Author's Note

Hey there guys I'm back!!!

Sorry for the long wait, I had been in a bit of a funk helping to prepare my grandmother's funeral. But I'm okay, we all said our peace at her burial.

I'd like to give a big shout out to my editor Codex92 and shirotora for proofreading.

So I was working on this story a little before I heard the news about Marvel and Sony's announcement about the Spider-Man. So I'll do my best to do just for this series #SaveSpiderman

Once again this is a way of paying homage to the story on here called The Model's Secretary.

The time line of this story mainly focuses on the Spider-Man ps4 story. While also making reference to the other Spider-Man universes

This first chapter is to test the waters, so hopefully you guys enjoy this. And as always leave a like and comments.

You got mail! (Prologue)(Updated)

"Parker, get in here!!!" I quickly walked into my boss's office after being paged over the intercom, ready for whatever task he was going to give me. "I need you to deliver three crates in the loading docks over to the central park zoo. And I want them there by yesterday!! Do you understand me!?" My overly annoying boss demanded while smoking his cheap cigars.

"Yes, Mr. Fredrickson, loud and clear. I'll get right on that." I forced a smile on my face as I answered him through gritted teeth.

"Well, then, get moving!! I'm not paying you to stand around and look stupid!!" He shooed me away while he went back to counting his money at his desk. What a fucking tool. If it wasn't for the fact that this job paid so well, I would have taken that job as a pizza delivery boy instead. I made my way from Frederickson’s office down to the loading docks to pick up my assignment for the day. I work in a delivery service; we deliver everything and anything within the fine city of New York. Whether it be from Manhattan or Queens, we will deliver anything requested of us.

"Sounds like Fredrickson has you on another tedious assignment, huh, Ben?" Tony Thompson, one of my coworkers and my best friend. He's five years older than me and we attend the same college. It's actually thanks to him that I got this job in the first place. "He's usually never this obnoxious with the others. What did you do to piss him off?"

I shrugged. "I think it's because I do my job so well that he has to pay extra for making sure his business stays afloat. He won't let me go over forty hours a week because he doesn't want to pay me for overtime." Fredrickson’s was a total cheapskate when it came to paying us what he deemed worth it. We don’t get hazard pay, any benefits, vacation or even sick pay. Honestly it was a wonder how the union has stepped in yet to throw the book at his sorry ass.

I continued walking toward the loading docks area with Tony following alongside me. "So, me and a couple of the guys from the office were planning on hitting the local clubs for some drinks tonight. Want to tag along?"

"Can't man, remember? I'm twenty years old."

He winced a bit, since this wasn't the first time he's asked and forgotten. "Ooh. Right, sorry dude. I keep forgetting. But don't you turn twenty-one this year?"

"Yeah, in August." After a while, we pushed through a set of double doors and down some stairs that led to the loading dock area.

"Well, even if you can't drink, you could always come for the fun, party with us and hit the dance floor. Who knows? Maybe you'll meet a girl there, too." He playfully teased while nudging my shoulder with his elbow.

I returned his playful nudges with a light punch to his shoulder. "While that offer is nice, I'm not really looking to get into a relationship after what happened with my ex."

Tony's expression turned somber. "O-oh, dude, I forgot about Morgan. Hey man, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories." Tony was a cool guy and all, but he has a bad habit of forgetting certain touchy subjects, but I don’t really harp on it since I know he means well.

I waved it off. "Forget about it. You were only trying to be a good friend." I tried to put on a smile to help convince him that everything was okay, but I wasn't fooling him. The memory of my ex still enrages me to this day, but I try not to think about her since it doesn't help with my mood.

"Still, I'm really sorry about what happened. She seemed like an okay lady, but I guess we were wrong, huh?"

"Yeah, well, let's just put that thought out of my mind for now." We had just entered the loading docks, where up to ten to twelve trucks were being loaded and unloaded with the products we were charged to deliver. "So, what is it that I'm delivering today?"

Tony, who happened to be my supervisor, was in charge of keeping track of my deliveries and routes I would take to get to my destination. Grabbing the clipboard on the wall with my name on it, Tony flipped through the paperwork to see what my assignment was going to be, and the items I would be delivering . "Looks like souvenirs and plushies. Nothing big, but the roads that lead to the zoo will be crowded around this time."

I shrugged since New York's streets are always crowded, rain or shine. "Meh, what can you do?" When we got to the truck I was meant to drive, I saw that it hadn't been properly loaded yet. Two of the three crates were inside while one was still sitting on the ground.

"Hey, why hasn't this crate been loaded up yet!?" Tony shouted, approaching a nearby worker, who was sipping coffee.

In this business, we have three types of workers. There was Tony, who worked in a cubicle, who manages the technical stuff like destination, inventory, and delivery workers like me. I'm in the delivery category, our jobs are pretty simple: pick up or drop off the product businesses need when requesting our services. And finally, there's the loading team; their job is also simple. Basically, they stay in the loading docks, waiting for guys to drop off and deliver the cargo we are tasked with. All they have to do is load and unload the trucks, it’s that simple.

After chewing out the worker, Tony came back, still looking upset. "So, apparently, one of the new guys was about to finish loading the truck, then had to stop when the power jack lost all power after not charging it last time." I watched as he rubbed the temples of his forehead.

"Did you get the guy's name?" I asked, hopefully trying to help calm him down. Tony’s usually a laid-back kind of guy, but he always made sure his work taken care of.

"Yeah. Some guy by the name Edward Brock. I'll have to have to find another power jack to help load the last crate." He flipped through the papers and checked the numbers on the crate. "If this is right, it should just be a load of plushies."

The crate itself was about five feet tall and similar in width. 'Well, then. This should be easy.' I walked over to the crate while rolling my shoulders, trying to warm them up. I moved up to the crate, crouched down, and gripped both sides. Once I had a firm grip, I pushed up with my legs and lifted the crate up, carefully walking over to the truck to setting it down with the others. When I was finished, I dusted my hands and hopped inside the truck to secure the crates to make sure they didn't move around. When all that was finished, I turned back around to see that most of my coworkers were slacked jaw, all except Tony.

"I'm telling you man you need to show me your work out regiment is. You lifted that thing like it was no problem at all.” Tony praised me unaware of my little secret.

“Pft it wasn’t that heavy; you just need to stop hitting the bars and start hitting the gym.” I wasn't lying either; the crate wasn't all that heavy given the content inside. “Besides I’m as strong as your average person.”

Tony rolled his eyes as he gave me a playful pat on the back. “Dude you seriously need to start giving yourself more credit. If you out your mind to it I’m willing to bet you could find a much better job then this place.”

While I waited for the truck to warm up, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning to my left, I saw Tony leaning on the window frame. "Hey, I meant what I said back there. You could have a chance at working with something much better than this place. Heck, I'm willing to bet someplace that pays better too. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit, and you’re a wiz when it comes to science." He gave my shoulder a firm pat before backing up once the truck was ready. "Just give it some thought, dude."

I knew he meant well and all, but while I do find this job somewhat tedious, I wasn’t gonna risk losing when I’m so close to my goal.

After work, I head straight home to blow off some steam. Thankfully, I had the next two days off, which was rare for me. My home wasn't anything fancy or classy. If anything, it was the exact opposite. It's a one room apartment with a small kitchen, the living room was my room and the couch was a foldable bed, and thankfully a bathroom with a shower. I could afford a better place, but the rent is cheap, which helps me save my money for my goal. I want to save enough money to move out of New York and buy my own house.

I sat down on my couch/bed and pulled out a book from my backpack. The last day of school for the semester had ended last week, but that didn't mean I couldn't study for the next one. While reading, I would occasionally glance to the coffee table in the middle of the room. There were pictures of my parents from when I was young, and from when they were still alive. It’s been a long time since I lost them both along with my godfather, leaving me with no family whatsoever.

Soon, memories of my past plagued my mind, memories that only brought me pain and suffering. I jumped to my feet after putting my book away, moving over to my dresser to put on my blue jean, red T-shirt and red running shoes. Before leaving, I walked over to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. Whenever I look at my reflection, I'm constantly reminded of my parents. I had chocolate brown eyes like my father, Peter, and red hair like my mother, Mary Jane. At times, it was too much for me to bear, but I tried to suck it up and keep moving on with my life.

After changing my clothes, I made my way out of my apartment building and started to jog to my local park. Along the way, I would catch a glimpse of the occasional crime: carjacking, muggers, drug dealers, the works. But none of that was my problem. Sure, I could easily stop them with the powers I inherited from my father, but then again, why would I?

Eventually, I made it to the park and walked around the pond to let my mind wounder. The sun would be setting at any moment, but I didn't care since I could handle whatever second-rate crook that dared to try and pick a fight with me. Besides, I like the city during the night, especially while in the park. I found a nice patch of grass to laid down in. I stared up at the sky as I watch it turn from orange to purple as the sun set. And while you can't really see the stars all that well in a large city, the lights from the surroundings skyscrapers are a very close second for me.

For a while, I was starting to feel a lot better. But the moment was spoiled when the sound of thrusters filled the air. "Good evening, Mr. Parker." A familiar voice called out.

'And just like that, my evening was ruined.' Looking up, I saw a human-shaped suit of armor hovering above me, the armor’s color being gold and red. I knew exactly who it was who decided to ruin my night. "It was, until you showed up.” I rolled on to my side and pushed myself up to face the suit of armor. "What do you want, Stark?"

The armored human's thrusters cut off just as their feet touched the ground. Said armored human raised its hands up to its head, removing the helmet to reveal a woman with long brown hair and brown eyes. "Come on, Ben, do you really have to be so cold?" This was Morgan Stark the current leader of a team of young superheroes known as The New Avengers. And she also happens to be my ex.

"Well, it's not like you tricked me into a relationship for the sole purpose of trying to get me on your team, right?" I added, not bothering to hide my anger. “Oh wait you did.”

Morgan stepped out of her suit as she walked toward me. "Ben, listen, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just wanted you to use your powers for good." This wasn't her first attempt to try and apologize to me, but I wished it was the last time.

Slipping my hands into my pockets, I turned on my heels and started to walk in the opposite direction. The memories of how we first meat soon popped in my mind. We met up in high school at Midtown High. I was sixteen and she was seventeen at the time. Back then I was labeled as a nerd and a loser meaning no one wanted to partner up with me in class. Which wasn’t a problem for me since I was a straight A student. The she came along. She had transferred to our school and we shared the same science class. At the time everyone had already partnered up show she was stuck with me. I told her that I could handle the assignment on my own since it was an advanced project. But she surprised me when she pointed out some minor mistakes, I made that I normal would have caught sooner. In one period we had managed to finish what should have taken us a whole week. The look on our teacher’s face was hilarious. From there we started working on more projects together and getting to know each other better. After a year we started going out on a few dates talking about working on some future science projects. For the first time in a long while I didn’t feel alone anymore.

That is until I turned eighteen and was considered an adult.

Morgan had decided that it was about time that she invited me over to her place to meet her mom. While we were dating, I hadn't once been where she lived. I thought it was just her wanting to wait for the right moment to introduce me to her Mom. It was then that I found out her true identity. Before, she went by the name of Morgan Pots, but that was the name she used while attending school when her real name was actually Morgan Stark. Turns out the reason she went out with me was because she knew that I was the son Peter Parker(AKA Spider-Man), and had inherited his powers. She wanted me to join her team of superheroes. Much to her confusion, I not only turned her down, but decided to cut all ties with her. If I didn't hate heroes before then, I do now.

"What I do with my powers is none of your concern, because you know just as well as I do that I try to avoid using them. Hell, I wish I never had them to begin with!" I started to head home so I could escape having to deal with my ex.

"You know, your father wouldn't act this way. He would have used his powers for the greater good!" She called out.

Those words managed to strike a nerve as I stopped, my blood boiling hot. "The greater good?" I turned back, marching toward her. "Do you know what 'the greater good' got my father? I'll tell you! It got him buried six feet under, along with the rest of my family!!!" I was beyond pissed.

"My father gave everything to this city!! He went through hell trying to make enough money to survive, or to have a love life, all while trying to be a hero that wanted to protect this city!! But the moment some mustache-wearing, money-grubbing, newspaper-owning mother fucker says he's a menace to society, they turned against him on a dime!!"

"I've lost everyone who's ever mattered to me: my dad, my mom, and my godfather. They all died because they wanted to try and help people, and in the end, it got them killed, and I was left alone in this world!!"

The world around us went silent as I started breathing heavily. My mind was plagued with rage and hatred toward this city, and everyone who lived in it. Morgan, who I guess got the picture, started to walk back to her suit. "You know, Ben, it may not mean much, but I bet your dad was proud of the hero he was, even if no one else was." Her suit quickly formed around her, leaving only the face plate up. "And I'm sure he would have been proud of whatever choice you made with your life." And with that she pushed off and into the air, flying back to her team.

For a good while I was left alone to my thought, which were soon consumed with rage. "Now I'm gonna go to bed angry, something I'm told isn't good for anyone’s health." Shoving my hands into my pockets, I started the long walk back to my apartment.

While walking, I couldn't stop thinking about everything Morgan said to me. I remember a time when I wanted to be a hero, just like my father and his partner, Miles. I even had this silly idea of forming a Spider-Man trio. But that all changed when I was seven.

My dad had just stopped the Vulture from robbing a bank, and he did it without causing any collateral damage. But no matter how much good my father did, there was always one person who tried to bring my father down: J. Jonah Jameson. That greedy bastard always tried to turn the city against my father, even after saving people's lives while risking his own. But no matter how many cruel or filthy lies Jameson spat out of his mouth, my father would always go out and save the day. That is, until one day, when he went out to save the day, he never came back.

It was a battle between my father and the Green Goblin, who had been hired by Wilson Fisk to kill my father. Fisk, also known as the Kingpin, was sent to jail because my father finally had enough evidence to put him behind bars. The fight between my father and the Goblin went on for hours, even with my Godfather, Miles Morales, who was known as Kid Arachnid. My father made the ultimate sacrifice that took both him and the Goblin down. On that day, the world lost an amazing hero, and a great dad.

I slammed my fist into the closet tree, snapping the trunk in half, causing it to fall over with a heavy thud. With my enhanced strength, I didn't even feel a thing, but the memories were painful enough to cover any pain.

"Please! Someone help!!" I heard a call from across the park. I could see a masked man cornering an elderly woman into a nearby alleyway.

Any other day, I would have just walked away not giving a damn. However, after my talk with my ex, I was in the mood to blow off some steam in a healthy and clinical way: beating the shit out of someone.

"Listen, granny, you can either A: give us all your money and walk away, or B: we slit your throat and take the cash." The mugger threatened, holding out a blade toward the elderly citizen.

"Or how about C: the lady leaves with both her life and her money, and you get a beating." I added, causing the mugger to turn in my direction. "Heya, buddy." I gave him a polite wave while smiling.

The mugger quickly pointed his knife at me while holding the elderly lady by her shoulder. "Listen up, kid. Unless you want to end up dying while playing the hero, I suggest you beat it."

The moment I was referred to a hero, my smile quickly disappeared. "Oh, I think you guys got the wrong idea. I'm no hero. I just had a shitty encounter with my ex, and I need to vent off some steam." With a push of my left foot, I quickly got up in front of the thug. Before he could react, I grabbed his wrist with the hand holding the blade. "And, unfortunately, you’re gonna be my punching bag."

I tightened my grip around his wrist, easily forcing his hand to drop the knife. But even though the blade was no longer in his hand, my grip never loosened. He screamed, trying to pull away, clawing at my hand to force me to let go, but I wasn’t going to. I continued to squeeze harder, forcing him on his knees. "Please, stop!" He begged.

"Aww, what's the matter? Have you already had enough?" With another squeeze, I heard a satisfying cracking noise, telling me that I broke his wrist. When I let go, he fell to the ground screaming as he gripped his broken wrist. "Then maybe you should have thought of that before threatening those weaker than you." I pulled my arm back, backhanding him hard in the face, sending him flying back.

It took him a minute to recover before he started to crawl backwards, looking straight at me."Pl..ease...st..op." He slurred, gripping his bleeding mouth.

"Are you really begging for mercy?" I quickly moved my left hand to grip his face and lifted him up until his feet weren't touching the ground. "Do you really think you deserve mercy?" Pulling back my right hand and making a fist, I slammed it into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. "The only mercy you deserve is death's embrace."

I continued to punch away at the mugger's gut, making his body jolt with each impact and making him gasp with each strike. While I wasn't in the most pleasant of moods, I made sure that each punch was not fatal. When I saw that he was no longer responding, I checked for a pulse to make sure I didn't overdo it. Luckily, the scumbag was still kicking. Seeing that he had enough, I tossed his body into a garbage bin.

After taking out the trash, I checked to see if the old lady was hurt. I may not want to be a hero, but that doesn't mean I can't be kind. When I turned, I half expected her to be shaking like a leaf; instead, she was standing there sitting on one of the trash cans. "A bit on the unorthodox side, but there is still hope to make a hero out of you yet." Before I could even respond, she disappeared in the blink of an eye. "The pains of your past weigh heavily on your heart, making it cold and bitter." I looked around, trying to see where her voice was coming from. "But there's still a chance for you to make a future for yourself."

Before I could get a word in, a red mist filled the alley, obscuring my vision. “What the fu-” My thoughts were cut short as my body started drop through the ground. “-uuuuuuuck!!!!"

I felt like I was falling for hours, my body free-falling through a void that seemed to endless. For a moment, I thought I would go insane wondering when my body would hit the ground and go splat. As if this void heard my thoughts, a light shone beneath me. The sensation of wind whipping through my hair and the sound of the city were the first thing I noticed, the second being the pavement getting closer. I shut my eyes, waiting for the end and hoped it would be quick and painless. But after waiting for a good thirty seconds, nothing happened. When I peeked to see what happened, I saw that I was hovering inches away from the sidewalk.

"Huh? Well ...this is weird." I reached my hands out so that they were touching the ground. The moment they did, whatever force that was keeping me up vanished, letting my feet touch the ground. Getting back up, I noticed that something was off. "Wasn't it nighttime before I fell?" When I took another look, I saw that it was now daytime as sunlight shined down into the alley. "What the hell is going on?"

Walking toward the end of the alley, my vision had to adjust as I stepped out into the light. When I could see, I thought I was losing my mind at what I saw. Ordinarily, in the city of New York, you see some crazy things: a green giant, aliens, or people in high tech suits. But this was completely out of the ordinary. It looked like I dropped into a kid's cartoon, seeing bipedal, multi-colored ponies. What was weirder was it looked like they were animated, almost like they popped out from said cartoon.

I thought I was losing my mind, so I gave myself a quick slap on the face. When the stinging pain in my cheek faded, I took another glance to see if it was a dream. But to my disappointment, nothing had changed, and when I glanced down at my hands, they also looked animated like I had jumped into this cartoon-like world.

"What the hell is happening to me right now?" I walked back into the alley, trying to make sense of everything. Leaning against the closest wall, I slid down till I was in a sitting position. "The last thing I recall was helping out that old lady. After that, I got sucked through the ground and landed here."

"I'm quite surprised by how well your taking all this, Mr. Parker." The voice from before echoed through the alley, prompting me to get into a defensive stance. "Fear not, Benjamin. I am not your enemy." The alley slowly started to fill up with the same red mist that appeared before. Looking ahead, I could see the elderly women from before, but her appearance was much different. She wore a black sash across her eyes while wearing a red dress that extended pass her legs. The dress had a white spider logo, its legs stretching out across the dress. She was sitting on some kind of spider-based throne with a spider web around it. "Hello, Ben. I am Madame Web."

Madame Web? Why do I feel like I've heard that name before? "So, can you tell me why exactly you brought me to this place? Because last time I checked, I never gave you my consent to bring me here. Speaking of, where is here?"

"Forgive me for the abrupt abduction, but it is in your best interest that you were to come here." She extended her hand out and twirled it in a circle, creating a monitor. I could see anthropomorphic ponies walking about outside, but what's more, I even saw a few humans as well. "You are in the country known as Equestria, on the planet Equis."

'Wait, did she say planet Equis? A planet that isn't earth?' I asked myself, trying to keep my cool.

"That I did, young Mr. Parker." I jumped a bit as she clearly read my mind. "Forgive me. An old habit of mine." She took a moment to clear her throat. "Now, I know you may not like what I have to say, but this world is in need of your gift."

"Hmm. You know, you're right. I don't like what you had to say." I started to lose my friendly demeanor as I stepped toward her. "So, how about we cut the chit chat and you send me back home so I can live my life?"

"I'm afraid I cannot do that. You are destined to play a part that will help save this world and those who would wish to disrupt the peace."

"And why should I care whether or not this planet is happy or not? It's not my world, nor is it my problem, so send me back before I get really mad." I clenched my fists, knowing that I had yet another individual trying to get me to fight a battle that is not mine. "Besides, what's in it for me? Even if I were to possibly agree, what do I have to gain for helping?" Not a word was spoken, Madame Web just sat there on her creepy throne. 'Hmm. Figured as much. People always want something, but never plan to give anyth-'

"Closure." She answered, cutting off my thoughts.

"What?"

"I can offer you closure, the kind you so desperately desire." With a snap of her fingers the image on the monitor changed. "This is a broadcast of the news that will happen later in the day. I believe it's in your best interest to have a look."

While I still wanted to go home, I'd be lying if I said her words didn't peak my interest. Moving closer to the monitor, my eyes sprung open at the image on the screen. Wearing a bulky armored suit that almost resembles a rhinoceros, I saw a villain from my father’s past. "Is that the Rhino!?!" I shouted as I watched the villain on-screen tear his way through a police blockade.

The Rhino was a villain that my father put away in prison with no chance at parole. Last time I checked; he had committed suicide due to being in solitary confinement for so long. "What the hell!? I thought he was supposed to be dead!!"

"Perhaps in your universe, he might be dead, but here in this universe, he's very much alive." My focus was now back on Madame Web as she continued. "You see, Mr. Parker, in this universe, there is another earth, one that has formed a connection with this world."

The image on the monitor changed once more, showing yet another figure from my past, and a rage that could make magma feel like ice. Wearing a white suit with a black bow tie, standing at three feet taller than the average man, was the once revered crime lord. "Kingpin."

"That is correct. He, along with a handful of enemies that your father and Godfather had faced, exist in this universe, and they are just as terrible as the ones you knew."

While so many questions plagued my mind, I still had one goal: to get back home. "Well, this sounds like a problem for the local heroes. So why don't you contact them and se-?"

"There are no heroes in this world." Madame Web stated.

It took me a minute to grasp what she said. "What? What do you mean there aren't any heroes in this world? You're telling me not one of these humans or ponies have a hero among them?" She nodded. "How? If there are super villains just like the ones from my world, surely there must be heroes, right?" For me, the idea of any universe without a single hero left me baffled, but considering I grew up in a world where superheroes were practically the norm, I believed it to be true for any universe.

Leaning forward with her hands clasped together, Madame Web continued her role as an exposition dues ex machina. "I'm afraid the only heroes that exist in this universe are helpless to fight against these villains." Suddenly, the world around us started to waver and the mist slowly started to seep away. "Alas, that is all I can say for now. You will have to find out the rest on your own. It will be some time before we may speak again, young Benjamin."

"Wait, what!?" I just realized that she had no intention of sending me back home. "Now hold up! You can't just leave me here!! I don't belong in this world!! I don't have a home or money, let alone any identification to prove I'm legal!!"

I tried to run toward her, thinking if I grabbed onto her, I would go home with her, but when I wasn't budging an inch, I knew it was hopeless. "Fear not, my warrior of the web, everything will turn out well for you when you next awaken. Farewell, Mr. Parker, and do watch out for that postal box." Her voice started to fade, the red mist that surrounded the void around me disappeared, and I found myself back in the alleyway.

I quickly ran out to the street, hoping that she had actually put me back in my world instead. But when I was greeted by the sun instead of night sky, I knew that it wasn't so. "So, this is really happening?" I asked no one in particular. I looked around the streets, seeing people and ponies walk around like nothing was wrong.

I wanted to literally scream my head off from the situation I had gotten myself into. 'This just further proved my point about being a hero!!' I grasped my head with my hands and ruffle my hair furiously. 'This is my own fault. I could have just walked away and let that stupid mugger get away and left the old lady alone. But no! I decided that I had to vent my rage and save that old hag, and what ended up happening? I get spirited away from my universe by some creepy spider lady and are now I’m stuck in another freakin universe!!'

Rather than continuing my mental rant about the consequences of my heroics, I made the decision to try and find a way back home. With or without help from Madame Crazy Webs.

The first and most logical thing I could come up with was to find the local library and see if anything in there could help me solve this dellma.

Walking down the streets of an unfamiliar city felt incredibly weird, I tried to take in my surroundings as I headed in a random direction. The buildings around me seemed incredibly fancy, and much cleaner compared to New York. Even the roads looked sparkling clean, something you wouldn't see in my old city.

Then there were the residents. When I looked at these anthropomorphic ponies, I noticed three things about them. The first was that they came in many different colors, their tails and matching their hair while their coats were different. Thank goodness they wore clothing like me, otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing seeing them casually nude. Second was the markings on either their thighs or shoulders. Each one was a unique image, even some of the children had one. Lastly was that some of the ponies either had wings, horns, or none of the above.

Aside from the slightly protruding muzzles, ears on the top of their heads, and extra appendages, these ponies didn't seem that much different from humans. Speaking of which, during my walk, I saw no more than five to six humans within four blocks.

Once in a while, I would see a couple of the horned one’s unicorns I imagine would turn their noses up as we passed each other. Judging by the fancy clothes, and a stick that seemed to be jammed far up their butts, I bet they were the spoiled rich folks of this city. And it was obvious they were judging me, whether because I'm human, the way I'm dressed, or both. I was wearing blue jean pants, a red T shirt, and red running shoes, ironic because these colors were worn by my father while he dressed as a hero.

After walking aimlessly for what felt like a good thirty minutes, I took a breather when I saw a park nearby, sitting down on the closest bench I could find. I took in more of the city's image as I leaned back on the bench. Unlike my New York, which was a bit gray and dull when it wasn't under attack, this city and its residents were bright and colorful. While I wanted to get back home, I'd be lying if I said this place didn't seem that bad. I closed my eyes and inhaled the crisp clean air.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" A gentle feminine voice broke me out of my trance. When I opened my eyes, I turned to face who it was that spoke, and could feel my cheeks heating up bit. Wearing a violet dress was a mare with snow white fur with a light pink mane and tail. She had a perfect hourglass figure, which her dress hugged perfectly. I couldn't see her eyes since she was wearing sunglasses, along with a large sunhat.

"Um, yeah, s-sure." I scooted to one side of the bench, trying to give her as much space, mainly for myself. 'Why the hell did I just blush? She’s a horse, for God’s sake, Ben!!'

She took her seat and seemed to be enjoying the scenery like me. "It's a lovely day, no?" When she spoke a second time, I noticed she had a slight French accent.

"U-uh, yeah. Very nice." I had no freaking idea why I just stuttered. But I quickly got control of my nerves, realizing that this could be my chance to get some information from the locals. "Is it always this nice?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

The mare tilted her head to the side. "Is this your first day in Canterlot?" She asked, seeming surprised, but in a good way.

'Canterlot? Is that the name of this city?' Taking a moment to think of my alibi, I took a deep breath. "Yes, actually. I'm here on vacation for a day or two." I answered with a smile.

She let out a surprised gasp. "Really!? And how are you liking Canterlot?" She asked with a genuine smile.

"Well, I sorta just got here this evening, and so far, this city is much brighter and cheerful compared to back home. Although, a few upper class-looking ponies gave me the stink eye, but I’m used to that."

What I said wasn't a total lie. After the incident with Thanos and the blip, some companies in New York changed their business to help in recovery whenever any destruction by super villains occurred, which was a lot. Those businesses became incredibly wealthy, and as a result, there were rich, snobbish businessmen and women walking down the street thinking they were better than everyone else.

After I mentioned those ponies, the mare scrunched her nose in disdain. "You mean the nobles." She said, sounding a bit disappointed. "Do not let them get you down. While they are called 'nobles', they are nothing more than rich foals who don't care about you if you’re not well connected to others higher than them. The real nobles are the princesses."

"There are princesses here?" That was actually kind of neat.

The mare looked at me with a shocked expression before taking a moment to recompose herself. "Um, did you not look up anything about Equestria before coming here?"

'Shit! What do I say now? If she finds out I'm not here by legal means, I could get arrested and never get home.' It took all my will power to make sure that I didn't freak out in front of her. All I have to do is tell her the truth, while also bending it into a white lie. "Well, the thing is, a new friend I made recently sorta dragged me here for my vacation days, without telling me anything about this country."

"Oh, I see. And what happened to this friend of yours?" The mare asked while glancing around the park.

"Um...my friends sorta ditched me not long after we got here, and now I'm completely lost." I gave a meek shrug. Like before, it wasn't a lie, all I did was leave out the key details.

This managed to get the mare to cup her hands over her muzzle in shock. "That's terrible. I can't image a friend doing that to another, especially when you don't know your way around the capital, of all places."

'So this was the capital? Ok, so they seem to be ruled by princesses, plural meaning more than one. And that this city known as Canterlot is the capital, which probably means those princesses must live here. Well, it looks like this mare could give me all the knowledge I need. Maybe she'll know a way for me to get home.'

"If you’d like, I could try and help by telling you everything I know?" She offered with a smile.

I was a bit surprised by her offer. "Oh, well, I wouldn't want to take up your time, miss."

"It's no trouble at all. I'm happy to help anyone in need." She held out her hand to me while still smiling. "My name is Fl-"

CRASH!!!

Our conversation was brought to an abrupt stop from the sudden crash, followed by screams of fear and panic. Moments later, I could hear what sounded like police sirens.

"Oh, no. Not one of them again." The mare said while cupping her muzzle again, looking in the direction of a pillar of smoke that started to rise above the buildings north of the park.

In the back of my mind, I felt this nagging feeling like I had forgotten something important. 'Something about what Madame Web showed me earlier.' I tried to recall every second of our conversation until it hit me. I remember she was showing me a live video broadcast about- "Oh shit. Hey, listen lady, we need to get as far away from here as poss-" I noticed that she was already running, but unfortunately, to my surprise, she wasn't running away from the possible danger; she was running toward it. "HEY! ARE YOU CRAZY!?"

I called out, but she was already past the park and ran around the corner of the building that was near the action. "Well nuts to this. I'm out of here." I was about to turn tail and run when, for some odd reason, my legs wouldn't move. 'Are you really going to let her go in there alone?' My conscience asked.

"It's none of my business what she does with her life."

'Even though she was trying to help you out?'

"Nobody asked her to. I should be trying to get back home."

'You're right. No one asked to try help your sorry ass, which is all the more reason for you to do the same. You know you can save her because you have the power to do so. Remember what dad always said? With great power-'

"Aghhh! Fine, I'll go help her!!! But this is the last time I'm doing anything heroic." I shouted at myself as I quickly started running after the mare from before.

It took me a couple of minutes to reach the disaster zone, and what I saw was just like I had seen earlier. In a big mechanical suit that was shaped like a rhinoceros was the Rhino.

I could see a few officers, both ponies and humans, taking cover behind a blockade, ready to open fire on the armored villain, but for some reason, they hadn't started shooting yet. "What are they waiting for?"

I then heard the distant cry of what sounded like a little girl. Glancing past the Rhino was the mare from before, along with a crying pony child she was holding onto, trying to keep the child between herself and the villain. 'That's why they’re not shooting; they’re afraid they might shoot them too.'

"Alright, you Canterlot pigs, unless you plan on firing and risk hurting the little ladies behind me, then get out of my way!!" The Rhino ordered while slamming his mechanized arm into a nearby carriage, sending parts flying, some of which flew too close to the two ponies behind him, making the pony child cry loud. "Shut up, you little brat, or else I'm gonna squash ya!!"

Okay, that is where I draw the line! Sprinting forward, I jumped over the blockade and straight toward the Rhino. "Hey, get back here!!" One of the officers behind me shouted.

"Oh, look. Someone is trying to play hero!!" Rhino laughed as he extended one of his arms out, aiming it at me. "Okay kid, let's see what you look like with your body splattered across the street." At that moment, a small missile shot out and headed straight for me.

While I continued to run forward, I could feel my spider sense kicking in, making it feel as if the world moved in slow motion for a few seconds. I quickly pushed off my right foot, dodging the missile at the last second before it impacted the ground behind me and exploded.

The stunned face that the Rhino was making behind his visor was priceless. Using his stunned shock as an opportunity, I picked up the pace, closing the distance between us. He quickly got back to his senses, winding his arm back and swinging it at me.

Seeing this come from a mile away, I used my speed and momentum to slide both under his mechanical fist and between his legs. Once I had made it past him, I got back on my feet and darted forward until I was close enough to the two ponies, scooping them both up in my arms. I held the mare in my arms bridal style while she held the child close to her chest. I glanced around, trying to find a spot to take cover. I quickly saw a black and white metal carriage, no doubt this world’s equivalent to a police car, flipped on its side next to another blockade. Focusing all my strength into my legs, I pushed off until we had taken cover behind it.

"FIRE!!!" One of the officers shouted, followed by the sound of guns firing and pelting against metal. A few stray bullets hit the carriage, but luckily, the vehicle seemed to be bulletproof.

When the gunshots finally came to a stop, I heard what sounded like heavy footsteps. "Oh, crap. Get down!!" I moved on top of the two ponies so that my body could shield them.

In the next moment, the carriage we were hiding behind was tossed aside as the Rhino started to run in the opposite direction of the police. Thankfully, he managed to miss the three of us. I rose up, watching him run while the cops gave chase after him. I turned my attention to the two ponies, both of them slowly getting back up. "Are you two okay?" The two nodded rather fast, no doubt in shock from the whole ordeal they went through.

All seemed well until I heard a high-pitched whistle and a tingling sensation in my head; my spider senses were going off. Without even thinking, I quickly pushed the two ponies back before turning to face whatever it was that had triggered my spider sense. But when I turned around, I saw nothing but a big blue postal box. "Motherfu-"

WHAM!!

The impact sent me flying onto my back, my vision beginning to blur as I looked up at the sky. Before I lost consciousness, I saw the blurred image of the pony from before looking down at me. It looked like she was saying something, but it all sounded muffled. Eventually, I couldn't keep my eyes open and finally passed out from the impact.