Author's Note

AN:

alright here it is my first full fight scene chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. I want to thank all my supporters and all my critics you guys make me motivated to write and better myself in the pursuit of writing. So please, allow me to show you the next chapter of the Spiderman of Canterlot High and before I forget shout out to maximus reborn because it was his spiderman in equastria girls that made me want to not only write this story but also write on fimfiction to begin with… you rock man and I hope to get to your level some day.

An Amazing debut

This is amazing. Peter let out a joyous yell as his feet left the ground once again. He levitated over the opening between the two rooftops for but a second, and he felt the world itself slow for him when he landed perfectly on the next roof, he let the momentum propel him forward picking up speed.

The boy used the adrenaline rush to jump up onto a connected building ascending to the top. Jumping high he made a grab for rain gutter, doing a handstand with a single arm lifting himself above the rooftop.

To show off the boy completed ten push ups with no effort then jumped in the air doing a one hundred eighty degree free fall in midair landing on his feet like a cat.

using his momentum Peter once again ran along the stone of the roof making his way to the next.

The boy didn't care that the heat drowned his body in sweat while wearing clothing that better fit dead winter.

I feel so alive! He internally screamed. You know what would make this better… webs! I wonder if I can work out a way to make my own.

The boy jumped to the next rooftop then ran toward the left where a billboard advertising Stark farms stood propelled by scaffolding. The boy leapt toward the billboard using his heightened reflexes to grab the billboards face as he soared past then used the momentum to swing onto its face feet first.

Peter ran across the billboard feeling the hot metal through his running shoes then leapt to the next rooftop with a yell.

Peter perched himself on a tall rooftop overlooking the economic center of the city. The boy allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, reaching under the ski mask mask and wiping his brow.

The boy Lifted his mask halfway allowing his mouth to take in fresh air and letting the cool air blowing in from the coming autumn to ease his burning flesh.

This mask is gonna be drenched, i'll need to wash this outfit by itself.

"Parker, you have just won the jackpot," He said chuckling to himself.

Just last week I was moving boxes into our new house and now i'm jumping over rooftops and running on billboards. The boy scratched his chin as a new idea came to the forefront, But how am I gonna turn these gifts into something that can help aunt May and Uncle Ben.

Peter wanted to use these gifts to make his families lives better. But how? He could be an athlete but that would require him to take drug tests and he didn't know if what that spider did to him would register as an illegal substance. Besides that, he didn't like the idea of cheating through what were basically super powers.

Come on Parker, think… how can I turn spider powers into profit?

A soft bell's ring from the streets below caught the boys attention. Lowering his gaze the boy saw a blue skinned beauty in the form of Trixie, lugging a huge trunk on her back.

Peter felt his cheeks warm and his breathing grow shallow. He didn't fully understand it but he knew that at some point in recent history he had attained a crush on Trixie. Peter didn't what drew him to the arrogant magician but he knew that when he talked with her he felt like he could do anything and maybe her confidence is so potent that it rubs off on him when he is near her.

She's kinda like Gwen. God, when that girl was the in the right she would tell ya about it whether you liked it or not.

A Blinding glare caught Peter's eye and the tingle forewarned him of imminent danger. The boy scanned the streets below and his gaze locked onto see two men in white sleeveless shirts with black jackets overthem. There brown pants bulged more then usual and he could see gun holsters hidden by their jackets.

I don't like the look of this. I better tail these guy.Peter stuck himself to the wall, crawling slowly behind the guys. Once he reached the edge of a building he waited for them to move a little more then leapt to the next wall. He did so a couple more times even using a building to hide when they turned a corner.

He knew those guys were tailing Trixie and little by little they etched closer to the Blue magician.

The lead thug rushed Trixie, grabbing her from behind. Before she had a chance to scream he clasped his hand over her mouth then pulled her into the alleyway nearby.

Peter wasted no time, crawling with a purpose to the alleyway. He thought of what these guys intended for Trixie and he didn't like what he could come up with.

Peter crawled overhead of the thugs using the light shade of the alleyway to hide himself.

Trixie struggling against the thugs grip and she seemed to be gaining ground. Biting into the thugs hand drawing a few beads of blood. While the other guy lied down near the entrance of the alley in the fetal position holding his groin and groaning.

"Let me go you Ruffians! I am the great and powerful Trixie!" Her protest muffled by the man holding her mouth shut.

The thug twisted Trixies arm forcing her to cry out.

"Oh god, I think one of them popped… that bitch hit me right in the balls." the thug on the ground said, forcing himself to stand on one knee before reaching into his jacket, "I'm gonna kill her! Hold that mouthy runt still."

Peter jumped overhead, His shadow enveloping the thug, catching his attention, then landed next to the aggressor.

"What the–"

Peter rabbit punched the thug in the face launching him like a lawn dart into the wall behind him crashing into it and spraying small amounts of brick over the ground as the thug landed face first into the ground.

"Oops, guess I can add super strength to the list of abilities that I have. Sorry!" Peter clenched his fists and made a mental note to control his strength during this fight, he doesn't want to kill anyone.

The thug picked himself up, his nose noticably broken and his eyes bloodshot. He clenched his fists then took a fighters stance, locking his eyes on peter, and let out a roar.

the man charged Peter swinging with all his might at the agile teen.

Peter ducked the blow effortless, a prewarning from his danger sense an unneeded precaution. He did the same to the next three attempts from the thug as they came in rapid succession.

"At this point I feel kinda bad for ya pal. First you get hit in the nads, then i punched you into a wall, and you can't even hit me back because you're too slow and angry. But really, who would want to hit me, I'm adorable."

"Shut up freak!" The thug spat taking in more air, sweat beads rolling down along his brow, and his breathing growing shallow. He overextended himself into his next punch making it easy for Peter to sidestep him and proceed to make a leg sweep knocking the thug back on the ground.

"Wow, you've been on the ground a lot today. Have you considereda summer home, I hear they have great deals in that location?"

The danger sense flared alerting Peter to greater danger.

Jumping onto the the wall behind him. Peter watched the spot he was initially standing blow up like a grenade it scattering brick and stone in a geyser of destruction.

"How'd you dodge that? Are you one of those super freaks!?" The thug holding Trixie exclaimed the barrel of his gun burning red and smoke coming from both the chamber and nosil.

"Oh i'm the freak? And you guys are the prize winning team of common crooks, famous for grabbing random high school girls and pulling them into shady alleyways. Totally not freaky at all if you think about it."

The thug whiped the gun upward then prepared to pull the trigger.

Peter flipped barely missing the bullet as it hit the wall and like before, caused a huge hole in the wall that smoked like a meteor crater.

Peter whistled through his labored breaths. "Talk about firepower, where do you guys shop… An army base?"

"Shut it!" The thug punched the ground, forced himself back up quickly, yelled at the boy, charging like bull.

Peter leapt in air, raised his leg upward, and with a downward scything motion he ax kicked the thug knocking them out, then tumbled over him and did a three point landing.

"Stop right there freak!" the thug behind Peter yelled.

Peter held his hands up shaking his head.

"Look Pal, I just took out your partner with no effort what do you got that makes you think you'll fare better."

"A hostage," The thug barked at Peter.

"Oh crap that's right." Peter saw the fear in trixie's eyes, the fight in her gone at the sight of the hand cannon.

"Woah, woah, Let's talk about this. Let the girl go."

"No dice freak! You attacked me and my man. We were just trying to get an easy score and now you've made it personal. You're kind isn't even supposed to be here. Don't you know what happens to super freaks like you when you enter vulture turf?"

"We get cake and ice cream?" Peter quipped, his eyes scanning the area around him, looking for an opening. But all he could find was the chunks of broken brick from the gun.

"Dead wrong! They get gutted by our boss. Now I have to kill you and this girl."

"You don't have to do this. Let her go and walk away."

"Sorry kid can't do that. If the boss finds out I let you walk free he'd bury me right next to you." the man used pull back the hammer then pressed the gun to Trixie's temple as the girl closed her eyes trmbling in his grasp. "Get on the ground or I swear I'll blow her brains out right here in front of you."

A thought ran through peters head. I could get away.

The thug had failed to hit him with his gun twice now. Peter could flee and not look back.

"Please, help me." Trixie sobbed, whimpering in the thugs grasp.

That's not what a man does though. Peter remembered what his uncle said about men with alias. Peter was wearing a mask and using powers to do as he pleases… he was a coward… he won't be a coward anymore.

Peter slowly went to his knees. "Buddy, please, let the girl go… no one will believe her if she walks away."

The thug aimed his gun at Peter" Yeah right freak, after all the trouble both of you caused… neither of you is going home tonight."

"The great and powerful Trixie is too young to die!" Trixie screamed, flailing the thugs arms.

Peter saw his chance between the thugs concentration shifting to the panicking girl in his arms and the boy finding a huge chunk of debris.

The boy made a runners sprint to the chunk scooping it up in one hand.

Time once again slowed as peter hung in the air readying to throw the debris like a baseball at the thugs head.

"Fucking. Freak." The thug spoke like he was trapped in molasses. Firing a shot.

Peter could see the smoke leave the chamber, the gun go from cold steel to hot iron, and the bullet heading his way.

The bullet grazed peters shirt and he could feel the heat through it.

Time resumed it pace as peter threw the rock hitting the thug in the skull knocking him back and the explosion of the bullet behind peter.

His danger sense warned the young lad and he jumped forward grabbing onto Trixie, letting his body be her shield. As the heat of the explosive wave came over his body.

The boy breathed frantically and the girl beneath him latched both her arms over him clinging to the boy for dear life.

"Are you okay miss?" Peter asked, meeting Trixie's beautiful eyes.

Trixie's cheeks turned bright blue when her eyes meet Peters. "The great and powerful Trixie doesn't know."

Peter straightened himself and then placed Trixie on her feet.

The girl bow-legged tried to walk toward her discarded trunk but tripped over herself.

Peter caught her then lifted her up.

"I guess you've really fallen for me."

Trixie chuckled nervously, playing with her hair.

"I didn't mean it like that… i'm so weird."

"No, the great and powerful Trixie does love a man who can make jokes." She then raised an eyebrow. "Do I know you? Trixie, thinks that you seem familiar."

Peter waved his hands and shook his hand. "Nope, I'm fresh off the boat, well bus because their isn't a port in town but you know what I mean."

"Anyway, The great and powerful Trixie must get back to her house with her equipment. She hopes that those brutes didn't damage any of her tools."

"What's in the trunk? Is it a body?"

Trixie's lips curved into a smile as she hide her giggle with her hand. "No, these are the tools of the magician trade. The latest additions from the greatest showman in all of the earth."

"Wow, you are really devoted to your career."

Trixie's stance steadied, holding her hand to her chest and a cocky grin on her face. "Why of course, one doesn't become as great and powerful as I am without taking the time for the due Diligence of practice."

Peter followed behind her and the picked up the chest with one hand.

"You are quite strong, have you thought of being a magicians assistant?," Trixie scratched her chin while following peter.

"i'm currently between jobs right now." Peter placed the trunk down and then thought of something. "Lift from the handles right here and use your legs then you won't have as much of a problem carrying it."

"The great and powerful Trixie will not forget what you have done for her, strange spider boy… what should Trixie know you as."

"Me? I'm just your friendly neighborhood spider-man." the boy then jogged off.

Trixie waved at him "Thank you Spider-man!"

Peter leapt onto a wall then reached the top and returned to his routine of running along rooftops. His heart beat faster in his chest.

Oh god, I almost died there. He was so close to death that they were practically neighbors for a second.

I can't be that sloppy in the future. Peter then realized something. What if I became a super hero, like iron man. He's rich.

Peter shook his head. He is also the son of a billionaire, parker, have to think of something else.

I think if i'm gonna be doing anything i'll need webs, maybe I can make a chemical balance that would simulate spidersilk and harden it. Peter took a break, leaning over to breath. But that would require a fair bit of change.

"Crusher Hogan open challenge! Anyone who thinks they are man enough can fight the champ for the 10,000 grand prize and a contract with the World Fighting Alliance." A man in a pinstriped suit barked at the passers by below.

10 Grand and contract with the WFA? Who could pass that up. Peter had never been a fan of wrestling unlike his uncle ben but he knew that those guys were celebrities and were paid handsomely for their job. Okay, wrestling is fake right? So all I have to do is win one match and then it isn't really cheating because I would just be acting… and aunt May and uncle Ben would be able to sleep comfortably.

Peter cracked his knuckles then furrowed his brow. Let's get ready to rumble, hogan.