Ultimate Spider-Man System

"Fuuuuuuck."

Swearing and screaming, I suddenly jolted awake. Confused as Fuck, I sat up, my eyes darting around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Didn't I just die? Is this Heaven? No, wait… if Heaven and Hell were real, I would definitely be in Hell. I didn't belief in God after all. Well, and did some other stuff that would put me definetly in hell. Is this Hell? Please don't be Hell."

The walls were covered in pictures—none of me, but of someone else. Every photo featured a young man with the unmistakable face of Tom Holland. I furrowed my brow and looked down at myself. This wasn't my body. My hands, my arms—everything felt foreign. I wasn't… me anymore.

Before I could begin to process this, a strange, robotic voice echoed through the room.

"Host has woken up. Booting up the Ultimate Spider-Man System."

My heart skipped a beat. "The what?"

As if in response, a glowing blue screen appeared out of nowhere, floating in front of my face. It spoke again, calm and mechanical."Hello, Host. This system was created to ensure you have the best reincarnation experience possible. You can use your skills and powers to become the strongest and go down in history, or remain a nobody that the world will forget. The choice is yours. I, the Ultimate Spider-Man System, will provide assistance whenever needed."

I stared at the screen, dumbfounded. My mind struggled to catch up with what was happening, but all I could manage was a feeble, "What?"

Silence filled the room as I sat there, trying to make sense of it all. I thought back to my old life. I had been bedridden, deathly sick, with comics and online rants as my only solace. My greatest joy had been tearing apart "The Flash" series on forums—because, let's face it, it was trash.

My thoughts wandered to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, to how much I'd admired Spider-Man growing up, even if I'd hated how his story always ended in tragedy. Aunt May's death, Peter being forgotten by everyone, even MJ... and that old phrase: With great power comes great responsibility. What a load of crap. Spider-Man didn't owe the world anything. He wasn't some moral savior—he was a kid with super Powers. What responsibility was there, really?

I glanced at a mirror on the wall and froze. Staring back at me was Tom Holland's face, atop the body of a tall, lean 15-year-ish-old looking guy who seemed about six feet tall. My fingers instinctively reached for my stomach and I couldn't believe what I felt... toned abs, the kind I never had before.

"Wow," I muttered, my hands wandering lower lower, finaly landing in my Pants. "Wow, Tom Holland is seriously Packing."

Before I got too distracted, I turned back to the system. "Hey, uh, system? Why do I look like Tom Holland? Did I die and get reincarnated as him, Or Am I just some weird lookalike now, should we maybe go on talk shows together?"

"Host has been reincarnated," the system replied, its tone unchanged. "But not to your original Earth. Host has been transported to the Marvel Cinematic Universe."

My jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"

I paced the room, my mind spinning. Could this be real? I turned back to the floating screen, still half-convinced this was some kind of elaborate prank. "Is this a joke? Because if it is, I'm not laughing."

"This is not a joke, Host," the system assured me. "You are now Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe."

I froze, the words hitting me like a freight train. "You're serious?"

The system didn't respond immediately, which only made me more uneasy. After a moment and a little Panic Attack, I took a deep breath and asked, "Alright, if this is real, can I at least get a starter Set or have my own suit? I don't want to be a copy of this universes Original Peter Parker and swing around without Protection."

"System has scanned Host's body and is preparing the design and fabricate" it said. "Host can purchase a pre-designed suit or create their own design."

I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "Alright, so... can Isomeday also use other characters' abilities? Like Captain America's super-soldier serum, Iron Man's tech genies, or Hulk's gamma radiation powers? Is there a shop for stuff like that?"

"Yes," the system replied. "The shop is accessible through the main menu. Host can use system points to purchase abilities, equipment, and tutorials. However, only one tutorial or guide can be active at a time."

I nodded slowly. "Okay, with that I have a chance of survival, but first things first: I need a suit. Something unique. Something better." I thought out loud.

"Pling"

The screen flickered as the system began processing my request. Like in trance, I looked at the buffer circle and didn't know what to do. After a few minutes, it displayed a design: a sleek black suit with striking red lines running along the shoulders and sides. A bold red spider symbol adorned the chest, and the overall look was modern and intimidating. I studied the design and smiled.

"Not bad," I said. "But let's make it even better. Make it skintight, so the muscles show, add a protective layer for durability, some armor around vital Parts, and swap the mask for a helmet. Head safety's most important after all, well next to my fucking secret Identity. Never understood why he only wears a Mask, way to easy to rip."

The system acknowledged my request and got to work. Some Minutes passed as the design came to life. The finished product was perfect—a suit crafted from a flexible yet durable material that allowed full range of motion while remaining breathable. Armor Platings Around Vital Parts and A helmet with a cool hood. It was sleek, practical, and, frankly, badass.

(AN: Picture Here)

I Tipped the Suit on Button, it slipped on, and I admired myself in the mirror. "This... this is amazing and I can see even More then withot the helmet, Is that some kind of curved Glass? Hopefully bulletprove, dont want glass sharts in my Eyes" I said, grinning.

"Host has been provided with one free Bulletproof suit" the system informed me. "Future suits may only be created once every 12 months."

I frowned. "Twelve months? That's a long time."

"The system will notify Host when the next suit is available," it replied.

I sighed but nodded and pressed the Suit off Button, and it vanished into thin air. "Alright, fair enough. This'll do for now."

(AN: Change to third Person)

After spending more time pondering his current situation, he decided to fuck it and search online for information about the world's current state. After all, he needs to know comman knowledge, It would be bad If he had to play the,I forgot my whole life because of my Powers showing up, dude to get around.

Peter sat at the desk, the soft glow of the laptop illuminating his face in the dimly lit room. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he read through the articles about the Chitauri attack. The shaky videos, the accounts of destruction, the names of the fallen... it all felt overwhelming. The MCU wasn't just a collection of movies anymore; it was a living, breathing world. And he was now a part of it.

"Fuck, let's just hope this is only the MCU and not mutants, The Fantastic Four, or any of that other crazy shit," he thought. "The last thing I need is to deal with a robot uprising, a Dark Phoenix, or freaking Galactus."

Leaning back in the chair, Peter closed his eyes for a moment. The realization was sinking in: he wasn't just in a new world. He was Spider-Man, and with that as his Powers. He wasn't completely defenseless.

But then, the faint sound of footsteps echoed through the house. Before he could process it, a voice broke the silence.

"Peter! Breakfast is ready! Come on down before it gets cold!" Aunt May's cheerful voice called out from downstairs.

Peter froze. The warmth in her tone, the familiarity... it was all too much. For a brief moment, he couldn't move. The reality of his new life hit him like again and he fell into a little Panickattack again.

He glanced around the room once more, his eyes landing on the mirror. Slowly, he stood and approached it, his reflection coming into view. The face of Tom Holland looked back at him. His eyes scanning the unfamiliar features that now belonged to him, "This I will have to get used to" He thought, but his silence was interrupted again.

The voice came again, this time with a bit more urgency. "Peter! Are you awake? Don't make me come up there!"

Taking a deep breath, Peter stepped back from the mirror. There was no more time to think, no time to dwell on the impossible. Aunt May was waiting. He had a role to play, and this world wasn't going to wait for him to figure it all out.

Straightening his posture, Peter moved toward the door, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the silence as he opened it. He hesitated for a moment, his hand gripping the doorknob tightly. Then, with a deep exhale, he stepped into the hallway and made his way downstairs, not seeing that he dented his doorknob on accident.

At the bottom of the stairs, Aunt May stood with her hands on her hips, a playful smile on her face. "Finally! I was starting to think I'd have to drag you out of bed."

Peter smiled nervously, his thoughts still racing, but he managed to respond. "Sorry, I got a little distracted" His Aunt went into the kitchen, swinging her sexy curves. He couldn't help but notice the way her hips swayed as she walked, her tight pants clinging to her body. His gaze traveled down her legs, the smooth curves accentuated by the slightly high boots she wore. As she leaned forward to grab something from the counter, he caught a glimpse of her underboobs and nipples hanging down in her apron, causing his heart to race. "Wow, I got a mad Sexy aunt May" He thought and gulped while sitting down at the Kitchen table.

Aunt May placed a plate of food in front of him.

"Now eat up! We've got a lot to do today, and I can't have you wasting away." (AN: Picture Here)

"Thanks, Aunt May."

She smiled and sat down across from him.

Peter couldn't help but stare at the generous portion of bacon and eggs she'd made for him. His stomach growled hungrily as the delicious aroma filled the air.

As Peter took his first bite, the flavor exploded in his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring the rich taste. This was easily the best breakfast he'd ever had, and the thought made him sad. Back in his world, his mom was a terrible cook when she was even around. The best he could get was frozen waffles and cheap cereal. This was a luxury he'd never had.

But that was a life he would never have again. He had to make the most of the situation, and that meant enjoying every moment. While eating, he looked up sheepishly to catch a sneak peek of her nipples poking against her white blouse and his aunt's beautiful face. He couldn't help but stare. Her eyes were mesmerizing, the brown orbs sparkling with a warmth he hadn't felt since his parents died.

"What are you looking at, silly?" Aunt May asked teasingly.

Peter averted his gaze and blushed. "Nothing, I'm just not used to eating this much food," he lied.

After that tey ate in silence, the clink of silverware echoing throughout the room. When he finished, she rose from her seat and grabbed his empty plate, placing it in the sink.

Looking at her thick behind, he knew this wasn't the real MCU, This Universes Peter was way older than he was supposed to be and aunt may way too sexy for the Movie theaters of his home universe. But he couldn't care less right now, "How did I get a Mad hot aunt?" He thought.

Aunt May turned and faced him, a warm smile on her lips. "Well, let's get started then. We've got a lot of shopping to do."

"Wait, what? Shopping?"

"Yes, shopping. I've got to replace all your ruined clothes, and we're also going to need groceries." She said starting to wash the dishes.

"Ruined Clothes, maybe this universes Peter already webbed around a bit" He thought at that moment while he looked down at his hands and saw two little holes where probably web fluid would come out. "This is also different" He thought and looked up at his aunt again.

Aunt May glanced at the clock, her eyes widening slightly. "Oh, shoot, we'd better hurry. Traffic's going to be awful."

She ran in her room and came out shortly after with way less revealing clothes. Peter stood up and followed her out the door, a hint of nervousness in his gut. She grabbed her purse and keys and motioned for him to follow. He scrambled after her, grabbing his backpack from the living room and heading out the front door.

As he stepped outside, the sunlight nearly blinded him, and he shielded his eyes with his hand. Squinting, he made his way toward Aunt May's car, his mind racing. He had no idea how this new life would unfold, but one thing was certain:

He was no longer Peter Parker. He was Spider-Man.