done, but I managed, swinging away into the night, heart pounding in my chest.

"Karen, did the tracker work?"

"Affirmative. Target is being monitored."

I exhaled in relief. "That's one step down."

Back home, I slumped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Tonight was a win, but the war was far from over.

If I was going to take down the Sinister Six, I'd need to be smarter, faster… better.

And for the first time, I realized—maybe I couldn't do this alone.