The new Spider-Man

Next day Kiran found himself walking through the hallways of Midtown High, surrounded by curious gazes as news of his uncle's death spread like wildfire. Flash Thomas, known for his antagonistic nature, decided to confront Kiran during this vulnerable time.

"Hey Walker, just because your Uncle died doesn't mean you're special," Flash taunted, standing in Kiran's way. Kiran, consumed by grief and anger, clenched his fists, ready to lash out at Flash. However, before Kiran could act, a familiar hand grabbed his fist – it was Gwen. "Flash, can't you see that Kiran is hurting? Stop being a bully for once," Gwen reprimanded, guiding Kiran away from the commotion. He watched in silence as she led Kiran away, his usual bravado replaced by a pang of guilt.

The stares of the onlookers felt like a spotlight on his conscience, shining a light on his past actions. With a heavy heart, Gwen guided Kiran to the bleachers. As she sat down next to him, she could see the turmoil in his eyes. "Are you sure you should be here instead with your boyfriend?" Kiran muttered, trying to push Gwen away. Gwen shook her head, "Flash was never my boyfriend. We just know each other since kids. But I'm more worried about how you're doing." Kiran's eyes softened as Gwen placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"It's my fault. I should have listened. But I ended up lashing out at him. And instead of helping that clerk, I just didn't care enough to help. It's my fault my uncle is dead," Kiran confessed, his voice filled with regret. Gwen pulled him into a warm hug, surprising Kiran with her gesture of comfort. "You couldn't have known, so don't blame yourself. I bet your uncle knew how much you loved him," Gwen reassured him, trying to lift his spirits. "Thanks, Gwen. And now I know what I have to do," Kiran said, a sense of resolution in his voice as he slowly pulled away from the embrace and walked off, leaving Gwen behind.

Late at night Kiran felt the chill of the night air as he hopped out of the window, careful not to make a sound. In a dark alleyway below was filled with shadows and the faint glow of cigarette tips. A group of men in black suits stood huddled together, their voices low and murmuring.

"Hey! Do you know the name Thomas Johnson?" Kiran's voice cut through the night, his tone serious and unwavering. One of the men turned to him, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Look, kid, you're in the wrong part of town. Just walk away." But Kiran continued to walk towards them, determination in his eyes.

"I asked you a question," he insisted, pushing the man aside. His friend lunged forward, but Kiran was quick to disarm him, sending the man crashing into the wall with a swift kick. As the scuffle escalated, more thugs emerged from a nearby building, surrounding Kiran in a menacing circle. Without missing a beat, Kiran performed a daring backflip, evading their grasp and sprinting through the streets. The thugs gave chase, their footsteps echoing behind him.

Kiran's heart pounded as he climbed a fire escape, reaching the rooftop just as his pursuers closed in. With a daring leap, he soared across a 30-foot gap to the next building, landing gracefully on the rooftop. Turning to face his would-be captors, Kiran offered a mocking bow as they cursed him from afar. With a smirk, he made his escape, descending the building's side with agile grace. But his landing on a car below was less than graceful, eliciting a wince of pain and a self-deprecating chuckle. "Ouch... I really need to get a handle on that," Kiran quipped, brushing himself off.

Next morning Kiran stood atop a tall building in Queens, the bustling city below him. Balancing himself on a metal bar, he walked across slowly, his eyes fixed on the horizon, until his phone suddenly rang. Startled, he answered. "Hello?" "Kiran, can you get some milk while you're out?" his aunt's voice came through the phone. "You got it, bye," Kiran replied before hanging up. As he looked around, his gaze fell upon a spider meticulously spinning its web. Shaking off the distraction, Kiran continued on his way. The next day, Kiran found himself struggling to stay awake in class, his head resting on his hand as he closed his eyes for a moment.

The ringing of the bell snapped him out of his daze, and he hastily packed up his belongings. "Hey Kiran, are you alright? What happened to your face?" Gwen asked, noticing the bruises and black eye on Kiran's face. "Oh, nothing, I just fell off my board and landed pretty hard," he had said, trying to cover up the real reason for his embarrassment. Gwen asked him question that made his cheeks turn bright red.

"Okay... Hey, do you wanna come to my place?" she asked, stumbling over her words. "No, no, no, I mean for dinner. My mom's making mac and cheese tonight. If you wanna come?" she clarified, feeling equally embarrassed. Kiran shook his head, still flustered, but Gwen jotted down her address and walked away, leaving. As Kiran accidentally let out a loud "Yes!", he felt the gaze of some students on him, prompting him to quickly exit the scene in embarrassment.

Kiran overheard the conversation between the two students as he made his way through the crowded school hallway. "Hey, have you heard of this guy going around beating up a bunch of thugs?" one male student asked excitedly. "Yeah, I heard the police are looking for him. It's only a matter of time before they catch him," the other female student replied. As Kiran listened to their discussion, a sense of unease washed over him. He knew he had to keep his secret hidden at all costs. "Looks like I need something to keep my secret a secret," Kiran thought to himself before walking off.

Gwen sat in her room, her eyes darting between the computer screen and her phone. "I hope he found my number on the back," she thought anxiously. Meanwhile, Kiran was outside, scaling the side of a building. "Please don't fall," he muttered to himself, each time he climbed higher. Finally, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "I think she said 2016," Kiran said aloud, before flipping the paper over to reveal a series of numbers. "Is this a phone number? Wait, a number from a girl!" he exclaimed, his excitement growing as he quickly ascended, the sound of a window opening spurring him on. As he reached the fire escape, he caught sight of Gwen.

Gwen was startled by the sound of someone knocking on the window, causing her to turn around in confusion. As she walked over and opened the window, she was surprised to see Kiran standing outside. "Kiran, why are you at the window?" Gwen asked, puzzled. "Your doorman is pretty strict," Kiran replied sheepishly. "That's 30 stories, but okay," Gwen chuckled as Kiran climbed in through the window. "Oh, I was wondering if you wanna go..." Kiran's sentence was cut short as he frantically checked his pockets.

"Crap, I left them at home," Kiran muttered in frustration. "Go where?" Gwen inquired, noticing Kiran's disappointment. "Nevermind, sorry," Kiran said, catching Gwen as she stumbled over her foot, bringing them face to face, their hearts racing. Just as the tension between them grew, the door swung open, revealing a man stepping out. "Gwen, I was wondering... You must be Kiran," the man said, causing both Kiran and Gwen to freeze momentarily before Kiran approached him.

"Yes, sir. Nice to meet you, Mr. Stacy," Kiran greeted, shaking hands with George Stacy. "Nice to meet you too. Hope you like mac and cheese," Mr. Stacy remarked, Kiran responded with a grateful, "Of course." Seated at the dinner table, Kiran found himself next to George, who was engrossed in conversation with another guest.

"Hey dad, I heard you're after that guy who's been fighting thugs in Queens," one of the boys chimed in. "Yeah, he's clumsy, and we'll soon get an ID since he likes to show his face," George remarked, unknowingly causing Kiran's eye to twitch slightly. Internally, Kiran thought, "I should definitely wear a mask next time. I'm such an idiot." "But he can't be all that bad since he's taking down bad guys," Kiran interjected.

"Taking down bad guys is the cops' job, not some man pretending to be a hero," George retorted. "He seems to be helping people, maybe in ways the police can't," Kiran defended. "Helping people? He captures all guys that look the same. He's not doing anything good Mr. Walker," George argued, as Gwen interjected, "Let's get some air, Kiran," she said softly, hoping to diffuse the awkwardness.

Kiran, sensing her discomfort, stood up as well, grateful for the opportunity to escape the stifling atmosphere. "Sorry, Mr. Stacy, if I disrespected you. It wasn't my intention," Kiran said, trying to smooth over the tension. "The mac and cheese was delicious. Thank you, Mrs. Stacy," then following Gwen up to the roof.

Kiran and Gwen Kiran and Gwen were leaning on the ledge on the rooftop, catching their breath after a thrilling chase. "So that was something," Gwen said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Sorry, you know, I thought he was gonna shoot me at some point," Kiran joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Nah, I wouldn't let him shoot you, hehe," Gwen replied, chuckling a bit. Kiran took a deep breath, feeling a rush of nerves as he gathered his thoughts. "Gwen... I'm gonna ask you something. I was planning to tell you in your room, but I left what I was gonna ask you at home. And I'm just rambling on, sorry," Kiran stuttered, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Yeah, I'll go," Gwen responded casually, leaving Kiran shocked but elated. "Okay... So Friday, 6 PM, I'll come pick you up?" Kiran asked nervously. "Well, unless you have a car, I don't know how you can do that, haha," Gwen teased, her laughter infectious as Kiran couldn't help but smile back, mesmerized by her charm.

Just as Kiran was about to make a move, his phone rang, interrupting the moment. "Yes, Aunt. Okay, I'm on my way back," Kiran said before hanging up. "Sorry, I gotta go," Kiran said, feeling disappointed as Gwen nodded, understanding the situation. They shared an awkward hug before parting ways.

Next day, Kiran was in his room sewing a ski mask, putting sunglasses under it to cover his eyes. Late at night, a man was robbing a guy until being stopped by Kiran, knocking him out, then his buddy showed up. "Sorry guys, but I think the party's full," Kiran quipped, kicking one of the guys, then punching the two, grabbing one guy's punch, then getting hit by a baseball bat.

"Ouch, not fair dude," Kiran said before taking down the last two guys then climbing on a building and running off. "I really need to figure out this movement thing," Kiran thought, then seeing a spider hanging from its web. "Ummm," Kiran said, getting an idea. In science class, while the teacher was talking, Kiran was secretly mixing chemicals in a small vase under the desk, creating a sticky fluid.

"Yes!" Kiran covered his mouth in embarrassment as he accidentally yelled out. "I know you're passionate about science, Mr. Walker, but let's keep it to ourselves," the teacher said as everyone chuckled. Hours passed, and Kiran was in his room taking out ten small capsules from his pocket. "Okay, I've got the web fluid, but I need something to shoot it out. Something I can put around my wrist and easy to conceal," Kiran thought while walking on his ceiling back and forth, then dropping down, walking to the basement.

Kiran stumbled upon some old technological gadgets one day. he took take them apart and see if he could repurpose them into something new. As he meticulously put the pieces together, screwing in tiny screws and fitting in a small capsule, he couldn't contain his excitement. With a push of a button, a tiny explosion occurred, followed by a burst of webs shooting out.

"Test one failed," Kiran chuckled, undeterred. Undaunted by the setback, Kiran tried again, only to receive a shocking jolt that left him cursing in pain. After some adjustments and rebuilding, he finally succeeded in creating a functioning web shooter that shot out a steady line of webs. "Finally, now to replicate the same design," Kiran exclaimed, his determination unwavering. Minutes later, Kiran found himself atop the iconic Empire State Building, the gray web shooters snug around his wrists.

Standing on the ledge, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "Okay, you got this, Kiran. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Your brain and guts scattered on the streets?" he muttered to himself, trying to muster up courage. With a leap of faith, Kiran jumped off the building, quickly deploying his web shooter to latch onto a nearby building.

As he swung through the cityscape, he began to feel the thrill of the experience, slowly getting the hang of swinging and releasing at the right moment. However, his newfound skill was short-lived as he swung right into a garage truck, crashing with a resounding thud. "Ouch. What's that smell?" Kiran groaned, rubbing his sore stomach.

Next day at school, Kiran was walking in the hallway until Michael patted his back. "Yo, sup Kiran... Uhh, dude, you smell like a sewer," Michael said. "What! I showered like 5 times last night," Kiran protested. "Have you tried tomato paste? I heard people use it when they've been sprayed by skunks," Michael suggested as they walked through the halls.

Kiran stopped in his tracks, staring at Gwen, who was talking to some friends. She looked over and waved at him, and he waved back. "Kiran, I think you're drooling, bud," Michael teased. "Wait, really!" Kiran yelled in embarrassment, checking his mouth but feeling no drool. Michael burst into laughter. After school, Kiran was in the science classroom making more web fluid when he heard the door open, revealing Gwen.

"There you are, Kiran. I was wondering..." Gwen trailed off, noticing Kiran panic and quickly hiding something. "Are you okay?" Gwen asked. "Yeah, yeah... So, what did you want, Gwen?" Kiran stammered. "I was wondering if you wanted to walk home together?" Gwen asked. "Sure, I mean, yeah," Kiran replied, hastily hiding the glass vase under the table and webbing it up.

In the Bar With No Name, a group of men huddled together, their voices low and serious. "Have you heard of the mask man going around and taking down our boys?" one of the men asked with a frown. "Yeah. Think we should inform the boss about this?" another man questioned, concern etched on his face.

"No, we should take care of this ourselves. Put out a bounty on this mask man. I want to show him what happens when you mess with the Maggia," the leader declared, dialing a number on his phone. Meanwhile, Kiran sat in his room, sketching a new costume in his notebook, his mind racing with ideas. Suddenly, his homemade police scanner crackled to life with news of a robbery at a local store.

"Finally, some action," Kiran muttered to himself, quickly donning his black turtleneck, red ski mask, and blue sweatpants and sneakers, along with his trusty web shooters. With a swift leap out the window, he swung into action, arriving at the scene just in time. "Hey guys, I know that TV looks nice, but you're gonna have to pay for that," Kiran quipped, as he skillfully webbed the TV towards him, narrowly dodging bullets fired by the startled thugs.

With a few quick movements, he had the four thugs webbed up and hanging upside down. "Now just stay there for 2 hours until the police come and get you," Kiran joked, his confidence shining through. As he turned to face the last remaining thug, a tingling sensation in his head alerted him to danger. With a swift backflip, he disarmed the man, expertly webbing him up before the police arrived. "Hmmm, you look different. Oh well, looks like the cops are here," Kiran remarked coolly.

Kiran sat in his room, eyes glued to his desktop as he meticulously sketched out his latest creation—a vibrant blue and red costume with a striking color scheme and spider emblems adorning the chest and back. Satisfied with his design, he wasted no time in ordering the necessary materials online to bring his vision to life. The next day, Kiran eagerly set to work, custom sewing the fabric together into the superhero outfit of his dreams. As dusk turned to dawn, he found himself swinging through the bustling streets of Queens, executing flips and tricks with effortless grace, before coming to a stop on a rooftop with a triumphant yell.

"New suit, same old me. Look out Queen's, your friendly neighborhood... Uhhh? Crap, I forgot to give myself a name. How about Arachnic Man? No, too lame. Maybe just Arachnic. No, oh, how about Wall Crawler," Kiran mused, striking a goofy pose. Suddenly, his attention was drawn to a car careening down the street at breakneck speed. Without hesitation, Kiran swung, landing on the car's rooftop as he leaned out, looking at the driver.

"Can you please slow down! Whoa!" Kiran yelled, dodging the bullets from the driver. As he looked ahead, he saw a woman walking with her baby, unaware of the danger approaching. The car was heading straight towards them.

Thinking quickly, Kiran shot a web, sticking it to a nearby building, effectively stopping the car. He then stuck to the roof of the car, creating a giant web as the car accelerated into it, getting stuck. Suddenly, three black vans parked near him, and several men hopped out, pointing their guns at Kiran.

"Whoa, who are you guys?" Kiran asked, putting his hands up in amusement. "We're the Maggia, and you've been messing with our operations. For that, you'll either come with us or die here," the man said menacingly. Kiran looked around and saw a bunch of innocent people near the scene. Taking a deep breath, Kiran jumped up, shooting webs at the men, throwing them off balance.

He then used his web-pulling technique to disarm them, punching and knocking them out swiftly. However, the situation took a darker turn when one of the men held a woman hostage, pointing a gun at her head. Kiran reacted quickly, shooting his web at the gun, pulling it away as he jumped at the man, kicking him and knocking him out cold. "Call the police," Kiran said calmly under his mask. As he stood victorious over the thugs he had just defeated, he realized that the Maggia was after him. Determined and unwavering, Kiran thought to himself, "So the Maggia is after me, huh? Well, bring it on. I'll make sure to take you down."