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Note, that is not what your suit looks like right now

Hi, I'm Spider-Man! Also known as your friendly neighborhood wall-crawler of New York! And F/N, though people dont know that F/N and Spider-Man are the same guy- secret identity and all that. You all know the story, spider bite, uncle died, took up an unforgiving job, fought some supervillains, yadda yadda. But we've got more important things to talk about. Like how I got sent to this strange city I'd never seen before. The Fantastic Four were working on some teleportation tech so they could keep up with a group of interdimensional space pirates and asked me for help, but... things didn't exactly go as planned, and now I'm in a super dark and rainy city. Well, at least the suit fits in.

"Ugh, this is awful. Typical Spidey luck, am I right?" F/N asked himself from under the mask, groaning as he swung through the buildings. He huffed and took shelter under a gargoyle overlooking the city's streets.

"Now I need to find some billionaire who's secretly a superhero to help find a way to send me back home." He narrowed his eyes as he watched some police cars driving off after an armored van. F/N smirked under the mask.

"Suppose I could help out the local force while I'm here. I'm sure the other Web Warriors can handle things back in New York."

MEANWHILE, NEW YORK CITY-

Three different spider people were fighting an amped-up villain alongside the Avengers, most of whom were injured and unable to fight.

"HEALER'S DOWN!"

"NEED A REST!"

"OUT OF MANA!"

"AAAAAHHHH"

"AAAAAHHHH"

"AAAAAHHHH"

BACK TO SPIDER-MAN-

As the spider hero swung down and landed on the roof, he stuck his head in through the rolled-down driver-side window.

"Hey fell... as... well I'll be darned! A court jester stealing from the king?! Who would have thought?!" Spider-man said, tilting his head out of the way of a gun.

"Hey now, jesters are supposed to like jokes, not shoot the comedian!" he quipped, using a web to yank the gun out of her hand.

"Can it Red! I ain't no jesta! The names Harley Quinn!" The woman growled from the driver's seat.

"Hey, I've got more colors than just red! Besides, you're not very convincing, 'Harlequin'!" Spider-man sighed, jumping onto the hood and punching a hole through the engine.

"Oh gee wilikers, sometimes I forget my own strength! Seriously, man, 'gee wilikers' was the best you could do? Well, at least it looks like this place has no shortage of need for a hero." Despite his totaling of the vehicle, the persistent jester banked a hard right. This put them on a crash course into some pedestrians. Thinking quickly, Spider-man webbed himself to a pair of buildings over and over, slowing the car down faster. Once it came to a stop, the cops braked hard and surrounded the car, arresting Harley and thanking Spider-man.

"Oh man, I could get used to you guys. While I'm not hated back home, you guys definitely are a step up from the few that give me thanks. I could even hug you all!" The cops laughed and patted him on the back.

"How old are you, kid? You don't sound older than 16!" Spider-man crossed his arms and shook.

"Man, I keep getting that! I'm 20 for crying out loud!" Everyone started laughing as the crowd cheered for him.

"Hey, what's your name?" one of the officers asked.

"Spider-man, yours?" Spider-man asked, extending a hand to shake.

"I'm Shane. That's Jackson, Samantha, and Paul. Thanks for the help, Spider." The hero simply pointed finger guns at them before swinging off. The masked vigilante felt the rain ease up before disappearing entirely. He sighed in relief and stretched.

"You're not from around here," a new, formal voice commented. There was a slight, almost imperceptible, country accent to it. Turning around, Spider-man saw red and blue spandex. A yellow and red "S" adorned the chest like a shield. The man wearing the uniform had black hair and seemed friendly enough. At least he wasn't triggering the Spider Sense.

"Gee, how could you tell? Tell me, country man, where exactly am I?" The dark-haired man chuckled, pointing at Spider-man's chest.

"You don't fit in with the decorum of the city that well. Though the spandex is fairly common," the S man said, earning a laugh out of Spider-man.

"HAH! And here I thought that I was the only one with a sense of humor! What's your name, big guy?" This exchange was going far better than the one he had when he first arrived.

"Superman. Yourself?" Superman introduced himself, smiling at the young hero.

"I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-man. Though, this isn't exactly my neighborhood. See, I was fighting these interdimensional-" he began as Superman raised a hand, smiling.

"I've had to deal with a few instances of interdimensional villains myself, so I know exactly what you're talking about. The League will help you find a way back home. For the time being, we'd appreciate any help we can get. I'll introduce you when we get the time. I'd be easy since I'm already on my way there. Say, how come I can't see through your suit?"

"X-Ray vision? Seriously, man? That's cheating!" Spider-man laughed, retracting the suit from his arms as a small show of what it actually was and to reveal the web shooters.

"For the record, my suit is a symbiotic organism that's been helping me with the whole hero business. Some of the other Spider-people have had... issues with symbiotes in the past, me and Sidestep and I have an agreement that keeps us both happy and alive. She's been influential in my development as a hero, allowing me an almost 360° view of my surroundings and boosting all my other abilities. She likes chocolate." Superman was fascinated, presumably not having any species like the Klyntar in this universe.

"I never knew such a species could exist. You'll be an interesting addition to any team you join." Spider-man let the suit reform around his arms, stretching as he got ready to head off with his new hero friend.

"Alright, I'll follow your lead! Unless we're going where there aren't many buildings to swing from. In which case I may need to grab on."

"Nice to meet you, Spider-man."