Hello my fellow readers! I hope your day has been going well so far. Just as a reminder, these chapters will, from now on until further notice, follow the episodes of RWBY Volume 1 and possibly some of Volume 2. So these chapters are almost practically the episodes of RWBY while doing my best to incorporate Spider-Man as a main character and other characters so it fits the storyline that I'm aiming for. And most POVs will mainly focus on narrator's and Spider-Man's since these chapters will be based off of half of Volume 1 of RWBY and I'm pretty sure most readers here have already watched Volume 1. I don't feel like going on each episode and copying the dialogue line by line and when I do it, it feels cheap and lazy. I remember doing that for most of Spider and Vampire and it wasn't rewarding whatsoever. In a way it felt dirty. This chapter will be somewhat short for a reason. The first reason is that the episode, Jaunedice Part 2, was a bit short and was just a continuation of the last episode, hence the part 2. I didn't plan to have it this short and I had a idea with this chapter, but I decided to save it for another chapter down the road. Without further ado, let's dive into Chapter 11.

Ch. 11: Of Knights and Tyrants Part 2

Change of POV (Spider-Man/Peter POV)

I yawned loudly as I walked out of the classroom where detention took place. After the whole cafeteria fight with Team CRDL, they and I got sent to Ozpin's office to speak of this matter. He asked me and the team to speak their sides of the conflict to resolve it. Team CRDL, as expected of them, ranted on about the conflict. And of course, Cardin argued that I should be the only one to receive punishment considering their minor injuries compared to my lack of any scratches or bruises. Granted, it was a justifiable reason, I'll give them that. But once it was my turn to tell his story, Team CRDL's actions outweighed what I did. They practiced racism, which was forbidden in Beacon. And not only did they bullied but attempted to harm not one but two students. Despite of the conversation and Team CRDL's attempts, both Team CRDL and I received detention after lessons. Luckily for me, I was placed in a different classroom from Team CRDL to avoid any more conflict.

Just earlier before detention, I had another class with my team and Team JNPR….and Team CRDL much to my dismay. When I walked in, I felt the stares of other students watching over me as if someone was spying on me with a pair of binoculars. I recognized a couple students in this class along with Team RWBY, JNPR, and CRDL who were eyeing me down. It was quite…disturbing. History class was with Professor Oobleck, who is probably the only person who can match speeds against Quicksilver, well at least in this universe. I have yet to find other speedsters excluding the teacher here. I assumed this was his…whatchacallit…semblance I think. But now knowing this trait, I may be more inclined to even call him Speedy Gonzalez. But I'm pretty sure he wouldn't get it, considering both of us live in different universes. Not unless Speedy Gonzalez was actually a thing….Assassin's Creed was, oh well. I digress. The classroom looked the same as all other classrooms in the academy. Wooden curved seats lined up moving up one step each row, a giant chalkboard that was partially covered in writing using chalk, and the teacher's desk was placed in the middle-front of the classroom just behind the chalkboard with stacks of books on each side. As usual for other classrooms, there were posters on the high walls that stated inspirational text from famous huntsmen and huntresses that motivated students to follow their footsteps. Following Beacon's usual gothic style, tall high windows were at the walls on the right side of the lecture hall.

Professor Oobleck was a rather tall young man who had messy green hair owning a pale complexion. He wore a formal white buttoned up shirt that was partially tucked into his dark green pants. His yellow tie was loosely tied as if he didn't bother tightening it properly. For most people who wear shirts such as Oobleck's, the collar would be folded hiding the rest of the tie, but it was purely the opposite. It was unfolded and raised up to his chin, revealing the collar neck of the tie. His shoes didn't seem to match either as he wore brown and black formal shoes. Overall, he seemed to be an untidy person, but I guess he became a history teacher for a reason. He always liked to drink what I assumed to be coffee inside of his Beacon-styled mug.

No. Not liked.

He took his "coffee" every time he stood stationary for a few seconds in his lecture.

He did not "like" it.

He loved it.

And like I mentioned earlier, he seemed to be a very hyperactive person. Maybe it's because of that drink… I didn't bother to ask as I felt like querying would insult his lifestyle. Today, he was teaching us the history about the war between the Faunus and the Humans generations ago. Although, history wasn't my cup of tea. Science was. But regardless, the history in this world seemed interesting. Apparently, the faunus have night vision, which I never caught onto when studying about this world. Maybe that's what Chapter 7 was…it did say night vision for the title but I didn't give that chapter the time of day to pay attention to it's information. I discovered this ability from Pyrrha answering the question Professor Oobleck inquired. It was originally meant for Jaune due to his lack of attention to the lecture. Pyrrha attempted to help him answer the question with hand gestures. But her gestures weren't exactly accurate. Her hands tried to intimidate night vision, but Jaune had a different answer, almost completely different from night vision.

Binoculars.

Cardin proceeded to laugh and taunt Jaune. However, much to both of their dismay, Professor Oobleck decided to give them additional readings for not paying attention in class. But to my enjoyment, I witnessed Cardin getting burned by Blake and Pyrrha's remarks. I stifled a snicker and Cardin clearly heard it as I sat just a seat above him.

"You want to go again Parker!?" Cardin threatened. I decided to have a bit more fun with this. I know this was a bit asshole-ish, but he has a conscience where racial discrimination was permitted, he clearly deserved it.

"Nah, I think detention enough for me, even though your relationship with the floor is just too cute to separate." As expected, Cardin growled in anger with a fist shaking towards me. I could've continued with more, but I thought one quip was good enough for the day, that and Professor Oobleck stepped in to stop the mockery.

Looking at Jaune from an honest standpoint, I felt bad for him. From day one ever since he came to Beacon, he had been bullied and questioned about by Cardin. However, he doesn't reveal his pain from Cardin's actions. But I know how he truly felt.

Unimportant.

Shrugged to the side.

Having to live through an endless struggle while asking yourself: "What good am I?"

Seeing Jaune like this was almost like a nostalgia trip. It wasn't too long ago…two years ago…when I was in Jaune's position. When I fought with Cardin, I couldn't help but imagine a certain blonde haired teen wearing his usual Midtown High jacket. Prior to the day I received my curse, I lived in fear with a giant Flash Thompson looking over me. Everytime I saw him down the hallway, I tried my best to ignore him. But as soon as I glanced to see a pair of eyes and a devilish grin looking at me, my day was turned completely one hundred and eighty degrees. While Jaune had many friends looking out for him including myself, I had very few.

I wasn't very sociable when I was fifteen and I'm still working on that two years later despite that I've improved dramatically compared to my freshman year. People in my school would look at me as a lonely sack of shit no one cared for. They knew that, but they didn't care if I was stuffed in a locker. They didn't care if I got my head dunked into a toilet as if I was forced to play a game of bob an apple. They didn't care if I ran out of the boys locker room with a towel wrapped around my waist while attempting to retrieve my clothes from a flag pole. All they really cared for was their reputation. It didn't take a idiot to realize your reputation in high school defined who you were for the four years you had to live through. I learned that the hard way. Because of that trait along with many others was why Jaune and I were so relatable. I guess that's why we easily became friends as soon as we met.

My next destination was detention, which was utterly boring. I just sat in the empty lecture hall with Professor Goodwitch who was grading papers for another class, sitting on her chair by the desk. Most of what happened was a short conversation between the two of us at the end of detention. No, maybe conversation was the wrong term here…it was more awkward when I was getting used to being a team with four girls. Honestly, there were times where I saw Goodwitch as a white female version of Nick Fury. Always serious. Irritable. Despise mischief. And both had berated me before, however, Fury had a few marks down than Goodwitch. Just talking with Fury, at least out of combat, doesn't exactly make out the smoothest conversation. However, it's a conversation nevertheless, despite that both weren't really buddy buddy with me during our first encounters.

As I rested my head on top of my crossed arms laid on the table, I heard a chair move back, making a sound similar to an old car engine ignite due to friction. I look up to see Goodwitch pack up her stuff inside a black briefcase. Slightly puzzled, I look at the clock. Realizing it was time to finally leave after an hour in a room full of silence, my mouth subconsciously formed into a smile. Goodwitch's heels clacked loudly overwhelming the silence as she strolled over to the door. Before she departed, she turned her head towards me with her stern look in her eyes glaring me down.

"You are free to go Mr. Parker." Goodwitch said calmly. I got up from my seat. I didn't bother bringing anything since I already finished my homework assigned from my other instructors so I walked down the steps of the wooden bleachers empty-handed.

"But before you leave, may I ask a question?" I looked at Goodwitch as she inquired her question with curiosity. She looked to be as curious as I was, but I assumed for different reasons.

"Sure, what is it, Professor Goodwitch?" I said with respect. Considering I recently got released from the academy's makeshift prison by the strictest teacher I've ever met, I decided that it was a good idea to show respect, that and she knew my identity as Spider-Man. If she showed oath to never reveal my identity, then I should return the favor.

"Why did you and Team CRDL fight? What reason was there to fight against fellow huntsmen?" I knew this question was going to come up soon, either by Team RWBY or JNPR, but I didn't expect Goodwitch to ask me that. While I was puzzled at first, I decided not to dwell into her reasons. I explained to her everything that happened. From the cause of the fight to the moment where Goodwitch interrupted their fight. Honestly, I was glad she was there to stop it. If she weren't present at that moment during the fight, it would've lasted longer. I showed my gratitude with a sincere thanks, which Goodwitch accepted it. However, she had one more…

"…what made you want to protect the student from Team CRDL?" Goodwitch inquired. "What was your resolve that advanced you to fight against them?"

It wasn't really hard to answer this question. My whole life was surrounded by protecting people, well, at least my alter ego. My job as Spider-Man was a daunting task, it was never easy in the first place. From where I started, I struggled to swing through the city without crashing into a few buildings. Introducing my face with the side of the Empire State Building had me avoid excessive talking with my friends at school because of the slight pain in my jaw. Over time, I learned how to properly web-sling and effective ways to stopping criminals. But what was the point of doing all of these tasks that would be daunting for police to handle? I realized my resolve once I learned the killer of Uncle Ben was the burglar who I let escape the building where they hosted wrestling matches with every green slips of currency he could stuff into that duffel bag. I won't deny that I made many mistakes throughout my life as Spider-Man, but I'll never forgive myself when I let the killer escape when I had the chance to put him at a halt. However, if there's one thing I will never forget was this phrase my uncle told me just moments before he was shot with lead.

With great power comes great responsibility.

"My resolve was responsibility. Duty." Goodwitch looked at me perplexed. "If there was something that you could do and you had to power to stop it from happening, would you do it? I saw that student being taunted by Cardin and his group of bullies, but there was no one who would stop them. If no one will stop them, then who will? I couldn't just stand there and watch helplessly as they tortured her every single day. So I thought it was time I taught them a lesson. I think I delivered quite well. Remember well Professor Goodwitch, with great power comes great responsibility."

"I see." Goodwitch said softly and looked at me with a smile. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have business that needs attention. Have a good day, Mr. Parker." She walked out of the classroom not before turning off all the lights in the lecture hall. I was slightly puzzled by her reaction, but I didn't ponder much on the topic mainly due to my mind drifting off to laying down on a large piece of furniture with soft cushioning, almost as soft as clouds despite the fact clouds have no solid structure to even own any physical similarities to a pillow or a bed. I yawned as I walked out of the classroom and slowly walk to my room.

As I neared my room, I saw Pyrrha sauntered to her room. I smiled and waved, but that smile immediately became nonexistent by one little glimpse at her face…she looked dejected. Her head was slightly bowed down casting a small shadow and her style of walking was very slow and careless. That picture of my bed in my mind disappeared and introduced me to the feeling of worriment. This…wasn't normal for Pyrrha to be this upset. Granted, I rarely saw Pyrrha upset, but this kind of behavior was a bit concerning. I waved at her once more, signaling my presence.

"Hey Pyrrha!" I said. The spartan-like huntress discovered my existence and immediately wiped that sad look on her, replacing it with a forced smile. Seeing that smile made me frown.

"Oh, hello Peter. I didn't see you there."

"Yeah I realized." I said, emitting a slight chuckle. "How's Jaune by the way? I saw him get pushed by Cardin just earlier."

"Jaune? He doesn't get easily bothered by Cardin's mockery, so he's…fine." Silence. "How was detention?"

"It could've been worse. I had to sit through an hour of silence and utter boredom. Originally, it was supposed to be an hour and a half. Apparently, Goodwitch has a good side to her." I chuckled slightly. "But other than that, it was okay I guess."

"Is that so? Well, that's good… But next time, don't involve yourself into brawls like that, okay Peter?" I chuckled sheepishly upon hearing that.

"Hehe sorry, sometimes I can't help it. That girl was in trouble. Somebody had to help her."

"I understand. I think it was brave that you helped her. But just think next time when you find yourself into situations as such." I grinned.

"No guarantees!" I said in a comedic tone. Another few seconds of silence was present. I tried to make some conversation, but her forced attitude was too awkward to continue.

This wasn't like Pyrrha.

She was usually very mellow and happy individual who was more mature than I will ever be.

Now, she seemed the opposite.

"So, what's wrong? You look a bit down in the dumps. A bit? Yeah right, more like depressed.'"

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. I just had a chat with Jaune, that's all." It was an obvious lie and I wasn't going to take that answer. She turned her body towards the door to her room and proceeded to turn the knob, but a hand rested on her shoulder stopping her action.

"No, it's definitely something. You don't look this upset for nothing." Knowing my realization of her behavior was too obvious, she reverted back to said behavior. No response back from her either, not even a slight twitch. It was like talking to a statue. A colorful human-like statue that felt sorrow and pain. "W-what happened with you and Jaune?"

"I-it's nothing…really. It's nothing." I watched helplessly as Pyrrha built up her sorrow with no clue as to what I should say. I rarely find myself into situations such as this, so I was utterly inexperienced. My heart throbbed as my body was frozen in place, restricted from doing anything. I frowned in guilt. What can I do to help? "I-I'm sorry Peter, but I have to go."

"P-Pyrrh-" Before I could finish saying her name, she rushed to her door and quickly entered into the room. I sighed, knowing I won't get anything out of her while in her current state of pain. What exactly did happen with Pyrrha and Jaune? I know Jaune wouldn't have insulted or hurt Pyrrha…well…intentionally, he was too kind of a person to do that sort of thing. But at times, he can make the stupidest mistakes. The best scenario I can come up with is that Jaune may have said something unintentionally and it resulted in Pyrrha being hurt. I wasn't entirely exact on that assumption. Only way to discover the cause, you have to ask the source. And that source was Jaune himself.

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I could've done a lot more with this chapter, but I'm still getting used to everything again. And I apologize for the absence of this chapter. I was originally going to publish this chapter as soon as I finished it, but my internet suddenly got cut off in the process so I couldn't get this chapter out later. On the bright side, this gave me a chance to not only polish this chapter a bit more, but to also to start a new story that will be side by side with RWBY's FNS. A lot of people told me to focus only on one story so I don't get confused with other plots, but I found that to be challenging. As a "content creator" I guess, I need to have a variety of stories to work on so my writing doesn't get stale. If I were just to stay on one story the whole time, not only will it get stale for me but also, it's one of the many reasons why I almost lost interest in making stories as a whole. I'll announce what the new story is on my bio under my future stories section. I don't want to rant on about this so I'll stop it here. Until next time my fellow readers, I'll see ya later.