Narrator's POV:

We can currently see New York City in its usual state of chaos. Buildings were burning, people were screaming and villains were doing villainous stuff. Just a normal day in New York. Now you might be saying, "Wait Narrator! If there are villains, surely there must be heroes to fight them right?". And this assumption of yours is correct but the villains who were fighting were not a part of Iron Man's rouge gallery nor were they a part of "The Fantastic Four's" rouge gallery.

No, They were a part of our one and only "Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man's" rogue gallery. And just like all the other times, the heroes decided, "Spidey will take care of the mess, 'his' rouge gallery is making " and then just left it at that. Poor Spidey. Anyways welcome to "Universe-23072008". Now to the protagonist of this story.

Peter's POV:

Well let's do this. Hey y'all, I've been the one and only Spider-Man of this universe for the past three years. I got bit by a spider when I was thirteen, gained superpowers, became a youtuber, lost Uncle Ben in a car accident, became a hero, fought some bad guys, became an Avenger, fought some more bad guys, became an honorary member of the "Fantastic Four", once again fought some more bad guys, kicked a guy named "Paul" real hard in the nutsack 'cause he was harassing my friend MJ, wrote a song, got beaten up by the "Sinister Six", got payback, and became an awesome superhero.

Now you might be thinking, what is different about this guy other than being a youtuber, losing Uncle Ben in a car accident and kicking Paul in the nutsack. Well my dear "Voices in my head", I am a mutant. You see when I turned fifteen, the "X-Men" and the "Brotherhood of Mutants" approached me claiming I'm a mutant and like any same person, I told them I'm a mutate, as in someone who gained powers through artificial means.

Sadly, Magneto did not like my response and then decided bringing over twenty cars down upon my appartment was the best course of action. Luckily or unluckily, my mutant power activated at that moment. My mutant power is "Armament" which lets me create items, but there is a twist. All my created items have some special ability. And my first item? A pair of gauntlets that creates a small shockwave when I hit something.

Too bad for Magneto, he ended up being the first thing my gauntlets hit that day and the "X-Men" payed for all the damage caused by Magneto. They left me alone when I expressed my wish to continue as the "Fabulous Spider-Man", and the "Brotherhood" stopped bothering me when they saw that I had already picked a side.

To make it easier for me to create and destroy my items, my mind created a mental archive filled with blueprints and these archives manifest in the form of a game panel for items that people can see and interact with, but for some reason it also came with a restriction. I can't create any items, that I haven't 'unlocked'. I can only unlock items at random moments but the unlocked item is always related to the situation.

The items I have so far are "Asura's gauntlets", "Boltblazer's shoes" and "Karma's spear". You know the ability of "Asura's gauntlets", so I'll tell you about "Boltblazer's shoes" and "Karma's spear". "Boltblazer's shoes" increase my overall speed and gives me bursts of speed when needed. "Karma's spear" on the other hand gives debuffs( like bleeding or hallucination) to the person it hits. I also can't use two items at the same time so I have learnt to switch between them faster.

Other than this difference, I also have the power of bio-electricity, camouflage and spider control. Anyways, with introductions out of the way, I have a fight to take part in. The Sinister Six this time are Dr.Octopus, Mysterio, Vulture, Rhino, Scorpion and Electro. This is going to be tricky but I have done this once, so I'll do it again. Here we go.

No One's POV:

Spider-Man swung to the city square, where the Sinister Six were rampaging.Times Square was a storm of screams and shrapnel. Neon signs exploded in showers of glass as the Sinister Six carved through the heart of New York. Spider-Man arrived at the epicenter, his breaths sharp and steady beneath a suit that rippled faintly, half-invisible, camouflage fluctuating, clinging to his skin like a second shadow.

"C'mon, doc," he muttered, watching Doc Ock's metal arms carve trenches in the asphalt. "You really think six's a crowd? I've dealt with way worse in algebra class."

A screech of metal was heard, as Rhino barreled toward a building like a freight train in flesh and armor. Peter's hands flickered with arcs of blue-white bio-electricity,as he jumped over, slapping a charged palm against the brute's flank. Aleksei roared, muscles spasming, but momentum carried him crashing into a stalled taxi.

"Stay down, big guy," Peter said, already leaping skyward as Electro's lightning split the air where he'd stood. The ground sizzled, molten concrete bubbling. "You missed the RSVP, Max!" Peter taunted, flipping midair. His gloves shimmered, morphing into "Asura's gauntlets", huge metallic gauntlets, humming with raw force. He punched downward, and the shockwave that erupted sent Electro skidding backward, his crackling form flickering like a dying bulb.

Vulture descended like a raptor, wing-blades slicing. Peter's camouflage faltered as he twisted, talons grazing his shoulder. "Nice cosplay, Toomes!" He activated "Boltblazer's shoes", neon-blue energy flaring at his heels. The world blurred. One second he was ducking a swipe; the next, he'd scaled a skyscraper, shoes leaving trails of light. Vulture banked hard, but Peter was faster, a sudden burst of speed launched him onto the villain's back. "Shouldn't you be in retirement having coffee and doing senior citizen stuff, old man?" Peter said as bio-electricity surged, frying the suit's circuitry. "Well, now you are grounded for life," Peter quipped as Toomes plummeted, tangled in his own smoldering wings.

A swarm of spiders erupted from subway grates, with the help of spider control, as Scorpion lunged, with his tail poised to strike. The arachnids clambered over Mac Gargan's armor, silk webbing his eyes. "Get off!" he bellowed, thrashing. Peter didn't wait. He spun, hurling a web-line to yank a falling billboard,pinning Scorpion beneath it.

Smoke billowed suddenly, twisting into grotesque shapes, fire-breathing serpents, molten lava. Mysterio's laugh echoed. "Lost yet, bug?" "You're so last season, Beck." Peter closed his eyes, letting the spiders guide him. Their tiny legs vibrated, locating Mysterio. Peter lunged through the illusion, gauntlets shattering Mysterio's projector. The smoke cleared, revealing Beck gaping in a neon-green leotard. "Pro tip," Peter said, webbing him to a hot dog cart,"Spiders hate bad special effects.".Not being able to handle the humiliation, Mysterio shouted, "I'll make you pay! Just you wait bug!". "Hey spiders are arachnids, not bugs!", Peter replied while swinging away.

A metallic screech was heard once again as Doc Ock's arms lunged, snatching Peter mid-victory quip. "Clever tricks," Otto sneered, tightening his grip. "But you're still a child."

Peter grinned, blood trickling from his lip. "Yeah. But kids? We learn." His gauntlets dissolved, replaced by Karma's spear a sleek, violet weapon humming with eerie light. He stabbed upward, the blade grazing Otto's shoulder. Instantly, the doctor's arms shuddered, movements sluggish, hydraulics groaning. "Debuff. Works every time," Peter gasped, writhing free.

He didn't stop. Camouflage flickered as he cloaked, reappearing behind Otto. Bio-electricity surged through his palms, jolting the neural port at the base of Otto's skull. The arms spasmed, crashing down like felled trees.

The square fell silent, save for the hiss of broken machinery and the distant wail of sirens. Peter stood amid the wreckage, sweat-drenched and trembling, his suit's camouflage finally failing. He glanced at his suit, which was a little damaged . "Not bad for a fight against these guys," he muttered.

Somewhere beneath a pile of rubble, Rhino groaned. Electro spat a weak arc of lightning. Peter shot a web to the nearest lamppost, planning to swing skyward. "Next time," he called down, "bring better toys!" , but just as he was about to go away, Mysterio somehow out his restraints, took out a stone tablet and started to read loudly a bunch of scriptures.

All of a sudden the tablet started to have cracks form on it and Peter's spider sense started to ring loudly. Recognising the danger, Peter snatched the tablet away from Mysterio but it was too late, as a bright light covered him and Spider-Man disappeared without a trace. "What was that?", Electro asked, surprised to see Spider-Man disappear. "I don't know. A dude in a business suit gave it to me."replied Mysterio. And now, only the Sinister Six knew what had transpired that day.

Now we switch to a different scene. We can see Peter in his Spider-Man suit just floating through the void, barely concious.'Get up… gotta… move…' His thoughts slurred, consciousness flickering. But there was nothing to push against, no ground, no sky—just infinite dark.

Suddenly, gravity twisted. Peter's body lurched forward as if caught in a cosmic riptide, accelerating faster than freefall. Colors bled into the void—neon galaxies, fractal cities, worlds where skyscrapers grew like trees and oceans floated in zero-g. Universes flashed around him: a caped hero soaring, a lasso-wielding warrior chargeing, a tech-clad strategist commanding,united with a speedster,a emerald light wielder,a monarch with a trident, and a cyborg,a wild west populated by vibranium-armored cowboys, a Tokyo skyline where kaiju-sized Avengers clashed… and then 'it' appeared.

A writhing mass of jagged, iridescent crystal, sharp as shattered glass, piercing a inky blackness. The crystalline entity (a Poison, though he didn't know the name) seemed to 'consume' the black mass, their forms merging into a grotesque hybrid: oily tendrils laced with prismatic shards, pulsing with sickly violet light.

"What the—?" Peter croaked, but the fusion was already surging toward him. He tried to twist away, but momentum betrayed him. The creature slammed into his chest, its substance melting into his skin like molten wax and needles. Agony seared his nerves, a thousand voices screeching in his skull, alien and ravenous. Then, silence again.

The acceleration stopped with a sound like reality itself tearing. Peter plummeted from a fissure in the sky, trailing tendrils of violet-tinged darkness. Below him stretched the moonlit harbor of Vale—a maze of docks, cargo ships, and rippling black water. He barely had time to gasp before he struck the surface, the impact sending a geyser of saltwater skyward.

'Cold.' The shock jolted him awake. His body sank, the symbiote's crystalline veins flickering like dying neon as the harbor's depths swallowed him. For a heartbeat, he hung suspended, watching air bubbles rise toward the distant shimmer of the surface. Then the voices returned. "Drown… or rise."

The symbiote surged, its inky biomass hardening around his limbs. Peter rocketed upward, breaching the water with a gasp. He crashed onto a weather-beaten dock, wood splintering beneath him. The suit steamed faintly, expelling seawater through porous crystalline nodes.

"Okay… new rules," he coughed, rolling onto his knees. The harbor sprawled around him—a labyrinth of cranes, stacked shipping containers, and the distant glow of city lights. Mist clung to the air, blending with the smoke curling from his corrupted suit.

A low, guttural growl echoed across the water. Peter's Spider-Sense flared, but it felt distorted, filtered through the symbiote's alien instincts. He turned. Emerging from the fog was a creature like a serpent fused with a warship—a 'Sea Feilong', its bone-white mask cracked, glowing crimson eyes fixed on him. Its tail lashed, smashing a moored fishing vessel to driftwood.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me," Peter muttered. The symbiote bristled, jagged crystal shards erupting from his shoulders in a crown of violet spines. "Prey," the voices hissed, eager.

"We're not eating the kaiju snake," Peter snapped, backflipping as the Feilong's tail cratered the dock where he'd stood. The symbiote disagreed. His next dodge twisted into a reckless charge, his fist slamming into the Grimm's mask. Crystalline claws tore through bone-like plating, spraying black ichor. The Feilong recoiled, shrieking, but Peter barely felt the hit—his knuckles already knitting back together. Too fast. Too strong. The symbiote was rewriting his limits, warping them into something unpredictable.

"Fight. Kill. CONSUME."the symbiote roared. "No," he growled, clenching his fists. The suit writhed, resisting. Across the harbor, the Feilong lunged, its maw wide enough to swallow him whole. Peter leapt—not away, but into the Grimm's throat. The symbiote erupted in a frenzy of claws and teeth, shredding the beast from the inside.

When the Feilong dissolved into smoke, Peter stood amidst the wreckage, his suit dripping with oily residue. The symbiote shuddered, its violet veins dimming. Then, the symbiote started to stabilize and it started to expel some purple liquid and the crystalline veins started to turn into white. Then the symbiote shredded Peter's suit and then covered him similar to his original suit, except his suit's colour scheme had been changed.

The red had been replaced by grey and the blue had been replaced by black, the white spider symbol had been turned into a black spider and a new black hood had appeared over his new suit. And his hands had turned into claws. Peter stood there stupified, having no idea about what was happening. First he was fighting the Sinister Six, next he was covered in a bright light, then he was floating in the void, then he saw something 'consume' a black inky mass, next he accidentally fused with it, and then he fell into the sea, fought a sea monster and finally he was now covered in a new suit and apparently had voices in his head now.Well he can deal with this, right?

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Hey guys! It's your friendly author here. This is my second fanfiction. I'm just writing this because I saw a lot of "Deku in RWBY" fanfics but very less "Peter Parker in RWBY" fanfics. Plus I was bored. This fanfiction won't get much focus cause I haven't even completed the 10th chapter of my first fic,"Marvel: Peter's Second Chance". Anyways enjoy.

Here are the images of Peter's items and suits:

Asura's gauntlets

Boltblazer's shoes

Karma's spear

Peter's Symbiote Suit

Peter's suits colour scheme