New Boss, New Body

Spider-Man is owned by Marvel, and Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto.

"Talking"

"Thoughts"

"Demon/deity speech"

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"Oooh god, my head…anyone get the number of that cab…and bus…and train?" Peter Parker (a.k.a. The Amazing, Sensational, Spectacular Spider-Man) was, in all honesty, in a fairly high point in his life.

Sure, Ock's stint at being a "Superior Spider-Man" had all but destroyed Peter's reputation, and the public was more wary of him than they had ever been before, and then there was that whole stint with the "Inheritors" and practically every human being (and occasional animal) to ever put on a pair of spider themed spandex, but things were getting better.

Unfortunately, it was also nearing the…anniversary of when Ock had decided to take a page from Invasion of the Body Snatchers, so he was a bit irritable. Compounded by the fact that there were still a few members of the hero community that gave him the odd look, like they were expecting him to snap and start brutalizing people again (Felicia still has yet to listen him, much to his dismay), not to mention the fact the Parker Industries (which was still a little too "Stark" for his liking), was facing some backlash from the media (read: JJ) for supporting Spider-Man, not a good time for our resident webhead.

Anyway, AIM had gotten their hands on some experimental and highly dangerous tech. Stealth was a forgone tactic, as Tony was very miffed at the fact that AIM managed to successfully rob one of his facilities, and wanted to both get it back and send a message. As they were all leading an assault at AIM's current base, Spider-Man was "lucky" enough to stumble upon a testing room, where AIM scientists seemed to be trying to open up a portal into another dimension. Having substantial experience with this sort of thing, he decided it would be best if he stopped the test before things got out of hand. He managed to web up the scientists, but turrets popped up from the walls and ceiling to try and mow him down. There was little success, but one of the bullets did hit the control board. One loud bang and flash of light later, and our resident hero felt like he was hung-over, run over by a train, and threw-up all in the span of 10 seconds.

After a few moments he regained his bearings, finally taking stock of his situation. His costume was pretty banged up, the mask all but destroyed, with burns all along the actual suit. However, it was his surrounding that got his attention. They looked somewhat barren, and remarkably familiar, but he could not for the life of him remember where…

"Understandable given your circumstances" a voice, monotone and deep, bellowed.

Peter jumped in the air, turning around, and landed in a crouch, entering a combat stance. "Woah! Don't…do…that…" His words died in his throat as he took note of what had spoken to him. It was a giant, spider like being with a blue body and many, many green legs. "Y-your're the *gulp* Great Weaver."

"Correct, our avatar."

"Cool..cool. Um, Why am I here?" the man asked with a nervous tone.

"Originally, that portal was only supposed to send you to one of the many worlds which connect with the Web. We, however, saw an opportunity to expand the Web, and took it."

Peter was confused at that statement, "Wait. Back up a bit, you 'saw an opportunity'?"

"Correct."

Peter felt his temper rise at the cool indifference in the Weaver's voice "Well What The Hell! What gives you the right to just up and grab me at your leisure? I have a life!"

"A life you would not have if not for us."

Peter faltered, "Well yeah…" he then raised his head, glaring "Still doesn't give you the right to pick me up at your leisure!"

The Waver's voice grew cold and stern, "We gave you your powers, we can justly as easily take them away."

Peter shut-up after that.

"Now that we have your attention, listen close. As you know, the Web of Life connects many worlds and countless lives. What you may not know, however, is that some strands are weaker than others. Your job is to strengthen the web in one of those worlds."

"Now wait a minute. Why send me, why not someone else."

"There is already one in that world blessed with our gift, but he has squandered it, and does not add more than a few thin strands to the web. You however, have always had the ability to make strong, lasting threads."

Peter ran his hand across his face. "And say I agree with all this-not that I seem to have much of a choice-how long would this take, exactly?"

"As long as is needed. Until I can deem the web as self-sufficient."

"And I can't get out of this?"

"Not unless you wish to die."

"I'd rather not."

"Excellent, however, before you are sent off, there is one thing we must do." The Great Weaver then brought one of its many legs dangerously close to Peter's forehead.

He eyed the leg nervously, smacking his lips "…Nice leg…wh-wha-what do you plan on doing with it?"

" If Mephistopheles believes that he can interfere with OUR avatar, he is SORELY mistaken!"

"Mephi-" Peter was cut off as the Great Weaver's leg shot forward, burying itself in his head. He screamed in gut-wrenching agony. Getting rid of the Venom symbiote, hell, dying, was less excruciating than this. After what seemed like hours of pain, the Great Weaver removed its leg. Peter fell down on his knee in exhaustion, but then crashed to the floor clutching his head as his brain was bombarded with information. Images and emotions were flying all over the place, Aunt May in the hospital, desperation closing in, stingers growing out of his arms, a beautiful woman-Mary Jane!-walking down the aisle, joy and love oozing out of his very being. Peter started crying, the knowledge of an entire life that he gave up flooding him with immense sorrow. He spent a good ten minutes on the floor, letting it all in. He shakily rose to his feet, eyes red with tears.

"We apologize. That was a messy affair, but needed to be done to reestablish a full connection between us." The Great Weaver actually sounded apologetic.

Peter drew a shaky breath, "It's fine, w-we made our decision. It's in the past now." But even as he said it Peter knew it would take a while to cope with what he had learned.

"As you were obviously preoccupied, let it be known that you have been gifted a basic understanding of the world which you shall inhabit. You're abilities have also been augmented, but you shall need to discover exactly how they are different on your own."

"Seems fair."

"Farewell Spider-Man. We shall be in touch."

Without preamble, a portal opened up behind Peter. He was caught by surprise and flung backwards, hurtling through time and space.

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Peter felt a sharp pain on his chest, and heard a man's voice call out to him. "C'mon kid, stay with me." Peter sat up, coughing out water, his eyes fluttering open. "Oh thank god. You okay kid?"

Peter's face scrunched up in confusion, the man in front of him, a fairly old man in a green vest with gray hair, a beard, and wearing glasses, had called him a kid. While there was an age difference, Peter thought the 'kid' comment was a little odd. With labored breath, he asked "Who you calling a kid?" noting that his voice sounded funny, but chalked it up to almost drowning. "Note to self, reprimand my 'boss' for dumping me in a river".

The old man smiled at that, "Well someone thinks highly himself."

Peter was about to retort when he saw something in the man's glasses that made him pause. Deciding to go to the river for a better reflection, he received a shock. Instead of a man in his 20's, the person staring back at him was a kid, a scrawny (though wiry would be more appropriate, as he was not nearly as thin as he actually was as a child) boy who couldn't be more than 14. Peter stared on in mute horror, "Oh…my…god…I have to go through puberty again, but this time with spider powers!" Peter heard the old man call out from behind him.

"You alright kid? You're looking awfully pale."

Peter just gave a dry chuckle "Oh yeah, I'm good. Just…reeling from recent events in my life."

The man hummed thoughtfully, "Yes, almost drowning will do that. Anyway" he handed Peter a towel that had had on him, which Peter took, "I'm Tazuna, What's you're name kid?"

Peter dried himself a bit before answering "I'm Peter, Peter Parker".

A/N: I decided to revise this chapter, and a few things in chapter 2, because as I was re-reading I figured I made Peter a bit too angsty than he should be given his current situation in the comics. Later.