Unknown POV
The sounds of painful grunting could be heard.
A man dressed in a black fedora and a black vest with a white spider symbol could be seen beating someone up.
Up closer one could see he was also wearing a pair of gloves, a web-rippled black mask with white colored aviator styled goggles over it, and to finish it off he wore a black bowler hat.
"Alright blondie Imma give ya one more chance, where are the kids!" the costumed individual growled out.
"Pftt! Do you have any idea who I am, you freak?! I know people who will rip you apart once you-" the man was cut off by a hard punch to the face.
A satisfying crunch echoed revealing that the man's nose had been broken.
"AGHHH!!" he screamed.
"Blah, blah, blah your rich and you know a bunch of rich fuckers over at the clocktower. This isn't my first rodeo with you magi. Now you're gonna tell me where they are or...else I am going to have to get real creative," the mysterious person said.
"Do your worst Spider," the man growled.
"Alright I see how it's gonna be..." the person reached into his coat pulling out a small container of humus.
"I've been doing some research on ways to better extract information from people but in cases like yours's they don't always work. So I've had to get creative. You know what I am going to do with this container of Humus?" he asked.
"What could you possibly do with it? Feed me" the blond-haired man laughed, blood falling freely from his broken nose.
The masked man chuckled "nah I am not going to feed it you. Instead what I'll do is shove it so far up your ass you'll feel it hitting your rectum. Heh maybe more," he said with a crazy head nod.
This immediately caused the blond-haired man eyes to part "you sick bastard...you wouldn't dare!" he exclaimed.
"Oooh but I would," the costumed individual drawled out.
He opened the container and began scooping the humus out with a spoon.
Seeing this the man hurriedly thrashed about "wait! WAIT! WAIT! OK I'll talk! There's an entrance that leads to an underground area in the mansion. You'll find them and my workshop there!"
A sigh of disappointment escapes from my mouth "well that's a shame. I was looking forward to how you'd react but thanks for your cooperation."
I reached down to my concealed holster "wait what are you doing-" a loud bang went off as I quickly pulled out the gun and shot him square in the forehead.
Putting it back I tossed the humus behind me and started searching around for the hidden entrance.
Oh right, you're probably wondering who I am? Alright well pay attention because I am only going to say this once.
My name's Ben Riley and for the past two years I've been the one and only Spiderman.
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*Two Years Ago*
"This is your nephew's 10th time instigating a fight," said my middle school principal.
I rolled my eyes "are you kidding me I didn't even do anything it was Flash's fault-"
Uncle Richard cuts me off while maintaining full eye contact with the principal.
"Ben," he says calmly, the disappointment in his voice somehow louder than if he had shouted at me "it doesn't matter who started it."
I grit my teeth.
Of course it matters, it always matters.
"With all due respect," Uncle Richard continues, offering the principal a polite smile, "I'll have a talk with him."
The principal sighs, folding his hands "see that you do. Next time, there won't be a warning."
Outside the office, the hallway feels colder than it did before. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead. I shove my hands into my hoodie pockets and kick at a loose tile.
"It wasn't my fault," I murmured.
Uncle Richard doesn't answer right away. He waits until we're outside the school gates, the London air was thick with the scent of rain and bus fumes.
"Ben," he finally says, softer this time.
I glare at the pavement "he called me a freak and said my parents-" my voice cracks and I hate that it does "and I didn't even hit him that hard," I lamely finished instead.
"That's not the point," he calmly replies.
"Then what is?! I'm supposed to just let people walk all over me?" I exclaimed in frustration
Uncle Richard crouches down so we're eye level "you've always been stronger than the other boys your age, Ben."
"So what?"
"So that means you don't get to act like them."
I blink "what does that even mean?"
"It means," he says carefully, "that when you're given something others don't have strength, intelligence, or talent. You don't use it just because you're angry."
I scoff "so I'm just supposed to take it?"
"No," he says firmly, "you're supposed to rise above it."
I roll my eyes again, "no offense but that just sounds stupid uncle Rich."
He smiles faintly "ah it sounds that way now. But listen to me, Ben... with great power comes great responsibility."
I frown "what power? I'm twelve."
He taps my chest lightly "the kind in here. Then the kind over here," he reaches up tapping my forehead.
I look away, still annoyed with leftover anger "whatever I still say Flash deserved it."
"Maybe he did," Uncle Richard admits "but if you let your anger decide what you do, then one day you'll hurt someone who doesn't."
The thought makes something uncomfortable twist in my stomach.
He stands up and ruffles my hair "come on kiddo sulking won't fix anything."
"I'm not sulking," I pouted.
"You absolutely are sulking," he laughed.
"I'm just brooding."
"Yeah I don't think that's supposed to be a good thing either Ben."
Despite myself, a small snort escapes me.
"And," he adds casually, like it's an afterthought, "I figured after all this unpleasantness... we could head to the museum near St Stephan's tower. There's a new exhibit on historical weaponry. Thought you might like that."
My head snaps up "for real?"
"For real, real" Uncle Richard nodded with a grin "I think you'll like it when I show you some of the stuff they have from WW1 and 2."
The anger doesn't vanish completely, but it cracks like a windshield under pressure "so you're not a 100% mad at me then?" I shyly questioned.
"Don't get me wrong I'm disappointed," he sternly says honestly before letting it relax "but I'm always going to be on your side kiddo. Plus this will actually give us some time to kill before we have to explain what you did to your Aunt Mary," he added.
My face quickly went pale.
They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and my Aunt Mary was the very definition of that.
The last time I got caught up in a fight...I ended up grounded for a month, was fed my least favorite meals, and worst of all completely deprived of my precious egg creams.
I inwardly gulped at the thought of whatever punishment she'd come up with this time.
Uncle Richard seeing this proceeded to let out a hearty laugh.
I glared in response and proceeded to blow a raspberry at him out of pure spite.
-end of prologue-
Initial chapters will detail a bit into his origin stories before we jump back to where he starts searching the mansion.
I will confirm the blond man is in fact Atrum Galliasta.
This will also be the only time I do a sudden switch up in the way I write from Normal POV to MC's Personal POV.
From now on all narration and thoughts will be from the MC's POV.
He'll also have some powers from different Spidermen just to boost him up a little.