Brand New Day - An Annyeongz Spiderverse AU

Hi. My name is Yujin Park.

Pulling down her mask to the base of her neck, she took a breath deep enough to fill her lungs out before diving headfirst into the city below.

You don’t remember me, but … we used to know each other.

Wind in her face, suit clinging to her skin, as soon as the hustle and bustle of Seoul filled her ears with a sharp whistling, she curled midair and flicked her wrists outwards, spraying webs against the buildings, using the torque to change her momentum upwards.

Something bad was gonna happen, and … the only way to stop it was to make everyone forget about me.

Even you.

Spiraling towards the skyline once more, she found her rhythm swinging from glass panes to street lamps in hot pursuit of her target.

Because I’m not just … Yujin Park.

I’m—.

“Spidergirl!”

Sticking the three-point landing atop the runaway van, Spidergirl crawled across the roof and stuck her head over the edge of the windshield. “Hey there! Missed me?”

“Oh shit—not you again!” the robber in the driver’s seat shouts, nearly losing control of the wheel. Thankfully, Spidergirl’s grip on the glass was firm. She knocked twice and waved at the other armed thieves deeper into the van, who were all struggling to keep the gold bars and paper bills from flying off the shelves. “What are you idiots standing around there for—do something about her!”

Shrugging, Spidergirl disappeared.

“H-Huh? Chief, where did she—!”

Thwip. The man in the passenger’s seat got yanked through the side window.

“Ch-Ch-Chief, where is she? How do we … deal with her?” one of the armed men in the back whimpered, pointing his rifle all around him. “She’s supposed to be one of the nicer ones, right? Sh-She won’t hurt us … will she?”

“Well, not too much. Not unless that’s your thing, at least.”

The men all screamed in unison, not registering that she already smashed through the small window in the back, poking her head and one arm through. As they scrambled for their guns, Spidergirl chuckled and dragged her hand across her face. “Really? Is that all you know how to do? Suit yourselves.”

A storm of bullets rained down on her, but by then, she had already vanished once more.

“Hey, hey! Watch where you aim those things, goddamnit!” the driver beckoned, taking sharp turns here and there to try and shake the webbed crusader off the vehicle. “We just need to stall long enough until the big boss shows up. Until then, we can—.”

Thwip thwip.

The entire stretch of the windshield got webbed, obscuring the view of the road ahead completely.

“Oh you have got to be kidding—BRACE YOURSELVES!”

As the van jerked and jolted down the street, Spidergirl was right next to it, clearing the way. She pulled a hotdog stand further into the sidewalk, shot around the spaces near stray pets to scare them off, and even swung down low to sweep a child off her feet and place her down somewhere safer to the side.

Coming to a screeching stop, the back of the van burste open with a spray of cash and gold.

Descending on one arm, Spidergirl jogged up to the vehicle with both hands held up. “Talk about breaking and entering. All you did was break things really—yeesh.”

Someone open fired on her, but her spider senses were faster, dodging out of the way and going upside down beneath a nearby awning to avoid them all. “Ah ah ah, that’s foul play. Time to take those toys of yours away.”

Before they could spray her again, Spidergirl aimed for the snouts of their guns to fill them with her webbing. Once they’ve had their weapons neutralized, she dropped down to the street and knocked them out cold one at a time.

Sacking the last one in the face, the heroine dusted her hands off and sighed. “And here I thought you knew me better, man. Did you really think I wouldn’t sense you?”

The driver of the van was hurriedly scurrying away now, slithering across the street to escape, but all Spidergirl had to do was shoot his ankles and pin them down onto the asphalt.

“P-P-Please … we-we—I was just following orders!” he begged, clawing at the thick webbing like he still might have a chance to break free from its iron grip.

“You’re all goons? Who’s the real ringleader here then?”

The man smirked and lifted a finger. “Her.”

Ker-chunk.

Eluding her proclaimed spider senses, a large grappling hook coated in a veil of shadows punctured through the side of the coffered van and clung onto it, slowly dragging it towards the direction it came from.

Huh. That’s weird.

Kicking the last goon in the face, Spidergirl swung for the van and landed on top it to see where it was headed.

A tank. A freaking tank.

“Oh, for crying out loud, Seoul. A whole tank? This is way too much work for a Thursday morning,” Spidergirl grunted, cracking her knuckles. “Well, whoever this is—.”

BOOM.

The mouthy heroine got blasted right above her head, and had she not ducked, the gatling gun would have decapitated her cleanly. Laying low against the towed van, she rolled onto her back and pushed off it to get some higher ground.

The bullets came chasing after her, shattering windows, chewing through concrete, scattering crowds. This whole sidequest of hers suddenly became urgent the moment the tank started spraying willy-nilly. Spidergirl had to end this fast.

Drawing the gunner’s attention, she ran at an angle against a series of buildings, her thighs and calves burning from the exertion just to avoid getting pelted with bullets. But the moment they had to reload, she leapt off and aimed for the other end of the street.

Zigzagging across the skyline, she built a network of webs ahead of the tank, aiming to slow it down with each pass through. But no matter how fast she spun her silk, the military-grade vehicle could easily just plow through them.

“Ssi-bal,” she grunted against the side of a neon sign. “What’s a spider to do in times like these—.”

Pew.

She strafed to the side, narrowly avoiding the ricocheted projectile.

In between the towed van and the tank was another vehicle—an all-too-familiar truck with a hastily spray-painted on skull against its side.

The Punisher.

“Oh no,” were the last things she uttered before bounding off once again. “No, no, no—not in my city.”