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Silkster | A Spider Story (02)

Wordcount: 2,252

Summary: “In September 2018, NYC, college student Jonas Jaeger reels from his first experience with Spider-Man - only to realize his night with the spider is not yet over.”

Warnings: Very minor mention of blood and hinting to a character that passed away.

Author’s Notes: Like I said before, this started as a graphic design exercise for my MCU OC, Silkster. Eventually, it snowballed into a full-fledged-fic. This is just for fun and stuff like this always gets my creative juices flowing. Hopefully, you guys enjoy reading and maybe I can share more of this story (and maybe art?) as it develops. Welcome to part 2. ♡

『 02 』

I continued to run as fast as I could - far after the bridge had ended. The brisk September air of New York City dried out my throat from running so long; eventually, I had to stop to give my lungs a break. I must've run a full extra block before realizing I could no longer see Spider-Man or the thug he was now apprehending. I couldn't hear any signs of a struggle or anything of the sort. In fact, the city was quiet. I was left with only the sounds of crickets, light traffic, and the whistle of a soft wind tunneling from the bridge's north side.

I felt as my wrist throbbed. As I looked down, I saw the rough and slightly bloody scrape made when the chain got tugged from my arm. It was a small injury but in a very inconvenient spot. No matter what I did, every movement I made with my hand caused an ache. I tried my best to wipe the small amount of blood there was out of the way to get a better look at the damage. I remember wincing as I attempted putting pressure on the cut. I didn't even notice the figure above. Without warning, a massive thud came from behind me.

"That looks like it hurts," I heard through a muffled voice.

Without thinking, I spun around - swinging as hard as I could. I wasn't going to be a victim of this mugger again. Because, it is my luck, it wasn't the mugger. With one solid punch, I made contact with a familiar red mask. It didn't take long for the realization to hit me. I just fucking punched Spider-Man.

"Ow! Holy shi--" The masked vigilante yelled. He was silenced soon enough by my ever-growing panic as I reached for the spot I targeted.

"Spider-Man!" I shouted, "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear! I thought--" I remember my words just becoming one long jumbled mess as I tried to force out an apology as quickly as humanly possible. Somehow, saying it faster made it not as bad. I know, that sounds stupid. But, much to my surprise, my rambling was greeted by an overwhelming laugh coming from behind the mask.

"Hahaha! Don't worry about it! I shouldn't have snuck up on you." he said as he rubbed his cheek. Soon enough, his laughter began to calm.

"Still... I'm sorry." I didn't know if I should smile or not. Was it rude to act relaxed after punching someone? Spider-Man seemed pretty calm, so maybe I should follow suit.

"What's your name?" he asked me.

"Jonas, uh... sir." I looked at my feet, unsure of how to adequately address my protector. Was it like talking to a police officer? I figured I should be as polite as possible; That way I would avoid any chance at offending him.

"Sir?! What happened to just Spider-Man?" The vigilante chuckled as he gave his (probably now sore) face one more rub for good measure.

"Sorry." I apologized again, "It's just I've never met a hero up close and personal before." I felt embarrassed when I said those words for some reason. Calling him a hero to his face sounded weird. I felt my face flush. I think he noticed how uncomfortable I was.

"Well, Jonas..." Spider-Man said my name, stepping forward, "...that's a mighty strong swing you got there."

It was strange, I thought. People usually picture superheroes as insanely ripped and intimidating. They were essentially gods amongst men. But Spider-Man didn't fit that image, per-say. He was just about as tall as me and couldn't possibly be that much older. This revelation of mine didn't stop the nervousness in my voice from coming out.

"Haha... R-really? You think so?" I stuttered.

"Yeah!" he raised his fists in a confident stance, "I bet you could've taken that guy yourself if I didn't show up."

"Please... I was a wreck." I retreated, my eyes rolling into my head at the compliment that couldn't possibly be true, "I wouldn't have been able to do anything. I was pathetic." my voice faded into my natural shyness once more. Spider-Man stepped forward again, filling the space between us.

"Scared maybe. But not pathetic." He placed a firm hand on my shoulder, "And there's nothing wrong with being scared."

"You're not scared of anything. You're a superhero. You're Spider-Man." I argued. Don't ask me why. I think it was my nerves. When a superhero compliments you - take the damn compliment.

"Just because I'm Spider-Man doesn't mean I don't get scared. I was terrified when I saw that guy pushing you over the bridge." His voice changed a bit. He sounded concerned. I felt his hand tighten ever so slightly.

"You were...?"

"Uh, Y-Yeah I was." Now he was the one that sounded nervous. I felt his warm hand leave my shoulder, but he continued, "Scared... I wouldn't make it in time. Scared that I might've made things worse. Scared of the unthinkable." He paused. I couldn't see his eyes behind the mask, but I could tell he was looking right at mine, "But ultimately, I was scared of what might've happened if I didn't do anything at all."

The wind whistled once more. I didn't know what to say to that. What could I have said to that? In the end, a barely audible "Wow..." was all I could muster up.

"W-what? Did that sound stupid? Too cliche?" he began to fidget as he looked away. Was he embarrassed? The whole situation was so strange to me. Seeing the action shots of Spider-Man on the news was so much more different from actually seeing and speaking to him. He didn't seem like an authority figure or soldier. He wasn't super smooth or commanding. He was just... friendly. Were all heroes like this? It was actually kind of refreshing. Underneath that red leotard, this guy was supercharged - but still a sweet, funny, and regular guy. It's makes so much sense when you stop and think about it, but at that moment in time, the idea was so far from what I thought I knew about superheroes. I didn't see the people, I just saw the names and the masks.

I was silent for too long. I let out a laugh, "Haha, no. Not at all. It's just you never hear heroes admit to being scared."

"Oh..." I could hear a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

"It's a nice change of pace." I smiled

"O-oh!" He perked up, "Well, I'm glad!" Despite not being able to see his expression, I could tell he was smiling back at me.

Once again there was silence. Only the soothing sounds of the city around us. Spider-Man looked down at my scraped wrist.

"Uh... Hey! Let me take a look at that cut." He held his gloved hand out to me.

"It's not that bad." I tried to hide my arm behind my back. I didn't want to take up any more of his valuable time.

He persisted, "Give it here."

I complied. He trailed fingers across the cut. He was so gentle, I barely felt a thing. Granted, I was a little preoccupied tried to decern what was going on inside that concealed head of his.

"Might want to give it a proper cleaning, but you'll be alright." He lightly cupped his hand to my wrist, covering the wound.

"Thank you." I nodded, thinking he'd let go. He didn't.

"Does it hurt at all?"

"Not so much anymore. I really felt it when my--" I finally noticed the faint tan line on my arm was now exposed, "My bracelet!" I felt a sinking dread overcome me when I saw the empty space where my bracelet once was. I didn't want to let Spider-Man see, he saved my life after all. I was incredibly grateful. But still...

"Your brace--?" He began. Suddenly, he reached for his belt, "Oh! This?."

There it was, glimmering in his hand off the New York City street lights. I could barely contain my excitement, "You got it back?! Oh--" I began to stutter. I calmed myself and placed my hand on the bracelet, "Thank you, Spider-Man. You don't know how much this means to me.”

"Oh..." I could just make out what he said as I slid the bracelet out of his hand - in two pieces, "It's broken. I-I'm sorry." He was upset. I could hear it.

"It's alright." I clutched the bracelet to my chest. I smiled back at him once more, "I'd rather have it back broken then not have it back at all."

"That important, eh?" he inquired.

"Yeah," I said shortly, I didn't want to overshare. Heroes probably don't want to hear sob stories, I thought. "It's a long story."

"I've got nowhere to be."

I guess I was wrong, "Well..." I began, "It was a gift from someone important to me who's not around anymore."

"Who?" He asked. I must've unknowingly gave him a funny look, because he immediately tried to back-peddle, "I... I'm sorry, that's none of my business." I could tell he was trying to be compassionate, the least I could do was reciprocate.

So I told him, "An old boyfriend."

"Oh." I could tell he didn't know whether or not to continue to discuss the matter, but I guess he inevitably decided to proceed, "And are you two still...?"

"No, he... he passed away last year." I might as well tell the truth, I thought. We've gotten this far.

"Oh, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." I think it finally hit him that maybe this topic was a little too deep for a post-rescue conversation. He was sweet, and he was trying. How could I be upset about that?

"Don't worry about it," I tried to change the subject, "Thank you for saving my life... and bringing this back to me."

He perked up once again, I wasn't sure why. "Hey... can I take a closer look at your bracelet?" he said with his gloved hand outstretched once more.

"Oh, sure." I allowed, placing the damaged chain in his palm.

"Hold out your arm."

"O...kay?" I was confused, but I did as he asked, "But what are you--?"

He wrapped the two chains around my arm, holding them in place. With his other hand, he aimed precariously over my wrist. Suddenly, a small web shot out of the mechanism from his suit. The web was so little. It looked like that of a real spider - maybe even tinier. It slid around the broken piece of gold chain and connected the two halves. A second web shot out, joining the other side. It wasn't perfect by any means, but my bracelet was once again resting firmly where its been for the past year.

"This should at least hold it together again," he said as he ran his fingers across the newest addition to the chain.

"You...! How did you...?" I couldn't find the words.

"Uh... it's the web slingers." He answered the question I already knew the answer to.

"You... you really fixed it."

"So it's okay?"

"Okay? Are you kidding?" I was so happy to know that this silly piece of jewelry was still in my life, "It's more than okay. It's..." I looked at him. There it was again, I could tell he was making the most focused eye contact, waiting for validation, "...incredible." He sighed with relief. I stepped forward.

"Thank you, Spider-Man." I took his hand in mine, "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"N-no problem," His own grip tightened, "I'm just glad I could help."

We stood like that for what seemed like hours, but I'm sure it was just a few fleeting seconds. It was the howl from the wind billowing across the bridge that snapped me out of the moment.

"I... should be getting home," I said as I let go.

"You gonna be okay?”

"Yeah. I'm gonna wait at that restaurant over there," I pointed at the small diner that sat at the end of the street, "I'll call my friend to see if they can pick me up."

"You sure? I can take you home if you'd like," he said, pointing to the sky. God, I wanted to say yes more than anything. But I felt bad. It felt like I was misusing the police force or fire department. He has places to be.

"Yeah," I said softly, "I've taken up enough of your time. Besides, you've got a city to take care of."

"Haha... yeah." he chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Be safe out there, okay?"

"You too. Thank you, again." I wanted him to stay.

"It's all in the job." and just like that, he was gone.

There was silence once again. I was alone, but I didn't feel it. Part of me thought that he was still there, secretly watching me from the darkness above. It might've just been wishful thinking on my part, but it made me feel better. I pulled my phone from my pocket (whoops, I guess I was holding out on that mugger...) as I made my way to the diner. I had my signal back so I could've called an Uber, but I hoped Peter would be able to borrow his Aunt May's truck. I had a story I just couldn't wait to tell him.

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hallodraws · 6 years

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Silkster | A Spider Story (03)

Wordcount: 1,542

Summary: “In September 2018, NYC, college student Jonas Jaeger reels from his first experience with Spider-Man - only to realize his night with the spider is not yet over. Wait till Peter hears about this!”

Warnings: Light language, Very minor mention of injury

Author’s Notes: Part 3 of my story for my MCU OC, Silkster. While I love Infinity Wars, Spider-Man: Homecoming, etc, I love the rich history of the comics as well and wanted to write my own “Universe”. This is just for fun and I love researching all the different variations of the Spider-Man characters to compose my own story. Hopefully, you guys enjoy reading along and I can share more of this story and Universe (and maybe art too?) as it develops along the way. Welcome to part 3. ♡

『 03 』

It didn't take me long to get to the diner. I probably would've made it there faster if I didn't spend so much time staring at the tops of buildings, looking for that same flash of red looking back at me. Regardless, I made it. It was a cute little place called "Minnie's Diner." I looked inside to see if the place was open. Through the windows, I could tell it had a bit of a retro theme; with the brightly colored decor, checkerboard floor tiles, a neon jukebox in the back, and a colorful "Closed" sign on the door to complete the look. Damn. Still, I made a mental note to come back here again during their open hours.

It looked like their lights were still somewhat on, and there were a couple cars still in the lot, so I wasn't completely alone. I decided that sitting on the bench by the entrance would be a smarter and safer option than waiting out in the practically empty parking lot. As much as I secretly hoped it would summon Spider-Man again, I didn't want to risk becoming a target for other muggers. I'd prefer not encounter any more inner-city crime for the night.

I pulled out my phone and went through the favorites in my contacts until I found Peter - placed at number three right under "Mom" and "Gwen." I guess I could've called Gwen to come to pick me up, but she and the band had rehearsal tonight for their upcoming show, and I didn't want to interfere. Peter, on the other hand, told me he had nothing going on tonight. He loved talking about this kind of stuff, so I thought he'd get a kick out of my one-on-one experience with Spider-Man. I just prayed Peter was still awake as I pressed the call button. It was pretty late. He didn't answer right away, but before I lost hope and hung up, I finally heard him call out on the other end.

"Jonas! H-Hey, what's up?" He sounded a little funny, "What are you doing up? How did your date go?"

"Hey, Pete. Uh... Not great. It's kind of a long story," I didn't really know how to start the conversation, "Do you think you could pick me up?"

"Me?" Peter sounded surprised, "Y-Yeah! I think I could do that! Where are you?"

"Some diner called 'Minnie's.' I'll send you the location." and I did just that.

"Oh! That's not that far at all. I'll borrow Aunt May's truck and be there soon.

I tried to thank him, but he had already hung up. Peter seemed weird tonight. But to be honest, Peter always was acting at least a little odd. It was charming in a way and was one of the reasons we got along so well. He was different from most of the know-it-alls at Empire State University. Don't get me wrong, he's incredibly smart, and probably does in fact "know it all," but he didn't let that define him as a person. He was friendly, funny, and overall just a really genuine person that I enjoyed being around.

It didn't take long for Peter to show up in May's pickup. Peter always looked so happy when he got to drive it. I still remember the day when May got that truck. It was actually a gift for Peter when he started college. I was the one that had to keep Peter away from the house while May drove it home and put a big bow on it. It was by no means in excellent condition, but it was all she could afford. That didn't matter to Peter. Once we got back to his place and he saw May honking excitedly in the driveway, it placed the biggest smile I've ever seen on Peter's face.

Unfortunately, it didn't last. May got into a pretty bad accident maybe a week or so after. She was unscathed, thank god, but her car was another story. It was a wreck and in the end, couldn't be saved. Peter, being the good guy that he his, gave his "new" truck back to his aunt. She felt awful, but he said it was no big deal and that she needed it more than he did. Despite everything, I could tell he was still secretly bummed out at the situation. It was moments like this when he'd get to use the truck when you could see that childlike excitement back on his face again.

I walked to the truck, smiling at Peter as he waved at me from the driver's seat. I hopped in, and before I could even shut the door, Peter began.

"Hey!" he piped happily, "So what happened? To your date, I mean. Did you have fun?"

"It... didn't happen," I could tell my face dropped just a bit, "He never showed up."

"Wait, really?" Peter leaned forward, the cushion of the driver's seat squeaking beneath him, "You got stood up?"

"Yeah." I was fine before, still high off the excitement from meeting a hero. But having Peter say that reminded me why I was in that situation in the first place. I didn't know what to say, and Peter could tell. He reached across the cup holder between us, placing his hand on mine.

"I-I'm sorry, man. That's messed up." I could feel his thumb move in little circles, "Did he at least text you why? Maybe something came up."

"No, he didn't. But, Kyle posted a picture of him and his friends at a movie premiere at the mall, so I'm guessing he forgot or...maybe I'm just not "up there" on the list of importance." I took my hand back and half-jokingly made my hands look like two levels - the movie premiere representing the top hand, myself being the hand below.

"I get it! That new dinosaur movie looked pretty cool. I would've bailed to see it too." I joked. Peter didn't think that was funny and put his hand on my shoulder instead this time.

"Well, then his list must be broken. Movie or not, he really missed out on a great time tonight." again, Peter's thumb rubbed gently on my shoulder. I think it was something he just did without thinking, but it was still oddly calming and pleasant.

"Thanks, Pete. But--!" I guess I piped a little loudly. I noticed Peter jump ever so slightly, so I tried to decrease my volume, "My night wasn't all bad, depending on how you look at it."

"O-Oh?" Peter's voice began to quiver, I wasn't exactly sure why.

"You'll never believe it! I met Spider-Man!" I couldn't contain myself anymore.

"You did? Wow!" Peter leaned back, eyes wide, "What happened? And what did you think of him?"

"I--" I stopped. I realized I was at a loss for words. What did I think of Spider-Man? Naturally, I had a high opinion of him for saving my life, but how exactly could I put that to words? Peter looked like he was on the edge of his seat waiting to hear more. I knew this would get him excited.

"Well," I took a deep breath and started once more, "I think he's great. Great for the city, great for the people, and..." I felt my face flush. I looked at the door, away from Peter. I never talked to him about stuff like this before. It was kind of embarrassing, "...I just think he's really... great. He saved my life tonight, you know?"

"H-He did?" Peter looked like he was lost in the details of my story, "What happened?"

"I got mugged," I instantly saw concern come across his face, so I tried to lighten the mood, "I'm fine, relax! Spider-Man took care of the guy before anything terrible happened. He even got this back for me." I held up my newly repaired bracelet, unknowingly flashing my injury underneath.

"Jonas! That looks like it hurts!" he seemed to ignore the bracelet, reaching for my arm.

I let him examine my scratch, hoping it would calm him down, "I'm fine, Pete. It doesn't really hurt anymore."

"Still, it looks like it needs to be cleaned up." Peter trailed his fingers over my wrist, looking at the dry spots of blood speckled around the area, "My place isn't far. Let me take a better look and clean this for you. You can tell me more about Spider-Man when we get there." He smirked. How could I say no?

"If it'll make you feel better, okay Pete." I returned his grin, holding my wrist in my hand. As he started the car, I noticed Peter's smile not fading even a bit. I wondered why he was so happy. Was it that his night got to be more eventful then he had previously planned? Was he excited to hear more details about Spider-Man? Or was it just because we finally got to spend some much needed time together? We've both been busy, me with my gallery work and him with his tutoring, so we haven't had a lot of time to hang out together. I was glad. Tonight might not have gone as I had hoped, but it certainly was looking up.

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