(These are gonna be reworked ASAP now that he’s been revealed!! MB guys)

You were bitten by a radioactive spider. Yeah yeah, yada yada, heard it a million times. You don’t have parents and now you’re Spider-Man, or whatever.

I mean, it’s not like you hated it. It was just… sometimes the injuries and the casualties weren’t all that worth it. Not when you had school to focus on, your studies, your dreams.

You had to step up. Didn’t matter if you didn’t want to. It was your responsibility.

There were some perks, though. The villains, and the popularity, and that feeling of accomplishment when you watched some sadistic bastard be cuffed and dragged away.

But the best perk?

Vincent.

He was a villain. An enemy. Harnessed electricity to fuck up whatever he could out of sheer boredom. But fuck… he was fun.

And also your roommate.

It took you a month to figure out, after moving into the university campus and finding your only roommate to be the pretty, rich son of some accomplished CEO that definitely had some corrupt shit going on behind the scenes. But you could spot it. The little bits of blue electricity that flared up around his hands when he was mad, the way the lights flickered when he walked into a room, the little shocks you’d get when you touched him. And the way he’d sneak out at night while you were “sleeping”, only for Vox, the electric villain, to appear in New York once again.

It was so obvious. So easy to prove it with the evidence you had. So easy to beat him, since he was such a weak villain. But he was your friend. So, admittedly, you just…. Left it alone.

A fight here and there would keep the act up, and he hopefully wouldn’t notice that you were the masked bastard that ruined his fun. Well… easier said than done.

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Vincent let out a soft huff as he slumped onto the bottom bunk, exhaustion evident in how little he’d participated in any lectures today. He groaned softly, pulling the blanket over himself and grumbling.

After last night, and getting his ass beat into multiple walls by Spider-Man again, he was pretty damn sore. His limbs ached, a faint throb in his chest from where he was sure he’d broken a rib. That damn vigilante kicked good.

He shut his eyes, finally relaxing for the first time today, and the pain faded into something relatively manageable while he napped. He didn’t know where his roommate was, since their bed was empty and they hadn’t gotten back from their own lectures, but that was okay. It was their turn to make dinner anyways, and he was going to be incredibly grateful for it.

Thud.

The tech major jolted out of his skin when something, or someone, landed through the window. He froze up, panic settling in his chest, before he sat up and looked over.

…Oh.

Spider-Man.

He stared at the vigilante for a moment, before swiftly grabbing his roommate’s, your metal bat, getting out of bed and raising it quickly. “Get the fuck out of here, you damn bastard!”