(◣_◢) Loser!Spiderman!Ellie masterlist
A new girl moves to your school in NY and it's just your luck you have to share a room with her. She seems a little bit odd, like shes trying to hide something, but sure, aren't we all?
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My name is Ellie Williams.
I was bitten by a radioactive spider and for like two days I've been the one and only Spider... man?
I think I should go back to where this all started though, then maybe this will all make a little more sense.
It all started out with me and my Dad, Joel. He died in a car crash a few months ago and I didn't really have anywhere else to go. His brother Tommy lives here in New York and offered to take me in. So, naturally, I accepted.
Now it's September, and he's forcefully made me go back to school because he thinks it'll be good for me. It means I don't have to spend every minuite of my life with him anymore, and that's a plus because I spent majority of my summer locked in his little apartment and could bearly breathe without feeling like was stuck in a really tiny cage.
I don't really have any friends. I mean, now that I'm at school I have to share a dorm with a girl, but other than that I'm pretty much a loner. I don't mind that too much though, expecially now that all of this has happened. I think it's for the better.
Where was I? Oh. The super-hero thing. To be honest, not even I know what exactly happened. I was walking down the street to my usual sit down spot and everything was normal. I had my sketchbook and journal as I always do. Stuff like this helps me take my mind off, well, everything. It's usually quite secluded, probably because it's an alleyway that leads down to the old subway station, but that's besides the point.
I sat down like usual and I was minding my own business, drawing in my sketchbook until this massive, weird-looking, glowing-blue and red spider bit my forearm. I don't even know how I failed to notice it crawling on me before it even got to the point of biting me. It had these two razor sharp, bright blue fangs that sank down into my skin and it wouldn't let go until I forcefully ripped the thing off of me and it just scurried away into the distance.
Aside from the fact the spider looked like some sort of radioactive beast, I didn't think it had actually done anything to me. Think is a keyword because seconds later I was hit with the most pounding headache that I've ever had to experience in my entire life. Everything went a funny colour and my vision was wonky. I could feel my blood pumping through my veins at lightning speeds and my ears just wouldn't stop screeching. Everything was hightened from my heartrate to all five of my senses and I was petrified.
I don't really know what happened after that. I passed out, I think. Then, I either gained conciousness or my memory kicked back in because I remember getting up off the cold, spray-painted concrete floor. grabbing my things and leaving. For some reason everything felt pretty normal, which was weird. Everything was hazy though. My memory, my vision, I think even my hearing and my balance were put off.
There was no trace of any punctures or any wounds on my arm, instead I was met with this odd scar that shoots out and sort of resembles really small strikes of lightning. It's still there and I think I'm stuck with it for life. It's hard to cover because It goes down about half the length of my upper forearm, I've just been wearing long-sleeved flannels and that seems to be working alright for now.
After that I remember walking back to Tommy's apartment, dazed and confused as to what had just occured. I still don't know if I fully believe it but I don't really have a choice either. This is my life now.
I woke up to my alarm on full volume yesterday morning. Just the thing I needed after an evening like I'd had the day before. I have to start school today. I have to walk into that stupid building and go to class and spend hours of my life looking at a bunch of algebra equations until I graduate. Great.
Atleast Tommy had already dropped most of my stuff off for me already.
So there I was, standing infront of my mirror, sleeve of my flannel rolled up to just above my elbow to reveal my forearm, weird scar still right there on my forearm, headache still lingering, but atleast I felt somewhat more secure and less hazy.
I didn't realise that anything was actually wrong until just before I'd left the house, that's when things started to become abnormal.
I pulled my sleeve back down. I slung my bag over my shoulder, shoved my phone into my pocket, placed my headphones around my neck and only when I went to pick up my keys did my hand stick to the table. It felt like I had practically gorilla glued my fingertips to the wood and they wouldn't unstick no matter how hard I pulled.
I stood there in shock like I was insane, attempting to reef my hand from the desk. They unstuck eventually, after I yanked them hard enough. That spider done something to me, to my blood, altered my DNA, that creature messed me up and now I don't know how to control myself.
I left swiftly with a mere 'bye' to a sleepy Tommy who did infact try his best to wake up as early as he could to be able to say his goodbyes to me before I left. I put my headphones on and I walked until I reached the front of the school and , reluctantly, went inside.
I'll skip the whole boring 'here's your schedule' stuff and the 'what's your name again?' stuff though. It was alright, I guess. Everyone had already been there for a week or two already and they all seemed oddly settled which made me feel like the odd one out. After the events of the evening before and thismorning I think I am the odd one out.
I sat infront of this guy in History and he kept throwing paper balls at me. It felt as though everytime he flung one I could feel it coming at me and I knew to move out of the way. Weird, again , I thought. Maybe that's normal and I'm just paranoid.
I did talk to this girl later on though, she ended up being my dormmate which I thought was pretty cool. She's got these slightly crooked glasses that I thought were cute but I didn't want to say anything incase she was too aware about the fact they were crooked. She did have a small, what I'll assume to be coffee, stain on on her sleeve too. Maybe she's clumsy. She helped me out with putting my stuff away and she's pretty nice.
While we did that though, it felt like my body was trying to rebel against me. I was sticking to things more often than before and it kept leaving this sticky, web-like substance behind that I'd have to try to wipe off once I'd yanked my hand unstuck before she noticed. I even broke my lamp because of it and then tried to use the webby stuff to stick it back together which didn't really work.
Everything was honestly great until I was mid-conversation and I experienced this really bizarre feeling that seemed to overpower all of my senses. That caused me to practically run away from her. I ended up back an alleyway. That alleyway. That same alleyway where I came into contact with that spider. The same alleyway that had this superhero suit thrown over the side of the bin when I walked in.
Who throws out a superhero costume?
It was red and blue with a spider decal depicted on the chest. It had webbing stitched over the entire thing which I thought was honestly pretty cool. The quality of it was truely unexpected and made me think that it must've been expensive.
I mean, it's not ripped, or stained or damaged in any way. Why would someone leave this on top of a bin that will probably never be emptied considering it's in a deserted old railway station?
Something inside of me made me put it on. I dont know what sparked that idea, or why I complied, but it fit me perfectly. Like somebody had taken my measurements and made the suit tailored to my body.
I thought it was stupid. Why am I standing here in a superhero costume that someone tried to throw out? That's what I thought until something clicked inside of me and things started to peice together like a jigsaw.
First of all, the suits based off a spider, second of all I am in the alleyway where a weird radioactive looking spider bit me on the arm, and third of all this webby stuff keeps sticking me to everything. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy, I swear on it.
That thought process made me look down at my forearm. There it was. The weird mark. The weird lighting looking scar. Right there. Right on the suit. Stitched in just like the webbing. It blended in so that nobody would ever notice. Nobody but the person with that mark. Nobody but me.
All of a sudden there's a massive boom that sounds out across the city. I pull the mask over my face and I run out to go see what's happened as I can hear screams and commotion from not too far away.
I'm met with a massive explosion that can be seen above the city. Smoke and big, bright, orange flames that engulf the sky. It's like an instinct. I would've ran away, sent myself back in the other direction. But I didn't, I ran towards it, faster than I've ever ran before.
I was nearing it closer and closer by the minuite. I noticed people looking and going in the opposite direction, but that wasn't going to stop me from running. Not right now.
I approached 52nd street as I slowed down. The majority of the crowd seemed to be on the other side of the explosion, distant sirens wailing and people freting for their lives. The fire trucks would take too long, the building would be ashes by the time they reached here.
That's when I had an idea.
The web stuff is strong, but was it strong enough to hold me?
I jogged up to the nearest building to the fire that I could. They were tall, massive buildings that were several stories high and the thought of that gave me chills. I planted my hand onto the old brick and it stuck, then I grabbed a pipe with the other hand, and planted my foot on a windowsill, and used my other to push me up further and it worked. I went as quick as I could, reaching the top of the building and running across the roof, trying my best to not look down as I jumped onto the next roof.
The building was burning fast. It was a part of an apartment block and it seemed that most people had evacuated in time but by the way I could see people were acting there was most definitely people left inside.
It's a far jump from this side of the street to the other, I'd never make that. I stood facing the burning building, my options were my morals and instincts or my life and before I could blink I had chosen morals. I ran and leaped as far as I could and one of those webs shot out from my hand and caught onto the building. I swung and landed roughly on a rickety balcony that I swore would've collapsed if I had stood on it any longer.
The balcony door was open and there was a family of three inside, terrified. The fire had made its way inside of their home and had blocked off the door, trapping them inside. I didn't speak and neither did they but I urged them out onto that same unstable balcony and made sure that noone else was inside. The fire had started to make it's way up the outside of the building now and my time was extremely limited.
Think Ellie, think for gods sake. I looked around begging for that weird sense thing to pick something up but nothing seemed to come to mind. Its atleast an eight meter drop and theres no way the three of them would be able to make it down there without atleast seriously injuring themselves.
That's when I see it, a rusty old fire escape. It's only a small jump from the balcony and definitely doable. I tell them to wait while I jump and drop down onto it. I call for one of them to come to the edge of their balcony, an older man comes first and I try to shoot a web onto him as a form of extra support which surprisingly works. It takes him a minuite but he jumps and lands beside me which seems to give more courage to the rest of his family as they follow.
I urge the man to go down the ladder and he's met at the bottom by a fireman, who must've arrived a few minuites ago. A boy about my age stepped forward next, then an older woman, who then both went down the ladder one after another.
The fire department seemed to have put out majority of the fire and evacuated anyone else from the building.
I panicked when I seen the amount of people on the street.
That meant I didn't follow down after the family and instead I shot a web up at the top of a building across the street, slinging across onto the roof. I look back down, news reporters, cameras that were probably live. Cameras that were probably live, zooomed in and pointing up at me.
I'm not supposed to be here. This wasn't supposed to be me. I turned around and ran, across the rooves of tall new york buildings, shooting webs facing buildings to cross roads, all the way back to the alley.
Nothings changed since I left, my stuff still in a pile in the corner.
I put my clothes back on and I took the suit off, stuffing it back into the bin, all the way to the bottom. It's all too much. That spider wasn't meant to come for me. That spider was supposed to go for someone else. Someone stronger than me. Someone older than me. Someone worth it.
Not some weird seventeen year old like me.
This is a good bit different from the first three parts of this series given that its written from Ellie's perspective [first person] rather than a third person narrative but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
I'd like to think that this is one of her journal entries
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