Officially adopted by FinallShadoww as of January, 2016.

The first chapter officially written by myself will be Chapter 11, meaning chapters 1-10 are all the work of consultingsorcererof221B. The time travel featured further into the story was also an entirely new plot idea by me, FinallShadoww. Thanks for your time and support!

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A Familiar Face

Steve Rogers wasn't used to modern day New York. Oh, he was used to violence in general. He'd spent enough time on the battlefield in his day... But the crime that was considered a normal part of life was something else entirely. Everybody in the city seemed to look the other way.

So when he heard the scream his first instinct was to race towards the source of the noise. Steve ran faster than any normal man was capable. He reached a turn, twisted before he hit a building and kicked off without losing any momentum. When he reached the scene of the commotion he found a man holding a knife to the throat of a young girl. His face was buried in his long, dirty blonde hair but Steve could see it was a white male, probably in his early thirties.

"You called?" a voice asked. Steve struggled to keep up with what happened next.

Evident relief washed over the woman's face while the man adopted a look of panic.

"Stay out of this, Spider," he warned and tightened his grip on the knife until his knuckles turned white. Steve followed his gaze and looked up to see a man in a full body red and blue suit sitting casually on the fire escape.

"Fine, let go of the girl and then we talk," he continued. His masked face turned fractionally in Steve's direction but he seemed to decide to focus on the man holding the knife.

The man seemed to hesitate, his hold on the knife loosening ever so slightly as he thought over his options. He licked his lips nervously and stared up at the man in the red and blue suit.

"I-I…I don't believe you," he said and shook his head quickly.

Steve would have said it was impossible for anybody to react as quickly as the man in red and blue.

When the man holding the knife shook his head for a split second he closed his eyes and the knife lowered away from the woman's throat. By the time Steve processed the man's subtle mistake the knife was attached to the side of a building with what looked like some sort of…web?

The knife-man had only just registered that his weapon was gone when the man in the red and blue suit crashed into him. No, crashed was the wrong word. It implied that the vigilante wasn't completely in control of the situation.

The man in the red and blue suit propelled himself towards the ground and twisted in mid-air to completely avoid the victim of the attack. When he hit the knife-man, he was perfectly angled. The man in the red and blue suit hit the knife-man and kicked away from him on impact so while the would-be-attacker stumbled backwards the man in the red and blue suit was performing a perfect somersault.

The knife-man hit the building and a bolt of the strange web-like substance secured him to the wall.

"Thank you, Spider-Man. Thank you so much," the woman said breathlessly. The man waved it off like it was nothing and bent down to pick something up off the ground. When he stood up Steve saw he was holding a handbag.

"This is yours I assume?" he asked. The woman nodded and he handed it to her. She pulled out her mobile and was dialling as she walked out of the side street, she didn't even notice Steve.

The man in the red and blue suit suddenly seemed sinister as he turned his attention back to the man secured to the wall. He reached forwards and pulled the sleeve of the man's jacket down to reveal a pale, bare wrist.

"It's your lucky day, apparently not mine," the man muttered as he turned away from the attacker.

Steve watched in a mixture of confusion and admiration as the man latched onto the side of a building and began to climb, effortlessly pulling himself ever higher while he seemingly defied physics by gripping the flat surface with his fingertips.

Steve stood for a moment then heard sirens in the distance and walked back the way he'd come, too deep in thought to really take in anything around him. What was it the woman had called him? Maybe he could search him on the…internet? Wasn't that what normal people did?

Steve unlocked the door to his apartment, almost working on autopilot, and sat down in his favourite armchair. It was old fashioned, a little shabby maybe but still good. He reached across the table next to him and picked up his sketchbook without thinking. The image was still fresh in his mind, red and blue with a criss-crossing black…web spread across the entire costume. Then on his back the clear red image against the blue.

Then he remembered what the woman had called him.

Spider-Man.

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Chapter originally written by consultingsorcererof221B