Black Sheep (Part 1)
Summary: Not only are you the outcast at school, but also in the hero world. After a gruesome fight, you realize maybe being different isn’t so bad afterall.
A/N: Not requested, but I’m super excited to start this series
Warnings: Bullying, swearing, fire, murder, blood
“Whaddup, it’s Penis Parker!”
The yell coming from Flash’s idiotic mouth made you turn your head to see him perched over Peter’s shoulder, staring him down. He muttered an incoherent phrase for a response, which made Flash grab him and turn him around, slamming his back into the open locker.
“What did you say to me, punk? Do you really wanna test me now?”
Ned emerged from the crowd surrounding the fight and pushed himself between Flash and Peter. Flash sneered at Ned, then looked around the hallway, trying to catch someone’s eye to torment. As he began scanning your side, you quickly averted contact, staring into the blackness of your open locker.
“Hey, (Y/N). I got a bone to pick with you!”
You heard the skid of sneakers increase in speed and volume, and then a hand came to your locker, slamming it shut. You turned your neck lightly to see Flash, red in the face, breathing heavily, mere inches from your nose.
“This is probably the most attention you’ve ever gotten in your life, right here, right now, is it not? How does it feel, knowing you’re alone? No friends, family’s always out of town… Honestly, I envy them; they don’t need to see your hideous face everyday.”
You scoffed and turned on your heel, but Flash ripped you back by your shirt and threw you to the floor. He and his friends stood over you, and he crouched down to your height.
“Awe, is somebody gonna cry?”
Flash’s face got blurred by tears, and for the first time, you felt powerless. Being a superhero didn’t mean you were always beloved and admired. You were the silent sneak, a shadow master, a wallflower. You were quiet, observant and became known when it was needed. But, when you really wanted to give some justice, you were seen as a menace. The black mask you wore gave the wrong impression, but it became comforting. Especially when you were losing a fight.
Flash grabbed the collar to your shirt and pulled you closer to his face.
“No wonder you’re worthless. You can’t even fight back.”
He was right. You couldn’t fight back. Your chest felt heavy and you pushed Flash off of you. Swiftly, you grabbed your bag and flung it over your shoulder, pushing through the crowd. In the back you saw Ned and Peter watching you with pitiful eyes. When your eyes caught, they looked away, shunning you.
Scoffing lightly, you continued to run out of the clustered hallway and sprinted to the doors, pushing to get home.
You sat on a rooftop to building on the corner of 49th, peering down at the streets, busy with people and cars. In one hand you had a half eaten apple, the other held a police scanner, listening to calls. You waited in the shadow, alert for anything they couldn’t reach in time. Yet, you knew what would happen if you showed your face. They would try and shoot you down instead of the true criminals.
“We have a bank robbery at 52nd, four guys holding up workers, all armed.”
“I’m at 19th. 204, where are you?”
“I’m at 23rd.”
You sighed, pulling down your mask and hoisting yourself up, sprinting to the edge of the building, taking a running and hopped across the tops of apartment. Clearly, you were faster than any of the police cars, as you got to the bank in less than a minute. Jumping down from the roof, you turned on your heel and opened the bank door silently. A man was holding a gun up to the lady at the counter, two others were holding knives to hostages throats or waving it around. The final guy was most likely packing up the money, you couldn’t see him.
“I don’t think that’s how you open a savings account. You can totally learn about it in jail, though!”
Both robbers with knives were the first to respond, turning and sprinting towards you. The first goon began swinging his arm rapidly, and after a few failed efforts, you grabbed his wrist and threw him into the robber behind him, they both fell to the tile in a heap. Without a second glance, you turned to the armed criminal who began pointing the gun at you.
“Don’t make me use this, freak!”
“Awe, you think that intimidates me, how… naive.”
As his finger repeatedly hit the trigger, you dodged them, making a beeline straight for him, grabbing his torso and flipping him over your shoulder. You twisted his arm, and he dropped the gun. You put your foot on the weapon and snapped the guys arm. He screamed in agony and coddled the arm in tears.
The people in the store stared at you in fear.
“Go! Run now!”
You pointed at the door, and without another look, they took off. You hopped through the window of the teller and began walking towards the back for the final goon. He emerged with a full duffle bag and a large gun.
“Only one bag, really?”
The guy cocked the gun, which began glowing a bright orange. You charged at him, and once you began tackled him, his gun blew fire to the ceiling. You threw punches as the gun kept firing spurts of flame around the bank. Finally getting off of the unconscious goon, you looked around the bank in shock. The ceiling was falling, the glass was shattered and the two goons you first encountered were bleeding on the white tile floor. You gasped, knowing you unintentionally killed them.
Yet, looking around this bank, you didn’t feel awful. The fire began nipping at your feet, and you took a step forward, breathing in deep, bathing in the smoke. You hopped back through the teller window to have your ankle grasped by the broken armed robber.
“You… you sick freak.”
You smirked, picking up the gun on the floor, and pulling the already loaded trigger. The door to the bank opened swiftly, and you turned to see Spiderman, him shocked by the sight. You, a vigilante, standing over a body, gun in hand. He looked to see the other two dead in a heap and he began shooting webs in your direction. Dodging the webs, you fired a shot at Spiderman, wounding his thigh.
You began sauntering up to Spiderman, and as he reached out to shoot another web, you took your hand and twisted it to the sky. He screamed in agony, and you put the gun in your pocket. Taking your newly freed hand, you took Spiderman’s masked face in your palm.
“You know, this wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t seen as a nuisance. There could’ve been really cool super shit we would’ve done together. You, shooting the webs and me, kicking ass, right? But, you have this town in your hand. They just adore you.”
You grabbed his face tighter, and you felt him whimper.
“The time for a hero is long gone, Spiderman. Newsflash, there’s a new sheriff in town, and I don’t fuck around. Especially not with vermin like you.”
Bringing your leg up, you kicked Spiderman in the chest, heaving him into the wall behind him. You opened the door to the bank, and looked around at the police swarming the bank, guns raised to kill. Slowly pulling your gun from your pocket and setting it down on the sidewalk, you raised your arms above your head. Then, you kicked off the ground and jumped to the top of the adjacent building.
You sprinted away, hearing the screams from citizens as the bank collapsed in itself.