[ October 23, 2025 – Sydney, Australia ]
"Okay… Dispatch, that's the game he told me I should buy, the famous return of the Telltale devs." I muttered to myself while browsing the PlayStation Store.
'Come on, let's download it and see what it's like. I didn't spoil myself at all, so it's perfect.' I thought to myself.
While I waited for the download to finish, I went to air out my room and grabbed some snacks, nice and easy. After a few good minutes, I was back in front of my screen. I picked up my controller and suddenly felt a sharp sting in my wrist.
"Fuck! What the hell is that?!" I shouted as I saw a huge spider jump off my arm. "Shit!" I started to feel an increasingly intense tingling, like it was burning me from the inside. "I'm fu-" That was the end. My end, at least… or so I thought.
[ Miguel O'hara's POV – Los Angeles ]
"Huh? What are these memories… I died after being bitten by a spider? And I got reincarnated?" I said as I sat up in my bed, then slipped out from under the covers and stood up.
'In my memories, there was a comic with a hero named Spiderman. Apparently, he has the same abilities as me.' With that in mind, I tried to shoot webs from my wrists, and it worked. "I didn't know I could do that." I murmured to myself.
'I already knew about my super strength, my reflexes, my agility, but on top of what that Peter Parker has, I've got retractable claws and fangs.'
Before I could question things any further, my attention was drawn to the TV I had been watching before those memories surfaced in my head.
"Earlier today, Mechaman broke his silence and addressed the media." the news anchor said on the TV, followed by Mechaman's announcement.
"Looks like the end of his career." I said before turning off the TV.
'Alright, it's time for me to head to SDN to sign my contract.' Without waiting, I leave my loft and head toward the offices. I get into my car and hit the road.
Arriving at the SDN offices.
"Are you Spider?" a secretary asks.
"That's right. I'm just here to sign the last few documents I needed to sign, and to get my suit." I reply.
"Very well, here they are." He hands me my suit and the papers I needed to sign.
"Everything's in order. You'll be starting tomorrow with the Z-Team." he adds.
'This new suit is exactly what I needed.'
Later that day.
I was back home, getting familiar with my webbing.
"Gonna have to clean up when I get back." I said before heading out to swing from rooftop to rooftop.
At first, I wasn't comfortable, but I quickly started to get the hang of it.
It was evening, so I decided to settle down in a bar that was on my way.
"HA! HA! HA! AAAAH! Fuck, move!" a guy shouted while being set on fire, followed by a dwarf that I dodged.
"You've gotta roll on the ground, lad!" said the dwarf.
"What the hell is this mess." I said under my breath, then headed toward the bar. "I'll take a mojito." I told the bartender.
"Coming right up." he replied, splitting himself into four.
"HEY! Mecha Dick get the fuck out of here." He served me while his clones escorted Mechaman, who was also sitting at the bar, out the door.
"I'll take a second on-"
"Excuse me for bothering you, haven't you seen a man in gray, masked-"
"Yes, he was escorted outside." I reply to Blonde Blazer, I recognized her cause she's quite famous.
"Thanks." she says to me, orders two drinks, and leaves. The bartender hands me my second mojito, and after finishing my glass, I head back home.
The next morning.
I change into my suit, put on my mask, and head to SDN.
[ Robert Robertson III / Mechaman's POV ]
"Alright, enough with this shitty sentimental atmosphere. It's time to introduce you to your loser team." Chase says. "If I'm being honest, I thought and still think we should've canned those tunas months ago."
"And maybe your wish will come true, because if we don't see any improvement soon, the project will be shut down." Blonde Blazer says.
"Cool. No pressure." I say.
"Sonar here is a Harvard graduate who-"
"Who can't help mentioning he's a Harvard graduate." Chase cuts Blonde Blazer off.
"Who also orchestrated some of the biggest investment frauds in Silicon Valley. And also-"
"And sometimes turns into a fucking bat monster that'll eat your ass after draining your pension." Chase cuts her off again.
"Flambae, he-"
"Controls fire, flames, and his skin doesn't burn." I interrupt this time.
"True. You've already met him. You even had some history with him a few years back?" Chase says.
"I did." I reply.
"So you know he's a certified dickhead." he adds.
"Invisigal, whom you've already met, turned herself in a few months ago and entered the program on the condition that we don't ask questions," Blonde Blazer says.
"That's a bit suspicious, isn't it?" I say.
"Suspicious? Really? A criminal who can turn invisible and doesn't want to answer questions? What could possibly tip you off, Sherlock?" Chase fires back.
"Here we have Coupé, which I recently learned means 'to cut' in French hence the knives."
"That's very clever." I say.
"Yeah, it sounds dumb when you say it, so everyone just calls her Coop." Chase retorts. "She was an assassin for a mob, then she went independent. Punch up."
"Carnival strongman who made a deal with a witch. She gave him the strength of ten men. His muscles grew, but his body shrank." Blazer explains.
"Malevola, terrifying. She has a magic sword, and she can create portals that let her teleport."
"And somehow she's always late to every damn meeting." Chase says.
"I think she does it on purpose." Blazer adds. "That's Golem. He's a construct."
"A construct?" I ask.
"Yes. A pile of earth and mud, conscious thanks to magic. I think he feels lonely." she replies.
"Prism. Michigan-born and raised. Her power is weird. She weaponizes light rays or some shit." Chase says.
"Why does she dress like a pop star?" I ask without thinking.
"She's extremely talented." Blonde Blazer says, then continues.
"And this is the new one, Spider."