Location: Midtown Manhattan
Viewers: 15,312
Camera Angle: Shoulder-Height Float
The stream cut in like it always did—quietly, without permission.
Danny was walking through Manhattan with a bacon egg and cheese in one hand and a crumpled napkin in the other. His sling was off now. The arm still felt weird, but he could move it, so that counted as healed.
He spoke like a guy narrating his own day to himself. Or to the void.
"Alright… chat. What's the move today?"
The camera didn't pan. It just hovered as usual, like a loyal, slightly invasive ghost.
[freshocean]: pull up to Midtown High and ask for Peter Parker
[mod_senpai]: if he does it I'll sub for a year
[justlurking]: this feels like a bad idea I fully support
[hellaspiderfan]: do it. For science.
Danny wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Y'all want me to harass a literal high school student?"
[dev__dawg]: bro you streamed through a Hulk chase
[bigbrainbabe]: coward energy
[doyoueatfish]: coward energy + broke = L
He paused mid-chew. Then shrugged.
"Fine. But if I get tackled by school security, I'm suing the chat."
Location: Midtown High, Queens
Viewers: 16,020
Camera Angle: Slight Fish-Eye, Backpack POV
Danny stood across the street from Midtown High like he was about to rob it with good intentions.
"Why does this feel illegal already?" he muttered.
[groomable]: ask for Peter like he owes you money
[sneakysnipez]: tell 'em you're from Oscorp. Chaos speedrun.
[hellaspiderfan]: Flash Thompson boutta dropkick you on stream
He exhaled, crossed the street, and walked in like he belonged there. Classic confidence scam.
"Hi, uh," he said at the front desk, "I'm looking for Peter Parker? I'm with a science scholarship group? Field trip, chemistry… club?"
The receptionist gave him the look teachers give when you say your homework was eaten by your cat. Suspicion mixed with secondhand embarrassment.
"Are you recording?"
Danny blinked. "No?"
[mod_senpai]: she knows
[groomable]: abort. ABORT.
[hellaspiderfan]: the way she's squinting into his soul tho
Then—
"Danny?"
He turned.
Harry Osborn strolled down the hall like he owned the air he was breathing. He wore expensive sneakers and the expression of a guy who had never been told "no" in a meaningful way.
"I saw your stream last night," Harry said, smirking. "You're wild, man. You really ran from the Hulk with a hot dog?"
Danny blinked. "…Yeah. I dropped the hot dog."
Harry winced like it physically hurt. "Damn. Tragic."
He dapped Danny up like they'd met before. They hadn't.
"You're blowing up, bro. For real."
[mihmlhmfhs]: HARRY OSBORN JUST CASUALLY ENTERED??
[mod_senpai]: is this canon
[chnanumba1]: rich people always act like y'all friends
Danny gave the receptionist a weak smile. "See? I know people."
She said nothing, but she also didn't call anyone. So… that was a win.
Harry leaned in, casually.
"If you ever want actual content," he said, "I know some places."
And then he disappeared down the hall like a side quest that hadn't triggered yet.
Danny turned back toward the door.
"…How did I just get recognized by Marvel's heir to gentrification?" he muttered.
Location: Random Rooftop
Viewers: 16,449
Camera Angle: Slow Pan, Slight Drift
Danny sat on the edge of a rooftop, legs dangling off the ledge. A half-eaten bag of chips rested beside him.
The city buzzed below, but he wasn't looking at it. He was staring off into space like someone deep in a "what the hell is my life" spiral.
"What now, chat?" he asked. "No punching. No climbing. No dying. We're off the pain arc, permanently."
[mod_senpai]: go find Daredevil
[hellaspiderfan]: go to Harlem and look for Luke Cage
[potatogirl]: crash Tony Stark's next event
[aussie1naruto]: ride a flying taxi. trust.
Danny raised an eyebrow. "Do y'all think I'm invincible? I'm like, B-tier athletic at best."
Still, a notification pinged:
[Donation: $250 from VibraniumDaddy69]
"Go to Stark Tower. Make content."
Danny stared at the sky.
"…Who is funding this chaos?"
Location: Caesars Palace, Las Vegas
Viewers: 19,332
Camera Angle: Paparazzi Angle
The lights were too bright. The air was fake-rich. Danny stood awkwardly near a red carpet, holding a bottle of water and pretending to belong.
Across the media frenzy, Tony Stark — Iron Man himself — stood like he was born on a runway. Sunglasses on. Microphones pointed. Cameras flashing.
Danny whispered into the void, "Okay. No big deal. Just… Tony Stark. Whatever."
The stream watched in tense silence.
Tony turned slightly, mid-interview.
Danny stepped into view. "Yo, Tony! Big fan! Say hi to the stream!"
Tony looked up like he was trying to locate a weird noise in a quiet room. "What stream?"
Danny gestured vaguely. "This one."
[mod_senpai]: bro just called out Iron Man like a YouTuber
[dev__dawg]: WHAT IS HE DOING
[hellaspiderfan]: I CAN'T BREATHE
Tony raised one brow. "…Huh. Well, that's new."
And then he was gone—whisked away by security, publicists, and money.
Danny just stood there, smiling.
"…Did that count as meeting him?"
Location: Motel Room
Viewers: 20,100
Camera Angle: Confessional Float – Ceiling Fan Background
Danny lay on a motel bed staring at the ceiling like it owed him money.
"I don't even know what I'm doing," he admitted.
He lifted a hand toward the floating lens.
"But if you're watching, and I'm here, and none of this turns off… maybe I'm just supposed to keep showing you everything."
He sighed.
Even the dumb stuff.
[justlurking]: best dumb stuff I've ever watched
[hellaspiderfan]: we're not leaving
[mod_senpai]: we in for da long ride. don't stop now
Danny smiled slightly.
"…bet."