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Countryside Spidey
(Slight Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Spiderwoman!OC) (Little bit of Yandere Green Goblin! OC x Spiderwoman! OC)
Warning: A bit mature themes in the beginning
Emma Ritter spent two years in denial and grief. She was seventeen, turning eighteen in a month. When she was fourteen, she was bitten by a radioactive spider.
Two years ago, her best friend, Henry Owens- betrayed her. She was going into her second year as Spiderwoman, the masked heroine when she so-called “figured out” the identity of perverted Green Goblin. Her conclusions came to Nickolas Owens, Henry’s father and CEO of Owen Industries. She never considered the possibility of Henry actually being the Green Goblin.
She went to confront Nickolas on November 7th at 10:37 PM EST. It was raining heavily that night. When she arrived on scene, she found Nickolas’ head on a little fancy plate, on a nicely set table. Around her lied different parts of Nickolas, and his blood seemed to have repainted the walls a scarlet red.
On the table where Nickolas’ head, fixed with a horrified expression, a candle was lit. Two wine glasses were set down, and then filled with Nickolas’ own blood.
Emma looked at the man responsible, completely mortified. Henry Owens, her best friend, grinned at her. His black hair was drenched wet, indicating he just took a shower. He wore black dress pants, and a white dress shirt. His green eyes stared at Emma, with a rather lustfully and obsessive glint in them, rather then a murderous psychopath who just murdered his only family.
Henry walked up to Emma, and cupped her face with his firm hands, forcing her to look at him. He smirked when her lips parted. “My, my.” He giggled. “You showed up in your Spidey-Suit? Darling, I find that rather... hot.”
Emma felt beyond furious and terrified. She fought Venom, Vulture, Doc Ock, Electro, Rhino, Kraven the Hunter, Kingpin, and even Doctor Doom! Why would she so terrified of her own best friend who went completely nuts?!
“Why do you look terrified? I thought you wanted him dead.” He chuckles. “I overheard your conversation with Willow, how you were so convinced he was the Green Goblin! Oh, how you planned to confront him and kick his ass. Sorry, darling, I beat you to it.”
The rest was a blur, all Emma could remember was Faith Harrison, aka Black Cat stopping her from punching the lifeless corpse of Henry Owens and forcing Emma to flea the scene both the cops arrived.
Now here she was, almost three years later. Almost eighteen with long, light brown hair wrap-up in a messy bun with her hazel eyes clearly tired. She wore her black-and-red Spidey suit, but with her mask off. She also wore grey sweatpants and a grey cardigan sweater.
The brunette fell onto her Grandparents couch, absolutely exhausted. The week had been her running around stopping petty thieves, college interviews, homework, and managing to find time to eat and sleep and shower.
She was back in her home state of Sweet Minnesota. Visiting her beloved grandparents in their little town, called [REDACTED].
Her peaceful moment, like all her others, was cut short, this time by her grandmother letting out a fearless shout, “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU COW LOOKING MOTHER-” It was clear where this universes’ Spiderwoman got her short temper and vocabulary of insults from.
Emma quickly jumps up and pulled her mask on while running into her grandparents bedroom. Her grandfather was out fishing with her uncle and father. Her mother, aunt and little sister were trap-shooting.
“Wow! Jesus!” A completely white man from head-to-toe expect for the small black spots across his body was covering his head as Granny Donna smacks him with a broom. “You are a very vile old lady-”
The Spotted Man was cut off by getting round-house kicked in the face by Spiderwoman. “Grandma, are you alright?” She asks her grandmother, concerned written across her face.
“Oh, I’m fine, dear.” Donna Ritter smiles softly. “Now, I’m gonna go make some waffles. Deal with him, won’t ya?” She left the room. Unbothered Queen.
Spiderwoman opens the bedroom window, and toss the Spotted Man outside. She then jumps out and lands on his stomach before doing a front-flip off of him.
“I’m really getting tired of you Spider-people.” The Spotted Man mutters under his breath.
Spiderwoman raises a brow. “Other?” She chuckles. “Buddy, I’m the one and only Spiderwoman. There is no others. No Spider-Man, no Spider-Girl, no Spider-Boy. Only me. Maybe in some other universe but not here.”
“I was talking about the Spider-people from other universes!” He snaps. “Spider-Man from Earth-1610! He turned me into this! Just look at me!”
“Uhh, do I have too?” Spiderwoman winces.
“Excuse you!? Look at you! You’re wearing sweatpants and a sweater over your suit. And what is that? A messy bun? How lazy are you?!”
“Bitch, I haven’t slept in over four days! I’ll kick your confused-zebra looking ass-”
“What is it with the people in this universe and swearing every second they get-”
Suddenly an yellowish-orange portal appears above him and four other spider people land on top of him.
“Uh, where are we?” A Spider-Man dressed in a full-body black Spidey suit with a sprayed-painted red logo on it.
“Earth-16730.” The only Spider-Woman of the group tells him, she wore a black and white Spidey suit with a hood.
“Oh, hello this world’s Spiderwoman!” An Indian Spider-Man waves at me.
“Is she wearing sweatpants?” The first Spider-Man asks.
“Yes, she is.” Emma Ritter cross her arms. “Also, who the hell are you guys?”
“Where the hell are we?” Spider-Woman, looking around. “Like where in your Earth are we?”
“Countryside Minnesota, Miss. Lady.”
“You fight crime in Countryside Minnesota?” The first Spider-Man asks.
“Only during Christmas. For the rest of the year, I’m stationed in the twin cities. It’s a lot easier to swing and shit.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
“Wasn’t there four of you? Where’s the fourth one?” Emma asks, looking around the yard. The other three don’t say anything.
“I’m right here, Luv.” Said the fourth one from behind Emma, she turns around and is face to face with a punk. A Spider-Punk, eating a waffle. “Your grandmother’s quite nice, Luv.” Man was quite literally flashing between pink and red.
“I know she is...” Emma stares at him, wondering what the fuck is going on.
Spider-Punk suddenly grabs her by the hand and twirls her around. “And what’s your name, Luv?”
“Emma... Emma Ritter.”
“That’s a pretty name.”