But yeah, meet Akio! His quirk revolves around him having literally hot blood! His body temperature is higher than the normal person, so if you’re not aware of his quirk, it’ll probably burn you if you’re not careful. During his normal state, his veins are faint, but still visible, but once he gets flustered (and he gets flustered really easily) his veins start to glow as his body temperature rises.
Besides his quirk, he’s a 16 year old socially awkward boy who doesn’t like being touched bc he’s afraid he’ll accidentally hurt someone. Akio tends to have a resting bitch face, but he doesn’t mean to look… intimidating. His parents are both deceased, and he lives with his granny, who has a cockroach companion named Jimmy (poo I hate u LMAO). He enjoys baking and collecting rare, but super ugly figurines. He’s also best buddies with Poo’s oc, Misha, and Sushi’s, Iwi!!! They’re all a disaster though, probably do more harm than good being together in the same room.
Peter’s eyes fluttered open and he sat up, still in that shipping container. “Ow, my head.” He rubbed his head as he stood to his feet.
“You appear to have a mild concussion,” the suit said.
“Hey,” he looked around the container. “Where am I right now?”
“I am not sure. The walls are hindering my sensors.”
“Wait a minute,” he whispered. “They must have hijacked the truck and taken me to their evil lair. Okay, suit lady. We are going to have to fight our way out of this one.”
He turned and counted down to three before slamming his body into the doors of the container, breaking them open. He quickly stood up and took in his new surroundings. It was just a brightly lit warehouse with hundreds of shipping containers like the one Peter was in.
“What is this place?” Peter asked, noticing nobody was around. “Suit lady, where am I?”
“You’re in the most secure facility on the eastern seaboard, The Damage Control Deep Storage Vault.”
“No!” Peter said, looking at the giant cemented walls around him. He placed his hands on his head and groaned in frustration. “Seriously?”
He went over to what seemed to be the large door and tried prying it open. “The door will most likely remained closed until morning,” the suit stated. Peter kicked the wall gently.
“Morning?” He made himself a makeshift hammock out of his webbing between two shipping containers and lay in it. “Hey suit lady? I kinda feel bad calling you suit lady, you know? I should probably give you a name, like Y/N.” He immediately shook the thought from his head. “No, no, no, god that’s–that’s weird.”
He jumped down and lazily swung from one of his webs. He was so impatient, it was driving him crazy. Why wouldn’t the door just open already?
“What about Karen?” He let go of the web and fell onto the ground softly.
“You can call me Karen. If you would like,” she said happily. Peter hung upside down and read from his textbook.
“Hey, Karen. What else can this suit do?” A second later, webbed wings appeared from under his arms. He gasped in disbelief. “What?”
He gasped down at his web shooters, now observing them and all the different combinations. He let out a hum and put on his Decathlon yellow jacket uniform.
“Maybe we should run that refresher course,” he said to himself. He had plenty of time.
“Ricochet web,” Karen said.
“Ricochet webs,” Peter repeated. He tried it out and the web shot into a ball, hitting the wall and bouncing straight back at him. He quickly ducked.
“Slender webs.” Long webs shot out from his wrist, falling to the ground. “Web grenade.” Peter tossed one to the wall, yelling the name before it exploded into webs. He was having fun.
After his refresher course, Peter lay on top of one of the shipping containers, staring at the ceiling. “Should I tell Y/N that I am Spiderman?”
“Whos’s Y/N?” He chuckled to himself, smiling like a giddy schoolboy under the mask. “She’s uh–she’s the best. She’s awesome. She is just a girl who goes to my school. We kinda grew up together. And yeah–I really wanna tell her but it’s kinda weird, you know? Hey, I-I’m Spiderman.”
“What’s weird about that?”
“Well what if she is expecting someone like Tony Stark? I mean, imagine how disappointed she would be when she sees me,” Peter explained.
“Well, if I was her, I wouldn’t be disappointed at all,” Karen said sweetly.
“Thanks Karen. It’s really nice to have someone to talk to.” He looked around. “Hey, how long have we been here anyways?”
“Thirty-seven minutes,” Karen stated.
“What?” Peter sat up in frustration. “Thirty-seven minutes! That is insane! I cannot take this anymore. I gotta get out of here.” He jumped down from the container and went back into the one he came from. “There has got to be something in here that I can use.”
He dug through whatever the bird man put in his backpack, pulling miscellaneous weapons and items from it that could probably be sold for a fortune. He suddenly recognized something and pulled it out.
“Huh? Hey look, its just like the glowy thing,” he said, picking up the weird looking thing.
“That glowy thing is an explosive Chitauri energy core,” Karen replied. Peter stood to his feet and dropped it immediately.
“Woah! Woah! Woah! You mean we have been carrying around a bomb?”
“It would require radiation to transform it into an explosive state,” Karen said as Peter pulled out his phone to call Ned but there was no connection.
“No, no, no, no, no.” He grabbed all his things and exited the container. He webbed himself onto the wall. He banged his fists on the wall in attempts to get it open. Then he glanced over at a box on the wall. “Karen, you have to help me open that time lock.”
He hung upside down as he tried to solve the combination to open the door of the vault. He pulled out his calculator and hooked it up to the wires. Then he pulled out a notepad and paper and began writing equations.
“Okay Karen, lower the voltage and run it,” he said, punching it into the calculator.
“Okay, we are just going to have to try every sequence,” he explained, crossing off the top one.
Back at the hotel, Ned pace around the room. Y/N knocked on their door and he jumped in surprise. “Ned, Peter. We are going to be late.” Ned sighed and ran over to the bed, grabbing the glowy thing and shoving it into his pocket before leaving the room.
“Initiating trial two hundred and forty-seven,” Karen said as Peter typed in the numbers. The vault door began to open.
“It worked! It worked!” He swung out of there and jumped onto a traveling truck, allowing it to take him in the direction he desired.
At the decathlon, Mr. Harrington numbered off all the kids. “Where’s Peter?” Y/N looked up with saddened eyes. “Flash, I guess you’re up.” The team continued to switch out students as the decathlon went on. Near the end, Mr. Harrington chose the final five. It was up to them to win.
Ned, Liz, Y/N, Michelle, and Flash all took their seats on stage. Another school’s final five students entered the stage on the other side. “We have now entered sudden death. The next answer, wins the championship,” the lady announced. The question was given and Michelle reached out and rang her bell. Everyone looked her way. “Midtown Tech?”
“Zero,” she stated.
“That is correct,” the team rejoiced. They all leaned over and hugged Michelle before being awarded with the trophy.
“Karen, you have to get me to the decathlon as fast as possible. I have to be there. I cannot let Y/N down,” Peter said as he rode on the back of a truck.
“Sure thing, just tell me where it is?”
“Right across the street from the Washington Monument,” he said. He called Ned but he didn’t answer, probably because he was still at the decathlon. “Ned, call me back! The glowy thing is a bomb!”
In celebration of their win, Mr. Harrington took the kids to the Washington Monument. Flash made his way over to Y/N, nudging her arm with a smirk playing on his face.
“I told you we didn’t need Peter.”
“You didn’t even answer a single question,” she said. Flash rolled his eyes and walked ahead of her, the trophy in his hands. Everyone made their way inside, all except Michelle, who chose to stay on the ground.
Ned pulled out his phone and saw all of Peter’s missed calls. He decided to call him back. “Oh Ned, you’re alive!”
“Peter! Are you okay?” Ned whispered.
“Ned, Ned, Ned. The glowy thing! The glowy thing!”
“Don’t worry, its safe,” Ned insisted whilst putting his backpack through the scanner.
“No, Ned. Listen–”
“You missed the decathlon! We are at the Washington Monument–” before Ned could finish his sentence, Y/N had grabbed Ned’s phone from his ear and put it to her own.
“Peter? Is that you?”
“Oh, hey Y/N,” Peter said.
“Is that Y/N?” Karen asked, momentarily pausing their call to talk to Peter.
“Please put Ned back on the phone,” he said to Y/N. He jumped off the truck and began running towards the Washington Monument.
“You should tell her how you feel,” Karen suggested. Thank god, Y/N couldn’t hear her.
“You are so lucky we won,” Y/N told Peter. “I wanna be mad but I am more worried. What is going on with you recently?”
“Y/N, I have to talk to Ned. It is really important,” Peter pleaded.
The security guard told her to put the phone on the belt so it could be scanned. She did so and as soon as it entered the monitors, the connection was lost.
“Y/N? Y/N! Dammit,” Peter cursed as he ran as fast as he could. The team got onto the elevator and began riding it up to the top. Peter continued to run and he threw his backpack onto a tree, webbing it there so no one would steal it.
As they neared the top, the security lady began to explain some information about the monument. In Ned’s backpack, the glowy thing began to glow even more and soon ripped a hole through his backpack. It shot straight up into the ceiling of the elevator, as it exploded. The elevator stopped.
Peter made it to the base of the monument and looked up to see the explosion from the outside, a layer of bricks bursting from the monument and falling to the ground. “No, no, no, no, no,” Peter said. “Karen, what is going on up there?”
“The Chitauri core has detonated and caused severe structural damage to the elevator,” she said.
“My friends are up there,” Michelle pointed out.
“What? Uh, don’t worry ma'am. Everything is going to be okay,” Peter insisted. He ran off and launched himself off the ground, landing on the side of the monument. He began to climb it as fast as he could.
In the elevator, Ned dropped his backpack onto the floor. Everyone looked up to see the damage, the ceiling of the elevator was hanging on by a few threads. A few false moves would send the elevator plummeting to the ground. “Stay calm everyone,” Liz said.
“We are all going to die here,” Abe noted.
“Nobody is going to die,” Y/N reassured them.
On the outside, Peter climbed and climbed. “Estimating ten minutes before catastrophic detonation,” Karen told Peter.
“I know that was scary but don’t worry. Our safety systems are working,” the lady in charge told them.
“Safety systems are completely failing,” Karen said.
“We are very safe in here,” the lady reassured them.
“The occupants are in eminent moral danger,” Karen added. Peter panted heavy as he forced himself to go higher and higher.
“I am going as fast as I can!”
Inside the elevator, they all carefully opened the emergency hatch. They sent one kid up, seeing as though they were only a few feet away from the door. The security guards at the top opened the newly shattered door and reached down to grab one of Peter’s classmates, helping her to safety.
“You now have one hundred and twenty five seconds until catastrophic failure,” Karen announced.
“Unexpected motion has caused the deterioration to escalate,” Karen said, giving Peter a scan of the elevator.
“How do we get it?”
“Activating riconoscesse drone.” A small drone came out of the emblem of his suit, looking him in the eyes before flying away.
“Has that been there this whole time?”
“Locating optimal entry points. Proceed to southwest window,” Karen instructed.
“I am on my way.” Peter jumped onto the other side of the building and continued to climb until he had it to the top. He pressed his head to the building and held on for dear life. He slowly turned around, his back on the building. He leaned forward and looked down before getting scary and moving back.
“What is wrong? You reached the southwest window. Why are you hesitating?”
“I-I have never been this high before,” he slowly scooted his way over to the ledge of the window.
“You have also not reinstalled your parachute so a fall from this height would mostly be lethal,” Karen pointed out. Peter turned around again and let his foot drop down to hit the window.
“Why is it not breaking?” He asked in frustration.
“It is a special kind of ballistic glass. You will have to create more momentum.” Peter webbed the building and leaned back, he pushed off the monument and hit his feet against the window. A small crack appeared on the glass.
He barely even noticed the U.S helicopter fly towards the monument. “Identify yourself,” the ordered over the coms. Peter looked back at them, seeing the guns in their hands.
“My friends are up there! My friends are in there! Stop,” Peter begged.
“Return to the ground immediately!”
Inside the elevator, they had Liz go next, hoisting her up out of the elevator. The only people left where Flash, Ned, Y/N and Mr. Harrington. On the outside of the building, Peter closed his eyes.
“Karen,” he said, blocking out the constant calls of the officers behind him.
“Give me a scan of the elevator. Tell me if Y/N is inside.”
“Sure thing.” He waited a second for her to reply.
“Is she up there? Is she safe? Is she okay?”
“I’m sorry, Peter. She’s inside the elevator,” Karen said sorrowfully.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Peter climbed higher, reaching the very top of the monument. He looked back at the helicopter.
The security guards helped Flash out of the elevator. The elevator jointed, another wire breaking in the process. The pulled him out as fast as they could.
“I’m gonna die,” Peter said to himself before jumping off the building. He used his web wings to fly over the helicopter then he webbed the rail on the helicopter ands swung into the window of the monument, breaking it open. The wired on the elevator snapped and it began to fall with the people still inside.
Everyone screamed as Peter webbed a ricochet web, allowing it to bounce off the walls of the elevator shaft and travel down towards the elevator. It grabbed onto the elevator and Peter struggled to keep it up, his feet propped up against the doors to steady himself from falling as well.
“I did it!” Suddenly the doors broke and Peter plummeted down towards the elevator. The elevator stopped on some debris but as soon as Peter fell onto the floor of the elevator, it broke through the debris and continued to fall.
He quickly webbed the ceiling of the shaft and dug his feet into the ceiling of the elevator, allowing it to stop. As he hung upside down, he looked around at the people in the elevator and his eyes settled on Y/N.
“H-Hey. H-How are you doing,” he said cockily. “It’s alright. I got you. It’s going to be alright.”
“Yes!” Ned exclaimed, almost jumping around.
“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Quit moving around,” Peter pleaded.
“Oh, sorry.” Peter slowly began to pull of the web, easing the elevator back up to the top of the monument. The webbing strained against the roof of the shaft. Soon, the elevator reached the top and the security guards helped everyone out of it.
“Alright, this is your stop. Everyone get out,” Peter said, knowing he couldn’t hold it for much longer. YN was the last of the get out and as soon as she moved, Peter’s feet broke through the ceiling of the elevator.
Y/N screamed and quickly jumped. Peter held out his hand and webbed her wrist, holding onto her as the elevator disappeared deeper into the shaft.
“You’re okay. You’re okay,” Peter reassured her. He pulled her up by the web and grabbed her hand. “Its okay, I got you. You’re going to be okay.” He helped her to safety. Everyone was safe.
Y/N stepped back and looked the Spiderman in the eyes with disbelief. Her mouth stood slightly agape. He gently let go of her hand.
“Is everyone okay?” Y/N nodded her head.
“This is your chance, Peter. Kiss her,” Karen ordered. Before he could do anything, the webbing broke and Peter fell down the elevator shaft. Everyone watched his body fall.