So, Peter let me use his account so you guys could hear my best story as a Spider person.
Well, my best story is my origin.
No duh, huh?
Well, it kinda started one day while I was at home.
And by home, I mean our family's apartment.
We lived in an apartment building that was maybe five stories.
Welp. Spider-Man is a comic in my dimension, and I was a huge fan.
It would help for me to say that my family only moved to the apartment a year prior to this.
So anyways, yeah.
Well, it was maybe around one am when the smoke alarm went off.
The building was on fire.
Me, being a nerd, had fallen asleep cosplaying in a Spider-Man suit I made.
I grabbed my baseball bat, mainly because I was half awake and thought it was the burglar alarm.
When I saw smoke, I acted.
I managed to get my family out, but there were still others trapped.
What compelled me to save them, I have no idea.
I rushed back inside and floor by floor got every one of those families out.
When I was questioned about who I was, I just said "Your friendly neighborhood human Spider-girl!"
The press labeled me the Human Spider and the rest is history.