Golden sunlight spills across towering skyscrapers. The streets below are alive with movement—cars, voices, the constant rhythm of the city.
Then—
BOOM!
A massive mechanical tail tears through the side of a building, sending chunks of concrete crashing down.
A figure flips through the dust, narrowly avoiding the strike.
"Okay, seriously—does this guy ever miss?" the masked figure muttered as he narrowly dodged another strike.
"You may be wondering," the masked figure said, effortlessly flipping backward and landing on a streetlight, "who this incredibly handsome, athletic, totally-not-panicking hero is."
Author: Not really.
"…Ouch. Okay, that one hurt."
He flips mid-air, barely dodging the tail as it smashes into a nearby wall.
"Fine. I'll introduce myself anyway."
He lands against the side of a building, clinging to it effortlessly.
"Name's Alex Jones."
He crouches, eyes locked on his opponent.
"Used to be your average smart, introverted high school student."
He leaps—
THWIP!
Something shoots out, pulling him forward.
"Then I died."
"And woke up in someone else's body."
He swings past another attack, the tail missing him by inches.
"Now before you jump to conclusions, let me make one thing clear this wasn't some perfect second chance."
"Uncle Ben?"
Silence lingers for just a moment.
"He already died… before anything even started for me."
CRASH!
The tail slams toward him again—he dodges instantly.
"—Yeah, yeah, emotional damage later!"
He moves faster now, more fluid.
He yanks himself forward again. He delivers a sharp kick, pushing his opponent back.
"But let's skip all the boring stuff and let me tell you how."
"I."
"Became Spiderman."
(Now imagine the screen going black and Marvel appears in big red letters and web shooting under it spelling Spiderman).
This will be a harem and these girls will definitely be in it.
* Gwen Stacy.
* Felicia Hardy.
* Mary Jane Watson.
* Emma Frost.