Transformer in MCU

I'm Spider-Man, a superhero in New York City.

I'm a friendly neighborhood hero, a role model for elementary and middle school students around the world. I love helping people—fighting thieves, catching robbers, even helping old ladies cross the street. And no, I've never been blackmailed.

A while ago, I joined an academic exchange trip organized by my school and went to Pennsylvania. 

During that time, something major happened in New York, and the Daily Bugle slammed me like crazy, calling me a coward who fled without a fight—even though I wasn't even in the city. But does the truth matter to The Bugle?

The owner of that paper is a notorious cheapskate. He docked my pay and plastered the front page with headlines like, "Spider-Man: The Coward of New York." It's unfair—I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!

I often find myself at the top of the Empire State Building, surveying the city. It's quiet, windy, and isolated—the perfect place to think about life. For me, it's a sanctuary.

At least, it was.

That was until I met him—the most brazen, disrespectful, and obnoxious person I've ever encountered. He ruined everything.

And worse, he told me I was still too young.

...

"It's hot, it's hot."

With a freshly bought hot dog in hand, Spider-Man scaled the Empire State Building. It's a ritual of sorts for him. 

Whenever he's feeling excited, down, or just reflective, this is where he goes to clear his mind. The view from up here always helps calm his nerves.

It's a sacred space for him. Few people ever visit the top, and Spider-Man treasures this solitude. 

It's a place to keep his thoughts and, well, enjoy a really good hot dog from the stand near the Bugle.

"It's hot, it's hot!"

He juggled the hot dog between his hands to cool it down, relishing his little routine. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed someone else on the roof. Startled, he paused. It wasn't normal to see anyone else up here.

"Who's that?" he wondered, creeping closer to get a better look.

And that's when he saw it.

The stranger was standing proudly on the edge of the platform, unzipping his pants, and—unbelievably—peeing off the side of the Empire State Building. The man was aiming down 400 meters, the stream strong and steady, arching into the wind.

Spider-Man was horrified.

This sacred space, this pristine corner of the city that gave him peace—it was now being defiled in the worst way. His mind spun with disbelief.

The man's casual indifference only made it worse. How could someone do this?

"You—you—you—how dare you!" Spider-Man stammered, struggling to find words.

Downey, the man at fault, turned around with an indifferent expression. Spotting a red-suited figure, he recognized him immediately and relaxed, letting out a smug smile.

Spider-Man pointed at him, trembling. "Do you even know where you are? This is the Empire State Building! A symbol of New York City! The world knows this place, and you... you... disgrace it!"

Downey remained calm. "Yeah, I know. So what?"

"So what?! No one in the history of this city has ever done something so... so... vile!"

Downey glanced down and shrugged, smirking. "Guess they weren't as big as me."

Spider-Man's jaw dropped. His holy place, his beautiful sanctuary, was gone, shattered by one man's arrogance.

Pedestrians on the streets below were beginning to notice, too. Some glanced up at the sky, confused by the unexpected drops of "rain" on what was supposed to be a sunny day. A few cursed, blaming the weather forecasters.

"It's all Ross's fault," muttered one bystander, running for an umbrella.

Meanwhile, far away, in a cell, General Ross shivered, completely oblivious to the ongoing chaos.

Downey zipped up and adjusted his clothes, looking nonchalantly out over the city skyline. He squinted as if contemplating something profound. 

"You know, they say from up here, you can see five states," he remarked casually, as though nothing had happened.

Spider-Man, meanwhile, was regaining his composure. He realized the man in front of him wasn't just a random idiot. He had to be something more—after all, how did he even get up here?

"How did you get up here?" Spider-Man finally asked, his tone skeptical. "The doors are locked, and… you're not exactly dressed for high-altitude wall climbing."

"I climbed up, obviously," Downey replied, equally skeptical of Spider-Man's intelligence.

"Yeah, right," Spider-Man retorted. "I'm Spider-Man—I actually climb walls. You? You couldn't have climbed anything. I'd have noticed you. So, what gives?"

Downey shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I took the elevator most of the way. Then I crawled through a vent and scaled the last bit of the wall."

Spider-Man didn't buy a word of it. This guy's story had more holes than Swiss cheese. He knew something wasn't right. 

"Sure, buddy," he said sarcastically. "And I suppose you own the Empire State Building, too?"

Downey just waved him off, suddenly uninterested in the conversation. "Are you going down? Carry me—I'm tired."

Spider-Man blinked in disbelief. This guy's audacity knew no bounds.

Not far away, a small drone hovered near the building, capturing everything. Spider-Man had noticed it earlier, but thought it belonged to some government agency monitoring him. 

But no—it was following him specifically. Wherever he went, the drone went. It wasn't even trying to hide.

In the headquarters of the Daily Bugle, J. Jonah Jameson was glued to the live feed, his eyes alight with excitement. 

His laughter echoed through the office as he watched the footage unfold, a devious grin spreading across his face.

"Finally, spidey, I got you," Jameson muttered gleefully to himself.

"SPIDER-MAN CAUGHT IN THE ACT!" would be tomorrow's headline. He couldn't wait.

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Sayo nara minaa~~