My head was still ringing as I woke up in an unknown place. The last thing I remembered was watching a Spider-Man edit, but now… what the hell? I was in a room I didn't recognize.
Pushing myself up, I stumbled to the window and saw… a busy city. I didn't know where I was, but I knew I wasn't the same person. I used to be a rugged man in his twenties, a huge Marvel fan, especially of Spider-Man. Now, I was staring out at the world through the eyes of an American teenager.
I caught my reflection in a mirror, startled by the unfamiliar face. Just then, a woman barged in, and we both froze. I wasn't exactly dressed for company.
"Oh! Excuse me!" she stammered, her face flushing as she quickly retreated from the room.
Great. My first day in this world, and I've already given someone secondhand embarrassment. Typical.
But my focus snapped back to the wall stammered with sticker and poster the "NewYork Time square?" I seemed to be in New York City. Wait Could it be? Hope surged through me. I rushed out and grabbed the woman's arm she was still bright red from earlier.
"Tell me, do you know Spider-Man?" I demanded.
She blinked, taken aback. "Uhm, I'm sorry, Jona, but I don't know anything about this 'Spider-Man.'"
I released her, my excitement deflating into disappointment. So, I wasn't in my favorite comic after all. I guess I was just hoping for nothing. At least I learned my name: Jona.
As I stood there, dejected, the woman tapped my shoulder. "Hey, Jonathan, you're still coming to Oscorp Industries tomorrow, right?"
Oscorp! My hope instantly reignited. So, I was in the comics! "Awesome!" I blurted out, immediately running back to my room to throw on some clothes. "Should we get going now?"
She only giggled. "It's not today, dummy. It's tomorrow. Don't be late, alright?"
"Oh, my bad. Haha," I laughed, my mind already racing with possibilities. I guess I got a little too excited. Oh my God, I'm meeting Peter tomorrow!
I closed the door to my room and finally let my excitement burst out, happily thrashing around. As I did, a notebook on the desk caught my eye.
"What's this?" I murmured, picking it up. It was the owner's diary. I opened it, and the contents helped me understand more about this body I was inhabiting. It seemed my full name is Jonathan R. Redovli an unknown extra, I supposed.
But the diary raised my suspicions. How was this character just an extra? Based on the intricate drawings and explanations inside, he was clearly a genius. There were schematics for a highly modified hand armor that could punch with 500 kg of force. If Tony Stark isn't in this universe, I thought, this man could have taken the mantle.
It also weirded me out that I could instantly analyze and understand the complex content. Did I also inherit the intellect of this body's original owner?
Lying down, I looked through the drawings more carefully. The diary also informed me about the people in Jonathan's life. It seemed he had two best friends and a childhood friend the woman from before, named Lily. From the notes, it was clear he had feelings for her.
His two other friends were named Paul and Michael. It was a limited circle, but that was probably for the best. Fewer people to act suspicious around.
As I worked to familiarize myself with my new life, a low growling sound echoed in the room. I needed to eat. After a quick look around confirmed there was no food, I headed downstairs to buy something. But as I stepped outside, I was suddenly bumped into by a stranger.
"Ow, sorry about that..." the voice said.
I knew that voice. My head snapped up. It was really him. Spider-Man!! The Peter Parker was standing right in front of me. A disbelieving laugh escaped my lips. "Hahahaha!"
He gave me a slightly confused look before nodding at the spilled groceries. "Well as long as your fine Jonathan. But sigh now I need to buy another egg"
As he walks away I was still completely frozen "I'm really in the comics of my favorite hero and also with a NEW FACE"