Spider-Man: Black and Blue (AU) Chapter 14: Spider-Man

[Damon's POV]

Rows upon rows of cars flowed steadily beneath me, moving in orderly, quiet lanes of traffic. The occasional blare of a horn pierced the air, but even that was mostly drowned out by the constant rush of wind screaming past my ears. From up here, suspended in motion, the city felt distant—muted, almost serene.

The world below flipped upside down as I twisted through the air with practiced grace. I thrust a hand forward, and a thin strand of webbing shot from my wrist, arcing through the sky before anchoring itself to the edge of a towering building.

Gripping the web tightly with both hands, I let my body swing outward, propelled by the sheer force of momentum. The wide sprawl of the city stretched before me as I soared, suspended above it all. When I reached the peak of my swing, I released the webbing with a swift kick off the air and launched myself forward, fully embracing the rush.

Without hesitation, I extended my other hand. I could feel the familiar pressure in my arm as another line of webbing burst forth, shooting through the air and latching onto the side of another building just ahead.

The tension in the line pulled tight and slingshotted me forward with a rush of speed that made my stomach flutter. I spun mid-air, twisting into a corkscrew, laughing to myself as I somersaulted between towering brick buildings. My fingers flicked out instinctively, launching another strand before I could even hit the peak of my swing.

I arced high, so high the city seemed to pause beneath me, before gravity pulled me back down. With a tug and a twist, I launched myself sideways and landed running along the side of a brick-layered building, each step reverberating in the soles of my feet. The glass hummed under my weight, but I was too fast, too light to leave even a smudge.

Then I was leaping again as I reached the end, soaring above rooftops with a quick pull of my webstrings. My feet hit the edge of one and I kept moving—running, vaulting, rebounding off ventilation units and chimneys. My body moved like it knew the rhythm of the city, like I’d done this a thousand times.

It all just felt so natural.

I flipped forward, aiming for a perfect dive through a rooftop water tower’s iron supports when a sudden flutter erupted around me. A flock of pigeons burst into the sky, wings flapping wildly, scattering in every direction. For a second, they surrounded me—feathers brushing my arms, my face—as I shot out a line of web through the chaos and pulled myself out latching onto a buildings ledge.

My body twisted mid-air again—I couldn’t help it—and I pulled a trick: legs tucked in, a full horizontal spin, then a backflip before straightening into a perfect landing on top of another roof.

A shot twin webs towards the top of an even higher and pulled tightly until I bolted through the air like a slingshot, high above into the air of the city.

Ahead of me, I could see my reflection on a towering glass skyscraper, my image growing larger and more refined the closer I become. While I extended my hand and feet forwards to brace myself.  

The glass accepted me like an old friend. My fingers and feet stuck naturally.

My breath hitched.

There I was.

Staring back at me.

Clinging effortlessly to the sheer vertical surface, was a version of myself unlike any I’d seen before. A bright white suit meshed seamlessly with streaks of sharp black, designed like armor, sleek and modern.

A glowing blue spider insignia spread across my chest, looking hard and solid due to the material it was made of, the symbol rose and fell slightly with every breath I took.

The insignia was made out of carbon fiber plates which also covered my knuckles, forearms, and soles of my feet—flexible, lightweight, but strong enough to protect me against bullets and bladed items.

I tilted my head, watching the reflection mimic me, then pressed my hand flat against the glass. The city reflected beneath me like artworked, never in my two lifetimes could I have ever dream this was possible.

Yet this?

This felt right.

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[Third Person's PoV]

“So,  how you feeling on your first real test drive?” Richard's voice crackled through Damon’s earpiece, layered with the hum of static and background tech noise.

“I’m loving every moment of it so far,” Damon replied with a faint chuckle. He placed two fingers to the side of his head, grinning beneath his mask. “Alright, hit me with the first save of the day.”

Back in their modest command center, Richard leaned back in his rolling chair, headphones clamped over his head. With practiced ease, he spun toward the police scanner and twisted the dial. A burst of static faded into the clear voice of a dispatcher.

“All units, be advised — foot pursuit in progress. Suspects are armed and fleeing southbound on 80th and Metropolitan Avenue. Officers requesting backup. Repeat, backup needed at 80th and Metropolitan.”

Richard’s eyes lit up. “Bingo,” he muttered, fingers dancing across the console beside him as he pulled up a digital map of the area. He pressed a button, reopening the comm line.

“Alright, we’ve got your first job of the morning. A couple of armed suspects running through Midtown, 80th and Metropolitan. They’re on foot, and from the looks of it, you can intercept before they vanish into the crowd.”

“I’m on it!” Damon exclaimed, adrenaline surging as he pulled free from the glass side of a towering skyscraper and dove headfirst into the open air.

The wind howled in his ears as he swung with effortless rhythm, one arm after the other, the city blurring around him.

Just ahead, two suspects bolted through the crowd, shoving pedestrians aside and kicking over trash bins in a reckless attempt to flee.

Damon spotted them and picked up speed. With a smooth arc, he launched himself forward and landed nimbly atop a streetlamp right in their path.

“Surprise!” he called out, grinning behind the mask.

Before either man could react, Damon shot a web at one of the runners, snagging him by the foot. “Hey, look! Got your toes!”

With a sharp tug, he yanked the suspect off balance and slammed him against the lamp post, flipping in the air and quickly webbing him to it.

The second man skidded to a stop, pulling out a handgun with a mix of fear and disbelief. Damon didn’t flinch. A quick flick of his wrist and a web clogged the barrel.

“Aww, having trouble shooting?” Damon teased as he closed the distance. “Don’t worry, that’s normal when you start to age.”

Before the man could run, Damon swept his legs out from under him, slamming him to the pavement.

“And like all limp things do—stay down,” he quipped, webbing him to the ground with two quick shots.

By the time the two officers chasing them caught up, Damon was already perched on the side of a nearby building, ready to take off.

“I’ll leave them to you guys in blue!” he called cheerfully. “Courtesy of me!”

The officers stood frozen for a beat, mouths slightly agape, trying to process what just happened. Pedestrians around them stared, equally stunned, as the masked vigilante vanished into the skyline with a single powerful swing.