The afternoon is busy. People shopping, going to lunch, living their normal lives. Suddenly, the ground shakes.
A massive creature emerges from a collapsed building—a nightmare of twisted flesh and spikes. A Nomu.
Civilians scream and run in all directions, creating chaos. Some are frozen in fear. Others are trapped near the wreckage.
CIVILIAN 1 (panicked):
"What is that thing?!"
CIVILIAN 2:
"Someone call a hero! Now!"
The Nomu moves with terrifying speed, its trajectory taking it directly toward a group of pedestrians. A mother shielding her child. An elderly couple. Teenagers frozen in place.
Then, a red-and-blue blur intercepts.
SPIDER-MAN crashes into the Nomu mid-charge, diverting its trajectory. The creature's massive frame crashes into an abandoned storefront instead of the crowd.
SPIDER-MAN (shouting to civilians):
"Run! Get to safety! Now!"
The civilians scatter, but more are emerging from the surrounding buildings, unsure where to go. The Nomu recovers quickly, its dead eyes fixing on Spider-Man.
It charges.
Spider-Man barely dodges, using the creature's momentum to launch it past another group of civilians. He's not just fighting—he's herding the Nomu away from people.
SPIDER-MAN (cont'd):
"Go left! Left toward the police barrier!"
He catches a falling signage before it can crush a young boy. With one hand still holding the metal frame, he fires web lines with the other, creating a barrier between the Nomu and the crowd.
The creature smashes through the webs like they're nothing, but it costs him crucial seconds. Seconds he uses to push more civilians to safety.
ELDERLY WOMAN (calling out):
"Spider-Man! Be careful!"
SPIDER-MAN:
"I've got this! Just keep moving!"
But he doesn't have it. The Nomu is too strong, too fast, too durable. One of its claws catches Spider-Man across the ribs as he tries to block its path to a cluster of shoppers.
The impact is devastating. He's thrown backward, crashing through a storefront window. Glass and debris fly everywhere.
CIVILIAN 3 (horrified):
"He's hurt! Someone help him!"
Spider-Man pulls himself up, gasping. Blood drips from a wound on his side. His left arm is already favoring—injured or dislocated, he's not sure yet.
The Nomu advances on the crowd again. Spider-Man forces himself forward, intercepting once more.
SPIDER-MAN (through gritted teeth):
"I said MOVE!"
He launches a barrage of web lines, not to trap the Nomu but to create obstacles. Webbing between light poles, across doorways, anything to slow its path toward civilians.
The Nomu destroys each barrier, but each one costs it momentum. And each moment of hesitation gives more people time to escape.
A mother with a toddler is backed against a wall, frozen in fear. The Nomu charges directly at her.
Spider-Man doesn't think. He swings in front of them, taking the brunt of the creature's fist directly to his body.
The pain is white-hot and all-consuming. His vision blacks out for a moment.
MOTHER (crying out):
"No! Spider-Man!"
But Spider-Man is already moving, pushing the mother and child out of the way. He lands another punch on the Nomu—ineffectual, but it keeps the creature's attention on him.
SPIDER-MAN:
"Get them out of here! Please!"
The mother runs, carrying her child, joining the flow of civilians streaming toward the police barriers.
Spider-Man is badly hurt now. His movements are sluggish. His breathing is labored. But people are still in danger, so he keeps fighting.
He tries to web the Nomu's legs together, but his hands are shaking from pain and exhaustion. The webs don't stick properly.
The creature swings again. Spider-Man barely dodges, but the claw catches his shoulder, tearing his suit and drawing blood.
SPIDER-MAN (thinking, desperate):
I can't… I can't hold it much longer. But I have to. They're still—
Then, the sky lights up.
A golden figure lands between Spider-Man and the Nomu with earth-shaking force.
ALL MIGHT (booming voice):
"I AM HERE!"
The crowd erupts in cheers. All Might. The #1 hero. Hope incarnate.
The Nomu hesitates, confused by the sudden shift in power dynamics.
All Might doesn't hesitate. He moves into the creature with controlled fury, each punch precise and devastating. The Nomu is pushed back, away from the remaining civilians.
Spider-Man collapses against a wall, barely conscious. Through blurred vision and pain, he watches as All Might takes over.
The #1 hero is a force of nature. Stronger, faster, more experienced. He moves with tactical brilliance, protecting civilians even as he fights.
The battle is fierce but brief. All Might is simply on a different level.
After several minutes of intense combat, All Might delivers a final, devastating punch. The Nomu flies backward, crashing through multiple walls. It doesn't get up.
Police and hero support vehicles are already arriving, sirens wailing.
All Might turns to Spider-Man, who is slumped against the wall, bleeding from multiple wounds.
ALL MIGHT (approaching):
"You're hurt. We need to get you—"
But Spider-Man is already moving. With effort that clearly costs him everything, he fires a web line upward.
SPIDER-MAN (voice hoarse):
"Thank you."
ALL MIGHT:
"Wait! You're a child! You shouldn't be—"
But Spider-Man is already launching himself into the air, swinging away with desperate, uncoordinated movements.
All Might doesn't pursue. He watches the red-and-blue figure disappear into the urban landscape, his expression grave.
ALL MIGHT (thinking):
A child. Fighting monsters. Protecting strangers. Alone.
This is something far bigger than a simple vigilante operation.
📺 Scene: News Coverage – Immediate Aftermath
NEWSCASTER (on TV):
"A dangerous creature emerged in the downtown shopping district today, endangering dozens of civilians. While All Might was able to defeat the entity, it was a young vigilante known as Spider-Man who first engaged the creature—risking his life to protect innocent bystanders."
Video plays of Spider-Man intercepting the Nomu, pushing civilians to safety, taking hits meant for others.
NEWSCASTER (cont'd):
"Multiple eyewitnesses report that Spider-Man acted heroically, directing people away from danger and sacrificing his own safety. While his vigilante status remains controversial, today he proved himself a protector. The question remains—who is Spider-Man, and why does he risk everything for people he doesn't know?"
🌃 Scene: Melissa's Apartment Building – Rooftop Access – 4:47 PM
Andrew has been swinging for hours, the adrenaline and panic keeping him moving despite his injuries. But now, as evening approaches and the pain catches up with him, his movements are deteriorating.
He needs help. Real help.
Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, one thought: Melissa.
He changes course, heading toward her apartment building. His swings are erratic, desperate. Twice he nearly loses his grip.
He crashes onto her balcony hard, collapsing against the glass doors.
Inside, Melissa is watching the news coverage of the downtown incident. She's been glued to it for the past hour, her heart in her throat as she watches Spider-Man get battered by something she's never seen before.
The impact against her doors makes her jump.
She sees him immediately—a figure in a torn, blood-soaked Spider-Man suit, barely able to stand, mask cracked and damaged.
And even through the damage and the blood and the cracks in the mask, she recognizes the build. The way he moves. The familiar posture.
MELISSA (whispering in shock):
"Andrew?"
The figure doesn't respond. Doesn't even acknowledge her. He just collapses against the glass.
Melissa moves on pure instinct, sliding the doors open and catching him as he falls.
MELISSA (panicked):
"Oh my god. Oh my god, Andrew, what—"
She looks at his suit. The Spider symbol. The web-shooters on his wrists.
The realization hits her like a physical blow.
MELISSA (cont'd, voice shaking):
"You're… you're Spider-Man."
Andrew's eyes flutter open for just a moment. He doesn't deny it. Can't deny it. He's here in full suit, bleeding, barely conscious.
ANDREW (barely audible):
"…yeah."
That single word is admission. Confirmation. Everything.
Melissa doesn't waste time on shock. She pulls him inside, closing the doors behind them, and immediately assesses his injuries.
MELISSA:
"How bad?"
ANDREW (through gritted teeth):
"Bad. Need… two days. Just two days."
MELISSA:
"You need a hospital!"
ANDREW:
"Can't. Too many questions."
Melissa works efficiently, removing his damaged suit carefully. The injuries are extensive—bruises covering his entire torso, a nasty gash across his left shoulder, his left arm clearly dislocated, deep lacerations.
She retrieves her first aid kit (top-of-the-line, courtesy of Shield Corporation) and begins work with hands that only shake slightly.
Setting his dislocated shoulder takes all her willpower. Andrew nearly screams.
By the time she's done bandaging him—wrapping his ribs, treating his wounds, stabilizing his arm—dawn is breaking.
Andrew is lying on her bed, unconscious, his body wrapped in medical tape and gauze.
Melissa sits on the edge of the mattress, processing.
MELISSA (thinking):
My best friend is Spider-Man. The vigilante everyone's talking about. The one who just threw himself between a monster and innocent people.
Andrew.
She makes her decision then and there.
MELISSA (standing up, determined):
"I'm staying."
She pulls out her laptop and starts researching UA's Support Course curriculum. Her uncle will try to convince her to go back to New York. But she's not leaving. Not now.
Not when Andrew needs someone.
By the time Andrew wakes up hours later, Melissa has already sent preliminary applications and begun designing better protective gear schematics.
ANDREW (groaning as he wakes):
"Where… where am I?"
MELISSA (sitting beside him):
"My apartment. And before you ask—yes, I know. And yes, I'm staying in Japan."
ANDREW:
"Melissa, you don't have to—"
MELISSA (cutting him off):
"I'm applying to UA's Support Course. And I'm designing you better gear. Non-negotiable."
She shows him her laptop screen, filled with upgraded web-shooter designs.
MELISSA (cont'd):
"Because apparently my friend is determined to get himself killed fighting giant monsters. So somebody needs to make sure he has the best equipment possible."
ANDREW:
"Why would you—"
MELISSA:
"Because that's what friends do. We have each other's backs."
She stands up, hands on her hips.
MELISSA (cont'd):
"And your brother can't know. This stays between us. Understood?"
ANDREW (quietly):
"Okay. Thank you."
MELISSA:
"Don't thank me yet. We're going to have a very long conversation about safety protocols, about better gear, about not getting yourself nearly killed."
She sits back down, and her expression softens.
MELISSA (cont'd):
"But first, you rest. Two days, like you said. I'll handle everything else."