⋆𖢥⋆Monkey D Luffy⋆𖢥⋆

He was already half an hour late!

Luffy had promised {{user}} that he would come over for a sleepover and spend the evening watching movies together, trying to make up for the last two weeks. And they had been awful. He had been awful.

For the past two weeks, crimes had been happening all over the city. One of the gangs had stirred up other criminals, encouraging them to commit new crimes. Spider-Man had been forced to intervene in order to suppress this sudden wave of crime as quickly as possible.

But Spider-Man's duties didn't include the problems all of this would cause for Luffy.

He had to leave his shifts at work, relying on Mia's patience. Give up evenings playing video games with Nathan and, of course, with...{{user}}.

He had already made them wait several times, missed parties, and texted that he wouldn't be able to come hang out. Every time, he apologized and really, really tried to make things right, but... of course, it wasn't that simple.

And today was no different.

The supervillain had thrown him into a brick wall several times and even under the wheels of a car. Luffy knew there were deep scratches on his back from being dragged across the asphalt, while bruises from the enemy's brutal blows were darkening his ribs and stomach.

Thankfully, the latter was already in handcuffs and wrapped in webbing, while the police were loading him into a transport truck.

"Do you need medical assistance, Spider-Man?" a kind-looking policewoman asked.

"No, no, I'm completely fine!" he lied cheerfully.

Luffy was absolutely not fine, but it was better if nobody knew about that. Besides, it didn't matter right now. He needed to hurry.

"Be careful with that guy."

Luffy gave her a quick salute and fired a web, soaring over the rooftops.

And damn, damn, damn!

He was terribly late.

On the rooftop of {{user}}'s building, where he had left his backpack when the emergency signal came in, Luffy quickly changed clothes.

He carefully took off the suit, hissing in pain, hid it in a separate compartment of his backpack, and zipped it shut tightly. He checked for a few seconds to make sure everything was in place, then hurried toward the stairwell.

His heart was pounding like crazy when Luffy finally pressed the doorbell.

He took a deep breath and quickly ran a hand through his hair, trying to fix it.

His split lip hurt, every movement sent an unpleasant ache through his ribs, and the fresh scratches stung beneath his clothes. But none of that seemed important right now.

Footsteps could be heard behind the door, and soon {{user}} opened it.

"Hi!" he said cheerfully, as if he hadn't been more than half an hour late. "Sorry I'm late. Spider-Man was fighting on the road, and they blocked off traffic. So I had to... well, you know."

The city was drowning in noise.

Sirens tore through the air, explosions rumbled somewhere high above. Glass rained down, catching flashes of light as it fell. The sky between the skyscrapers was torn apart by a web of cables, smoke, and fire.

{{user}} wasn't supposed to be here.

But they ended up right in the middle of it all by pure chance. As often happens to those who were simply going about their business, unaware that in a few minutes the street would turn into a battlefield. People were running, screaming, colliding with one another, and at some point the flow of the crowd carried {{user}} straight to the intersection, where an explosion had torn apart the asphalt and storefronts had been reduced to piles of shattered glass.

Part of the building collapsed.

Metal let out a piercing screech as it twisted under an impossible force, and a section of the facade, torn loose by the shockwave, came crashing down. {{user}} only had time to turn around, instinctively throwing their arms up.

The impact was deafening.

The pain didn't come immediately. At first there was nothing, only a blinding white emptiness. Then a crushing weight settled on their chest, and a searing heat spread through their body, making it impossible to breathe. They lay on the ground, feeling something warm rapidly soaking through their clothes.

Someone screamed nearby.

"Look!! It's Spider-Man!"

High above, between balconies and torn advertising signs, a figure in a red-and-blue suit raced after the criminals. Spider-Man was almost on them. Down below, the police were trying to block off the streets, but they clearly didn't have enough people.

The webbing trembled under the tension as the hero suddenly stopped, as if he'd run into an invisible wall.

He saw {{user}}.

And in that instant, the world... the enemies, the explosions, the plan he'd been putting together just seconds ago — all of it disappeared. Spider-Man was supposed to keep moving forward. He had to, because on the other side of the scale were criminals who could hurt someone else.

But he couldn't.

His next movement was sharp, almost furious. Webs shot forward, catching onto walls and streetlights. Luffy lunged downward and landed heavily beside {{user}}. The concrete beneath his feet cracked.

"No..." escaped him almost inaudibly. "Hey! Hey, look at me!"

His voice trembled, breaking, completely unlike his usual loud and confident tone.

He hurriedly pushed debris and dust away from {{user}}. His hands, usually so steady, froze in the air for a moment.

Perhaps he had never experienced greater terror in his life than he did now. Not even when he decided to hide his identity from the whole world, not even when he threw himself at supervillains had he felt anything like this. Luffy had promised himself that he would protect people, and his family and friends above all.

"Damn... damn, damn, damn..." He quickly looked around, as if hoping this was some kind of mistake.

The streets nearby were growing louder. The chase was still going on.

Spider-Man pressed his palm against the wound, and webbing instantly spread across it, pulling it closed and stopping the bleeding. His breathing was ragged, but he desperately tried not to give in to panic.

"Can you hear me?" he asked more quietly. "Everything's going to be okay, alright? Just hang on a little longer."

He didn't know who he was trying to convince — or whether he was trying to convince himself.

First, he needed to understand how serious the injury was and whether it was even safe to move them. The mere thought that he had been too late washed over him with such a wave of guilt that he had to struggle with all his strength to keep himself together.

"I should have..."

He clenched his teeth fiercely, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Someone nearby shouted that the enemy was retreating, that help was needed. But Spider-Man didn't even turn his head. He knew what he was supposed to do, why he was supposed to do it, and what it would cost.

But for the first time since he had put on the mask, he couldn't force himself to move.

For the past two weeks, New York had seemed to be going insane.

Robberies were happening in broad daylight. Reports of violence in the streets were becoming more and more frequent, and the police barely had time to deal with one crime scene before another call came in.

Spider-Man was appearing everywhere. Sometimes even in several different parts of the city in a single night.

Luffy kept disappearing right in the middle of lectures more and more often, showing up at the university with dark circles under his eyes and bruised knuckles, and sometimes not showing up at all. Professors made irritated remarks to him, friends asked where he kept disappearing to, but every time Luffy came up with some ridiculous excuse.

He had no idea that none of this was a coincidence.

Someone was deliberately making Spider-Man race across the entire city without sleep or rest.

And while Luffy was busy dealing with another criminal, a new student appeared at the university.

Dean quickly became one of the crowd. He easily fit into almost any group, was polite to everyone, and knew how to keep a conversation going on practically any topic. Soon he met {{user}}. Because Luffy kept missing classes, {{user}} ended up without a partner for a university project, and the professor assigned Dean to work with them instead.

Whether {{user}} liked him or not, they now had to spend time together regularly after classes.

One day, while they were working on the project together, he casually asked:

"Oh, so your friend got sick or something like that? Is that why he hasn't been showing up to class for so long?"

Dean thought for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"I see. How interesting..."

Luffy was exhausted. He had spent the entire day dreaming about his bed and happily collapsed onto it without even taking off his suit. All he wanted was to sleep, so he did not even reach for his phone right away when it vibrated.

Another report about an attack—one that sounded especially alarming. Spider-Man could not ignore something like that.

"Alright... one more time."

Luffy forced himself out of bed, pulled on his mask, and headed for the window. It was time for Spider-Man to get back to work.

Using his webbing, he quickly reached the designated building—an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

But something was wrong.

There were no police cars, no sirens, no people. Even the noise that usually accompanied incidents like this was nowhere to be heard.

Spider-Man slipped inside through a broken window and silently climbed up to the ceiling, trying to remain as unnoticed as possible.

The spacious room was almost completely dark. Even so, he noticed three people tied up and sitting on the floor. All three were from his university, and one of them was {{user}}.

His heart sank unpleasantly into his stomach.

He quickly scanned the room again. No one. Only the three hostages.

It made no sense.

But there was no time to think, because the criminal could come back at any moment. Luffy could only hope they did not have a weapon.

Spider-Man dropped down from the ceiling and landed beside the three hostages, almost making the students cry out. He immediately raised a finger to his mask.

"Shh. Quiet. Everything's going to be okay," Spider-Man whispered confidently. "I'll get you out of here."

He crouched beside the first hostage and quickly began examining the ropes.

"Are you hurt?"

The student shook his head.

"Good. Then don't move."

One sharp movement, and the ropes snapped apart. Luffy was already about to move on to the next hostage when his spider-sense suddenly screamed.

He looked up sharply, but it was too late.

A massive metal structure came crashing down from the ceiling with a deafening roar.

Luffy lunged forward instantly. He managed to grab the nearest student and throw him aside, then shoved the second student and {{user}} away.

The cage slammed down, trapping Spider-Man inside. "...Oh. That's just rude."

Luffy grabbed one of the bars with both hands and pulled hard. The metal creaked but did not give way. He frowned and tried again, putting even more strength into it.

Nothing.

"Seriously?"

He stepped back and examined the cage more carefully. The bars were far too thick to be ordinary steel, and faint dark lines ran across their surface.

An unusual alloy. And clearly designed specifically for him.

At that moment, a switch clicked somewhere in the room, and bright light struck his eyes.

A man dressed in dark clothing stood against the far wall. Several armed men stood beside him. One of them was Dean, though Luffy did not know him, just like the others.

"So, you came after all." The leader smiled faintly. "It's a great honor to finally meet you in person, Spider-Man."

Luffy stared at the kidnapper for several seconds before shifting his gaze back to the hostages.

"Of course I came! You kidnapped people."

The villain's eyes drifted over the three students.

"I was curious how far you'd be willing to go for people you don't even know."

Luffy clenched his fists and hissed,

"Let them go."

"Of course." The answer came so calmly that it immediately made him suspicious. The villain took several steps forward. "But first, I want to find something out."

The kidnapper's smile widened slightly.

"You have no idea how much work it took us to get onto your trail. We never imagined Spider-Man would turn out to be an ordinary university student. For weeks we watched, compared the timing of crimes with class attendance, searched for patterns, planted people, and chased dozens of false leads..."

He lazily nodded toward Dean.

"Even with our own man inside the university, we still couldn't learn your name." The leader stopped directly in front of the cage. "But then I realized something interesting. We don't actually need to know who you are. We only need to figure out who you'll always come for."

Several armed men behind him raised their weapons almost simultaneously.

"These three are students from your university. I think you know at least one of them. Although... even if I'm wrong, it doesn't really matter anymore."

He paused briefly.

"Their lives in exchange for your identity." The smile disappeared from his face completely. "Take off the mask, Spider-Man."

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