Chapter 2: Chapter 1
New York City
Tobias Macguire was not in a good mood. He was walking down the street, sipping his coffee when a random dude came up to him with a knife and pulled him into an alley.
The guy wore a purple ski mask and a black hoodie.
"Give me all your money." He threatened him in a low gravely voice
"No, no, no, no...." Toby shook his head before sweeping his long hair to the side. He took a sip of his coffee. "I'm gonna put some dirt in your eye." He smirked and before the mugger could process the words, a fist had already arrived at his face.
"Bam!" Down in one hit. His knife clattered to the ground beside him, the man howling and clutching his bleeding nose. The front of the purple ski mask turning red from the blood.
Toby drew back his fist and walked away, sighing.
"See ya, chump!"
The streets of New York, though dangerous at times, could be a very beautiful sight.
Strolling down the sidewalk, Toby looked around. The early spring breeze blew in his face.
It was early morning so shops had just started to open, and few cars drove down the streets.
Above, he could see the sun slowly rising over the buildings, slightly obscured by clouds.
Walking past the local convenience store, he nodded to a few locals before arriving at a building.
"32nd Autumn Street, Building 5 . Walking into the building, he was greeted with a few flights of stairs which he quickly climbed.
When he arrived on the second floor, he went down the narrow hallway and took out a key from his coat pocket.
The door creaked open as he yanked the key out of the rusty handle.
The apartment was quite quaint, with a single bathroom, kitchen, living room, and bedroom.
He collapsed on a comfortable leather sofa, putting the cup of coffee on a low glass table,e and whipped out his phone.
"Tony Stark heads to Afghanistan for weapon testing"
Scrolling through different news articles and gossip magazines, Toby checked the time.
5:47 apparently. His work started at 8:00, he had gotten up early due to unintentionally setting his alarm to 5:00.
Toby was a photojournalist, graduating from college, he decided to go into the journalism industry, due to his love of photography.
Though his boss was sort of a pain, it paid well and his workload was decent, so all in all, he was pretty content.
Getting up, he went to his kitchen and whipped up a bacon and egg sandwich.
The smell of crispy bacon soon wafted through the air.
He ate his breakfast in silence. The only sound was the occasional sound of cars driving down the street and pigeons squawking.
A few minutes passed and Toby was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, also in silence.
He washed his face and went back to the couch before switching on the news.
"A jewelry robbery has happened, the crime happened on-" The news anchor was cut off as Toby switched the channel.
"Quick! Remember to keep the bread in the oven for a few more minutes."
Toby settled with a baking show.
"With great power comes great responsibility…." Toby said depreciatingly, thinking about the jewelry robbery.
"I am done with that stuff….." He smiled. "Toby Macguire is no longer Spiderman, no longer a bully, no longer a savior, no longer a hero, I am simply Toby Macguire, your average friendly neighborhood journalist.…."
"Knock, knock." Someone banged on his door, causing him to get up.
"Ugghh….. What a pain…." Groaning, he got up and lurched forward, ready to tell the salesmen or whatever to go away, as far as he was concerned, his two neighbors on the first floor and seventh floor were not very social.
"Are you our neighbor?" A childish and strangely familiar voice sounded. "We just moved in and I just wanted to say hi…."
"Hell!?" Toby looked down as if had seen a ghost, in front of him, was someone who should not exist, someone…..
"-o." Toby quickly remarked.
"Hi, my name is Peter Parker…" The childish voice sounded once again.
It was him, from before…. But different.
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