#spiderman: vigilantic formation

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE ! BATFAM W/ MILES MORALES (BUT GENDER NEUTRAL) ! READER

Just an outline for a potential full on fic to come.

First of all, I’d like to put credit where credit is due and thank Kden (from Quotev) for creating Straight Venomous and inspiring me to start this. And thank you firefly-graphics and galacticgrafitti for the dividers.

Damian and Reader are of legal age in this fic but there will still be an age gap between them and Bruce (I mean he literally fathered the former so it can’t be helped)

This is my first fic in Tumblr so forgive me if it isn’t up to par for quality and format wise as I’m still learning.

CW/TW: Reader is POC coded as in Latino/Black like Miles although you can kinda have to squint since it’s only from the dialogue with their mother in future chapters. Reader is described to have gained “muscles” and height. Spoilers for Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse. NO NSFW YET BUT WILL COME IN LATER CHAPTERS.

current status: unedited

summary: damian meets and gets attracted to wrinkly brained reader. mostly follows the into the spiderverse plot.

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[ PART TWO ] [ PART THREE ]

WHAT’S UP DANGER (PART ONE)

“If I sound lazy just ignore my tone, cause I’m always gonna answer when you call my phone

like what’s up danger?”

You most likely met Damian first.

He was astonished by how much of a failure you were. Really, he wouldn’t have noticed you in the first place if you weren’t such a catastrophe. He knew you only got to his school via raffle but even the worst students here didn’t get complete zeroes on all their scores.

He was probably assigned to be your tutor. Which you remember vehemently refusing. After all you wanted to be expunged from this god awful preppy school filled with elites of all kinds. But nope — you were forced to get along with the worst of them all. Damian Wayne. Perhaps you’ve gone too far and should have settled for a 20 or something on that paper instead . . . or all those quizzes and assignments you purposely got zeroes on.

In any case you now had the Damian Wayne inside your house (if you even call it that) and a paper to write about your ambitions or whatever.

You were basically complete opposites. He was rich, you were below average if not just straight up poor. You even bet he was a daddy’s boy or some shit. (But who were you to judge when your first day at the school literally consisted of your father forcing you to say you love him . . . with the loudest speakers known to man!) He was probably into classical music and while you did enjoy the genre as well you were more of a hip-hop, trap, pop music sorta guy. He was known as a snob that didn’t take bullshit from anyone while you were literally the definition of a pushover.

But surprisingly you two clicked really well. It started with you off-handedly correcting one of his mistakes. It wasn’t supposed to reach his ears really. But the realization that you, the bottom feeder of all bottom feeders corrected him flustered him entirely. That moment stuck within his head for the entire week that it even slipped into his vigilante activities.

Like, after single-handedly decimating a group of people trying to rob a bank he just yells, “How the hell did I get that wrong?!” while that one dude pretending to be unconscious in the background so he wouldn’t get beaten up harder just stares at him in confusion and shock.

After he cools down a bit, he starts wondering how you got it right. He looks into your scores and notices everything before his intervention were literally straight zeroes. Not just in the classes you two shared. It was either you were extremely (un)lucky or . . . you knew every answer from the start.

So he starts taunting you. Forcing you to display your prowess. Calling you an idiot, poor, nobody when you didn’t relent to his provocation.

And so you did. You showed him that you really didn’t need help from him. That you were a genius in your own right. Capable of doing advanced arithmetics within seconds in your head. You were fascinating to him.

And maybe the fact that only he got to know this side of you — not your classmates or teachers, even your parents now that you’ve secured a dorm room close to him (courtesy of the Wayne name) — knew about your intelligence inflated his ego. If only you didn’t have a roommate that bothered you two once in a while. He was quite the annoyance with how the music in his headphones could be heard even across the room. Like seriously, how was the boy not deaf yet?

It was around that time you got your powers.

You began avoiding him (and everyone really) but mostly him (he’d convinced himself). You’d only come to his desk once in a while to tell him that you weren’t available for tutoring that day, or even that entire week. Not to mention your sudden growth in height and muscles. Were you going through . . . puberty? No wait— you’re older than him by a year! Perhaps you were a late bloomer? You probably just started a gym membership. But he didn’t spot you in any gyms throughout Gotham out on his patrol. Not even at your room at night…

That and your already sus scores and attitude prompted him to instigate an entire investigation.

Who was [Y/N] [L/N]?

He knew some facts about you just from your room, the fact that you enjoyed music of all sorts and art, more specifically the graphic - pop look. He even started noticing your name-tags that you’d put everywhere both in his civilian and vigilante life. Seriously, how were you able to put it atop this streetlamp of all places?

Then he started noticing how alike you two actually are. Aside from enjoying art and all, you were incredibly rebellious. You had a relationship with your dad that could only remind him of his with Bruce. He knew you probably get reprimanded for all the vandalism you’ve gotten up to all the time. A small smile graced his lips at the thought.

However this only made him question your avoidance even more. So he decided to take a step further and trail you as robin (even harder).

You were getting really close with this Gwen girl in class. He quipped in his head as he noticed you two walking together.

Were you . . . going to the gym to impress her?

You didn’t seem like the type to change yourself for the sake of others. Despite your downtrodden attitude about academics. He can see the hidden potential, that confidence he wanted out for him to witness and bask in. He wanted to see all sides of you he realized.

He wanted to be the only one who did.

But just as he was about to follow you two into a dark alleyway he gets called by Dick of all people to investigate something else. Something about a man trying to cross realities and universes? Pah, as if that was more important than this. Nightwing can handle himself. He couldn’t have his competence questioned though. So with a reluctant sigh, he takes off into the night sky. Wondering what the pair he followed could be doing.

[ PART TWO ] [ PART THREE ]

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[8aji]

you're the sunflower, i think your love would be too much. // m.c.

a collection of spiderman!chifuyu hcs + drabble of you finding out about spiderman's real identity

pairing. spiderman!chifuyu matsuno x reader

wc. 3.7k (hcs - 1.8k, drabble - 1.9k)

tags/cw. spiderman au, fluff, very very minor angst, mentions of injuries, implied violence, mentions of doubt and insecurities, mix of past + present tense for story telling purposes (hcs), a little ooc, not beta-ed (?) + please let me know if i missed anything !

a/n. second time writing bullet hcs !! it was definitely an experience and im definitely up for creating more short-format content im the future. this story was inspired mainly by @/_slvx0 spiderman!chifuyu fanart and my recent tasm obsession. PSA. chifuyu’s character was adapted to fit my vision of spiderman instead of fitting spiderman to who he is. this means his character might be ooc. bear mind that this is my first time writing for chifuyu and so im not a 100% with his characterization — i apologise for any ooc-ness in that regard.

m.list ˖ tags ˖ byi/dni

Got so insanely giddy when he found out about his powers. He was so close to making a group chat with all of his friends to break the news to them. Thankfully he managed to stop himself from sending the message because he had already created the group and come up with the lamest excuse to cover his tracks

Comics and Shonen manga become his personal bible. Every superhero-related thing he did was likely inspired by one of those. That included the way he patrols the city at night and the ways in which he hides his identity. Too bad none of them show how to balance superhero-life along with his college one, a step-by-step guide would be of great help

One time, when swinging through the city, he forgot to shoot his web at another building and just found himself freefalling for a bit — he almost gave himself a heart attack that day

Found out about a video of him going viral while he was eating a sandwich on top of the Tokyo tower. He was so taken aback he almost lost his balance; in his defence, it was a really cool video of him. And deep down, reading the comments underneath the video gave him a sense of relief. He had always wondered if his job as a night vigilante was worth it, often doubting whether he had any sort of positive impact on people, but the support he was flooded with was enough reassurance for him to keep going

For a while, he favours Spiderman over Chifuyu — he wasn’t particularly insecure per se, but he found out that he felt the most comfortable and confident when he was wearing the mask, he felt a lot more freedom whenever he did.

Kazutora was the first to find out about Chifuyu being a superhero. It was 3 in the morning and he was sitting on their living room couch doing some homework when Chifuyu came through the window, almost crashing against the coffee table and knocking over a flower vase. The two of them stood frozen in place, tension rising by the second. Kazutora was getting ready to call out for Baji because a random masked man wearing a leotard had just broken into their living room, never mind the fact that it was a relatively famous and beloved superhero. But before he could, Chifuyu took his mask off in a panic AND BAM Kazutora was flabbergasted, speechless, unable to comprehend the fact that one of his best friends was risking his life protecting the city — ‘Tora then proceeded to beg Chifuyu to let him be the man on the chair.

Being a vet student isn’t of much help when it comes to making superhero equipment, so he follows multiple youtube tutorials whenever he wants to make improvements to his suit — the first time he tried to follow one he fucked up so bad he was tempted to spill his secret to Mitsuya just so his friend could help him out with the suit design.

One of his favourite pastimes is finding the tallest buildings and reading manga or comics while sitting at the top. He will sometimes listen to music as well. Makes a playlist titled ‘Rooftop reading’ or something corny like that

His favourite superpower is his ‘spidey sense’, he would pick the web shooting but it still freaks him a little.

He met you one night after getting home from his patrol when he swung onto the fire escape. As far as he knew, everyone in the building was asleep and the apartment next to his was empty. But of course, he had been wrong and instead had given you the fright of the century by coming out of nowhere and landing right in front of your window. — you ended up recognising him as Spiderman right after he apologised, and intrigued by his presence you asked him a couple of questions along the lines of ‘Why the fuck are you outside my apartment at 4 in the morning’

From then on, he makes sure to be more careful whenever he returns home. Though every now and then he will purposely make his presence known by landing a little too roughly on the iron platform or by knocking on your window just so the two of you could chat for a couple of minutes. Bear in mind that he only does it when the lights are on, which is more often than not; turns out your sleep schedule is just as messed up as his — and with the schoolgirl crush that has his heart 

Sometimes he will add a few ‘trapeze-esque’ moves to spice up his swinging routine. Makes him feel more like a superhero — and yes, he also learned those from youtube video tutorials.

His enhanced vision comes in handy whenever he finds himself too busy being Spiderman to study for exams. Tries not to feel bad about it, and has to remind himself that Baji and ‘Tora have both done the same thing to feel better

He becomes a little too chismoso because he can’t help but hear the gossip no matter how much he tries to tune it out and turns into somewhat of a picky eater.

Learning how to keep his superhuman strength in check was the hardest thing in the whole ‘Spider-acclimatization’ process. Before he figured out how to, he had already broken multiple glass jars, splintered the window and broken the hinges off of three doors before — Though the thing that hurt the most about not being able to show his super strength was knowing he could easily win an arm wrestling match against Baji but not doing so to keep his identity hidden.

Still, Baji had a hunch that something was going on with his best friend. With both, the superhero and the man on the chair. He had seen Chifuyu return to the apartment through the fire escape very late at night and managed to catch a glimpse of the red suit underneath an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, and he had heard the incoming ‘disturbance reports’ through the radio in Kazutora’s room. But in spite of his own curiosity, he refused to press his friends for the truth — he ended up officially finding out when he saw Chifuyu coming out of the bathroom fully dressed in his suit.

No doubt he will most definitely use his costume for Halloween, and absolutely adores it when people compliment it because ‘omg it looks literally the same as Spiderman’s!’

Freezed the first time he met you face to face without the suit, unable to apologise when he bumped into you by mistake. He just stared, and his friends were the ones to break the awkward silence when they recognized you as their neighbour.

He was ecstatic to finally be able to talk to you without having to wait for the early hours of the morning. For some reason, he hadn't thought about introducing himself as Chifuyu, but now the four of you hang out pretty often.

He would follow you around like a lost puppy around uni, force himself to do his homework to spend some time with you in the library and bring you coffee every time you met up. Whenever Baji and Kazutora had classes during the afternoon, think 6pm to 9pm lectures, you would get together at one of your apartments and watch movies — though these hung outs ended before 11pm max. he would come up with a very believable excuse and bolt out of the apartment, running down the fire escape to not be seen until next morning. 

That didn’t stop you from growing even closer. By then you had alrwady started to develop something a little more than a platonic fondness for the blond and his childlike excitement.

He was adorable, almost reminding you of someone you had met before…including his unusual nighttime behaviour. It always got your mind wandering, but you stopped yourself before it did any further. You could be a bit of an overthinker, and you missed your ‘spider-friend’.

It was true that the closer the two of you grew, the more spaced out his ‘spider-visits’ im not sorry for calling everything he does spider-something became. It got to the point he stopped showing up at your apartment for a month. He was too lovesick and too focused on being Chifuyu to notice that you missed his alter ego’s company

He found out you did one day when he saw you sitting on the fire escape. You had been bottling up your feelings for a while and just needed to let it out. Of course, you didn't tell him you it was Spiderman you were missing — he would probably think you were insane. So instead, you told him you missed a friend and after a little thinking, it clicked for Chifuyu.

At first, he felt a little self-conscious. Was his company not enough? Would he ever live up to what Spiderman had become? But then it clicked, once again, that you had no idea that both Spiderman and Chifuyu were the same person. Plus, you had explained how the person you were talking about had been your first-ever friend when you moved to the city — the melancholy in your voice was enough for him to promise himself he was going to visit you one last time, and maybe if he made up his mind, he would tell you his secret.

But of course, the night he planned to come clean was the night he got into ‘real’ trouble as Spiderman for the first time. Getting ambushed by 7 people at the same time was no joke — Both Kazutora and Baji, the newest member of the ‘man in the chair’ club, had warned him about the dangers of confronting the group of armed men, but he had let his ‘spider-ego’ get in the way of his rational thinking and now every muscle in his body ached as he made his way home.

So in retrospect maybe it hadn't been so bad, his body was just achy achy but other than that and a couple of cuts on his arms and legs he was fine !! And he was still determined to carry out his plan.

But he hadn’t taken into account how exhausted his body truly was. He ended up miscalculating the distance from the neighbouring building to the fire escape.

Thank whatever higher power that your window was wide open because he crashed straight into your apartment, falling right into your coach and knocking over a lamp.

But ! you ! were there ! Glued in place, the movie you were watching still playing in the background and popcorn laying all over the floor

“I love Wall-E!” he exclaimed while dusting himself off and wincing as he raised his arm to point at the tv.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house.”

He winced again when he tried scratching the nape of his neck in embarrassment. He thought you would’ve been a lot happier to see him, maybe jump into his arms and tell him you had missed him so much. Maybe you would even pull his mask up enough for you to kiss him — though thinking about it, the idea didn’t sit well with him. He wanted you to kiss Chifuyu, not Spiderman.

“You’re hurt.” You pointed out once the initial surprise had worn off.

“It's nothing I can't handle, give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be as good as new.” He was proud of himself for the confidence he had exuded with his heroic nonchalance, though he was dying on the inside and most definitely needed to lay down.

“How many minutes?”

“Huh?”

“Until you’re ‘as good as new’, I mean.”

“Um,” he wasn’t prepared for you to question him on his healing factor. It wasn’t exactly something you would ask someone you hadn’t seen in a while — ‘it’s nice to see you again! By the way, how long exactly does it take the cells in your body to regenerate? Just curious, toodles!’. Imagine someone asking you that, wouldn't it be weird? You were weird for asking him that, definitely weirder than the random man who jumped through your window and forced you to spill popcorn all over the ground. “Maybe, uh, 120 minutes for the cuts and then a little over 480 for the rest of my body?”

You looked unimpressed.

“So ten hours in total.”

“I promise it's usually a lot quicker than that, it's just been a rough night.”

When you rolled your eyes at him, he was sure you were gonna kick him out of the apartment — and start locking your windows at night. But instead, you gestured for him to sit down before rummaging through your kitchen cabinet for a white box with a cross on it.

“You a first-aid fan?” he asked when you sat down next to him, cringing at the stupidity of his question.

“All apartments in the building have one.” You brushed off, chuckling, and pulling out some gauze and hydrogen peroxide. He swore he could melt against your touch, the pain of his injuries melting away. And maybe it was the glimpse of a smile, the comfort in the creasing of your eyes, that turned him stupider than he already was.

“Ours doesn’t.”

He joked, forgetting for a minute that the version of him sitting in front of you wasn’t Chifuyu. But as soon as he saw your hands freeze in place, your gaze locking with his in confusion, he could feel the colour drain from his face.

“Wha– what I meant was that my, you know, apartment, which is somewhere that’s not here, because I don’t live here–”

“So you live here.”

“Well, I just said I don’t–”

“And you still couldn’t bother telling me you were going to suddenly disappear.”

“I’m sorry I–”

“You’re unbelievable.” You scooted further away from him, brows furrowed in simmering frustration. “All this time I was worried about you.”

Frustrated, annoyed and pissed off. He had seen you like that before. Annoyed at people who walked too slowly on the street or at men who couldn’t bother moving out of their way, bumping into you because they expected you to move. Pissed off when you received a ‘bad’ grade according to your standards, or when one of your groupmates refused to respond to the group chat even when the project was due the next day.

Frustrated, annoyed and pissed. He had seen you like that before. But never had it been directed at him.

“I understand–”

“No you don’t!” you interrupted him. “If you did, you would’ve said something, and it’s not like it’s hard to put on your costume and climb down a couple of floors to let me know that you were okay.”

“It’s not a costume, it's a super suit…” he trailed off, and you sighed in response, letting yourself fall back against the backrest of the coach. The growing silence between the two of you only fed the tension dense enough to be cut with a butter knife. And it killed you to feel the tangible difference between your previous interactions and what you now thought would be the last one.

He had become a very important person in your life, the first friend you ever had after feeling desperately lonely without your family or friends in a new city. And of course, there was always the possibility of him not feeling the same about you. Maybe you weren’t as important to him as you would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I know I should’ve let you know I wasn't coming as often.”

His voice had curled onto itself. It was strained as it tried to make its way past his throat, like he was trying hard not to choke on his own words. It made your heart ache in return. And maybe it hadn’t been nice for him to just disappear, but he was a superhero for fucks sake. Were you really expecting a super-fucking-hero to make some time in his ‘saving the city’ calendar for you?

You thought he had been unfair, and now you were taking it out on him. Hypocrite; you complained about him not being nice to end up being not so nice yourself.

“I know…I know you’re busy doing hero stuff and all, I'm sorry for snapping at you.” You mumbled, gaze stuck on the ceiling. “And I’m sorry for making fun of your suit.”

He smiled at that, and like a peace offering, you nudged his arm with your hand, asking for permission to help patch him up. It made his cheeks flush underneath the mask, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from squealing at the fluttering in his stomach. It was true that he had been primarily reading action-hero manga and comics, but that didn’t mean his love for shojo was cast aside. Sometimes, he couldn’t help but imagine he was the main character of a romance story, and, in spite of how cheesy it sounded, he really wanted that with you.

“You know, I,” he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He wasn’t sure if it was too soon to be revealing a secret of such magnitude. Especially after the tension that had risen between the two of you. But his goal was not only to apologise but to offer you a proper explanation. “The reason I wasn't coming here as often was, um,”

You stopped dead in your tracks, the gauze soaked in hydrogen peroxide lingering over one of his cuts. Still, you avoided meeting his gaze, eyes stuck on the ripped edges of his suit as if scared of what he was going to tell you.

“It was,” breath in, breathe out. His quickening heartbeat was so loud it wouldn’t allow him to hear what he was saying. Breathe in, breathe out, maybe he couldn’t do this, maybe this was a bad idea. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out, “because I was already over all the time, just not as Spiderman…”

Your head shot up in the blink of an eye, and even he was surprised you hadn’t somehow given yourself whiplash. But never mind that, because the sudden familiarity that flashed through your eyes as you mentally pieced together every single event, clue, hint and theory you had discarded along with the new information you had received, was enough to let him know you recognised who he was.

“You are–”

“Yeah,” he nodded, biting his lip in anticipation. “It’s me–”

“Keisuke.”

“What? No, It’s me, Chifuyu.”

And as if to prove his point, he pulled off his mask, revealing the tousled mess of blond locks and the purple bruises underneath one of his eyes and his lower lip.

He had to hold back a whine at the ruined grand reveal.

“No, I know.” you deadpanned, and he had to hold back a whine at the ruined grand reveal. Had it been any other circumstance, he would’ve felt proud to be mistaken for Baji. But when it was the love of his life doing so, it felt more like a flat-out rejection instead of a compliment.

“Chifuyu,” you called out to him, effectively pulling him out of the self-pity spiral, and pointed at your window. “I mean ‘Keisuke?’”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Baji waved at the two of you from outside, “were you about to kiss?”

“No!” “Not yet.”

“Oh okay, cool,” he shrugged, pointy canines sticking out as he smiled. “You were taking longer than usual, we figured you had gotten in trouble or something.”

“Yeah!” Kazutora poked his head from behind the wall, hair tied in a messy bun. “But then we heard your voice coming from here and we thought we’d check it out.”

“Well, I'm fine, so you two can,” he made a gesture with his head, urging his best friends to leave the two of you alone. “You know, go.”

He hadn’t expected it to work. They weren’t ones to pass on the opportunity to tease anyone, especially him, being the younger of the group and all. But to his surprise, all they had done was send a wave your way with a promise to hang out tomorrow night and left.

Now the two of you alone, all he wanted to do was stare at your face all night while you patched him up because if there was any trope that concocted the perfect mix between action and romance was when someone took care of another person's injuries. And wasn’t it one of the sweetest displays of affection? Just taking care of the one you love? Even though he wasn’t a hundred percent sure you liked him like that, at least he could dream, right?

“Wait,” remembering what you said earlier, it felt like an ice water bucket was poured all over him. Suddenly, the giddiness inside his tummy had returned with full force, and he could feel his cheeks straining with the inkling of a smile. “You said ‘not yet’.”

You hummed in confusion, biting on the inside of your cheek. Sure, Baji and ‘Tora had spared him from the teasing — although one could argue that showing up had been the teasing itself— but you could always make up for it with a sprinkle of intentional obliviousness. “What do you mean?”

“When Baji asked if we had kissed, you said ‘not yet’, does that mean you want to kiss me?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, a cheeky smile on your lips as your fingers traced aimless patterns up his forearm and bicep, to then let your hand rest on his cheek, your thumb caressing the soft skin. “Do I?”

He leaned closer to you, prompted by your touch, and you were quick to follow through, letting your leg rest against his. He looked so cute with his eyes sparkling with excitement, lips parted in contained desperation as he waited for you to say ‘I do’.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, breath mingling with yours, and lips barely brushing against each other. He looked so pretty sitting on your couch, the light of the tv casting shadows on his face, and absolute lovesickness coating every single inch of his body.

You nodded in return, smiling as you basked in the taste of him, the man behind the mask, because even though he had his own waves of doubt, it had always been him.

It would always be Chifuyu for you.

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[astyrial]

web boy mcu!peter parker x gn!vigilante!reader (fluff/rivals) synopsis: spiderman tries to stop you word count: 792 warnings: fighting, assault, blood masterlist | requests are open

    your fist collides with an older man's chin, a vine wrapping around his upper body as he falls backwards. you turn around to see his co-worker of sorts. the man holds his hands up, his baseball bat now pointing towards the sky. you lean forward a little, your face calm and collected, "how about you make this easy for me... where is she?" 

  "what are you talking about?" his head shakes, his foot taking a step back as you take a few steps towards him.

  you purse your lips, your eyes narrowing in his direction, "you don't know? how about the girl you knocked upside the head with that bat? does that ring a bell or did the message not come through?"

  he shakes his head again, the bat falling from his hand and hitting against the path. "that girl? she's just down the way, behind a pile of rocks," he points towards a few rock formations not too far from you. 

  you tilt your head, an eyebrow raised in speculation. instead of just leaving him to his own, you take another step forward; your fingers quickly touch his jacket and vines run along his legs. they climb up until they're sticking his arms to his body, his body falling over into the nearby grass. 

  once satisfied that he doesn't leave, you turn around and run towards the rock formations. the first formation doesn't have anyone there, as well as the second. you reach the last one and see a young woman laying on the ground. she has a bit of red running down her hair. her clothes are slightly bloodied as well.

  you open your palm against the ground, a large leaf spawns, allowing you something to cover the wound. you set it against the bleeding spot, along with a vine that wraps around her forehead to hold it there. you hold one arm under her shoulder and the other below her knees. 

  "what do you think you're doing?" a masculine voice echos from above you, a shadow blocking the street light.

  you let go of the girl, quickly turning around to see a figure crouching on the large rock. a fighting stance instantly overtakes you. when the light reflects a little, you can finally see that it is the neighborhood 'friendly' spiderman. "what do you want web boy?" 

  "web boy? haven't heard that one before," he jumps high into the sky, flipping over you until he lands a few feet away. 

  you roll your eyes, your hands reaching down to pick up the girl again. the two of you had only interacted a couple times, but you knew his reputation of working with the avengers. he definitely wasn't a threat. something hits your hand, your fingers sticking to your palm.

  "what are you doing?" you question, your hand flexing against the webbing. 

  "stopping you, obviously? the avengers don't know who are you, i don't know who you are," he then fwips another thing of webbing against against your shoe and the grass. 

  you sigh, your eyes closing for a second. without moving, the ground begins to shake, as if an earthquake is starting. pebbles hit against the path and your eyes open with a slight green hue suddenly rising. "you don't need to know who i am," a vine shoots out of the ground, wrapping itself around spiderman's forearm. 

  you slip your feet from your shoes, figuring you needed a new pair anyway... you lower to the ground, letting a plant tear the webbing from your hand. "see you around web boy, maybe next time you won't attack someone trying to help," you pick up the younger woman, making sure to keep her held tightly in your arms.

  "if you wanna help, why don't you consider the avengers, it's better than working alone," spiderman calls out after you as you start walking down the path. 

  you turn around, shaking your head, "depends on who you are. now, make sure not to tear any plants, they hold grudges. oh, and maybe alert the police, the perpetrators are just down that way."

  spiderman's lenses widen in confusion as you run off in the direction of the closest hospital. he pulls his arm from the plant, only for another vine to wind upwards and grapple onto his leg. it slithers up until it  is holding both legs to each other; his upper body weight toppling him over.

  he grumbles, "karen, can you not tell anyone about this unless i can't free myself?"

  "okay peter! would you like me to do something to help?" her voice rings through his mask, more chipper than he was hoping to listen to. 

  "maybe play some music, i don't know how long it'll be until i'm free."

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman x reader #mcu!spiderman x reader #mcu!spiderman #vigilante!reader #vigilante!y/n #mcu!peter parker

[secretaccountlol]

“Photos are the window to the soul”

Dude, I haven’t posted in so long I forgot how to even Format my writing.

I apologize for my hiatus I hit a bad artblock, but I dug up a old wip I felt like y’all would like, since I’ve influx of this trope coming in the Peter fics lately it’s a lil short though (I wanted to make it longer but couldn’t get anything to stick) but I hope it still satisfies you.

18+ no minors please!!

Insecure? Reader x Peter!

Cw: photo taking during sexy time (consent given), brief talk of voyeurism (Peter lil stalker habits) , spanking, sir kink, talks of body image hating, insecurities etc. as always typos probably

Uhm enjoy! (If you did please repost or comment)

“Peter, please” Your hands shield your face from his camera as he tries to dodge around to get a peak of your face through the slivers of space between your fingers. This was a daily occurrence, Peter taking pictures of you, well trying to at least, it wasn’t like you hated it, more like you hated yourself. Okay, Hated was extreme but you weren’t fond of looking at pictures of yourself. Something about it made you feel so strange about yourself; it was like you could see every insecurity multiplied by 10, which is a bad combo when one, your boyfriend literally works at the daily bugle, and two, loves taking photos of you.

“Baby, please. I need a new pic of you!” Your doe-eyed boyfriend pouted as his camera dropped to his side, as you giggled. “Oh for your stash?” you rubbed your nose as a panicked look swarmed Peter’s face. “I- what? No. I don’t have a stash-? I mean unless having pictures of your girlfriends is weird, I mean I don’t think it’s weird! Hahah-“ Peter rambled as you stared at him Incredulous. “Peter, it's okay I know you have a drawer full of pictures of me already. Including those stalker pictures, you took of me while you were being the masked vigilante, Spi-” you stop leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Spiderman.” you grin as you study his flustered face, you weren't often confident but when you were it drove him crazy, you could see the gears in peter’s head twist and bend trying to decide what he could quip next. “I- well. Uhm..w-” Peter’s words stumbled out as his breath hitched.

“It's okay, I thought it was hot.” you shrugged. “Plus not like we weren't dating already, you were just following to protect me, right?” you kiss his cheek as he nodded, you chortle. “You okay there, Parker? Cat got your tongue?” you tap his chin, waking him up from his shocked state.

“God, You- man I love you.” Peter’s hands wrap around your waist. “You just made me… So horny.” you could see his eyes dilate as they scanned your countenance. “Can..I-?” His hands shift, sliding you closer to him.

You grinned again, “Peter, Of course.” Peter’s lips push onto yours in a sweet kiss.

“Hey! Consent is desirable baby, haven't you heard?” Peter's eyes crinkled in delight as you smile. He tilted his head,

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

You both skip to the bedroom hand in hand.

—-

“Peter” you huff as his hands play with the hem of your shirt. “Mm, tell me baby, do you like this shirt?” Peter's voice was steady as his eyes looked at yours with desire. Your pants have already been discarded somewhere, “I can do without it” you smirk, his hands instantly rip through your shirt earning a gasp. “Mm, black lace? My favorite. You planned this didn’t you minx” you laugh at his comment. “Mm, I did, didn’t I?” You kick your feet, blushing, your confidence was wearing off as you covered your chest, looking away.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Peter's hands held your arms gently as he tried to look you in the eyes.

“I-uhm nothing. It’s nothing, just a little insecure.” Your voice was light as Peter frown took shape. “I- still wanna have sex, Pete.” You glance at him as he gently kisses your forehead.

“Okay, lay down for me, love.” you obey his command , moving around trying to get comfy as Peter removes his clothing. “You're gorgeous, y’know?” you stare at his back, tracing the scars with your eyes. “I'm serious, babe. I love you, your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your personality, and your body. Everything.” his eyes met yours with passion, you could feel yourself tearing up.

You mumbled his name as he gently tenderly kissed you, throwing his leg over your sides, your eyes close

taut as you take in his breath. “I’m gonna make sure you know by the end of this, sweetheart.” His voice against your lips made you shiver as you heard a camera click and your eyes flew open. “Peter?” your boyfriend stood tall over you as he checked his camera beaming at the picture. “You look radiant, baby.” he turns the camera so you can look at yourself but you instantly shut your eyes again, you hear Peter groan. “I-i don't wanna see, Pete!”

“Why not?”

“Bec-”

“Because what!”

“Because I feel ugly!”

There's a pause before you open your eyes to peek at him, his ocher eyes were full of heartache. “Baby.”

“It- I.. Just when I look at myself in pictures I just feel like you can see every little imperfection I have..” you pause again

“I’m sorry, I- ruined the mood. “ you lift yourself up before Peter presses you back down.

“No, you didn't. In fact, I have an idea, Do you trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you, Parker.”

“Good, cus we’re gonna do some exposure therapy”

Before you could doubt him, another snap of his camera. “Haha, you look too cute in this one.”

His smile made you grin wide, as you uttered his name. His free hand traveled down to your chest, groping your breast softly, your eyes fluttered, another click. “I'm glad I finally get to immortalize this beautiful body.” you groan. “Peter, please I'm no-” a smack cuts the air as you gasp as your ass stings.

“Talk shit bout yourself again and you'll get another spanking. Understand?” The sternness in his voice caught you off guard as you nod. You and Peter weren't new to trying new stuff in the bedroom, but this is the first time you’ve actually roleplayed, you bit your lip in eagerness.

“Y-yes sir, sorry sir.” you tilt your head down in fake shame. “T-teach me how to..love myself sir...” Your hands glide against his chest, as you try to sit up again, Peter’s hands shove you down again. “Mm, you're stubborn, baby. Course I'll help ya, but you have to be a good girl and stay put, okay?” Peter’s voice infected your brain with a ripple of pleasure as you nod eagerly.

“Yes sir.” His eyes connected to yours, with fire his lip bitten in anticipation. His eyes finally tear away from you as he grabs his phone from the bedside table.

“Do you know what this is, sweetheart?” his head tilted in question. You nod, “Yes, it’s a phone, sir.” You look at the phone curiously before staring at Peter.

“Good girl, so smart. Now, you know what phones do right? They take pictures and videos.” Peter’s eyes hang low as your eyebrows knit in concentration.

“You see, I don't always have my camera with me. This means I can't always see the pictures I've taken of you. Get it?” he lets the cold corner of the phone glide on your skin, tracing the curves of your breast. “So, I'm thinking I should take more..pictures, for the road. Would you like that, darling?” You smile as you see his tongue peek out behind his teeth.

“Yes, yes I would sir.” You chuckled, “Please, sir is my father’s name, Call me spiderman.” You and Peter shared a mischievous smirk. “Mm, okay Spidey. My boyfriend probably won't like knowing you have pictures of me on your phone.” Your head tilted, taunting him.

“Oh? But he doesn't have to know, does he?” Peter’s hands grip your chin gently. “Plus I'm sure he doesn't mind sharing.” you nod at his statement before Peter bends down to capture your lips. His hand travels down to your panties, snapping the waistband making you giggle. His fingers pick at your lacey panties before

Plunging his hands into your panties, circling your clit as you whine into his mouth.

“I love hearin’ you..' ' his freehand effortlessly pulls down your panties as the other makes long strides up and down your slit, the noises you make were pornographic, you use to be embarrassed, and sometimes still are to moan but Peter snubbed that out a long time ago.

“Oh, I’ve gotta get this on video.” Your eyes watch as Peter fiddled with his phone before his bright flash blinded you for a second before you could make out his shit-eating grin as your face felt hot. “Sorry about the flashbang, darling. But I gotta make sure I can see that pretty Lil face on camera, right?” his other hand tilts your chin towards the camera before panning down your body, making you shiver. “God, just.. So wonderful. Your boyfriend is a lucky man, y’know?” Peter’s thumb stroked your clit as he spoke, “N-no I'm a lucky..wom-!” you buck up, groaning as his fingers slide into your hole without warning.

“Pete-ah!.” Peter tsked, slapping your clit making you jolt, “It’s Spider-Man, remember?” He tapped your lips softly before he slid down to your pussy.

“Now look.at.this..You’re so wet. All for me?” His fingers found your hole once again.

“Yes! Yes! Mm all for you, Spider-Man!” You cover your eyes as you see the light flash on your bare pussy. “Your cunt makes so many pretty noises, I hope they show up on video.” Peter's voice breaks the silence, “I wanna hear more pretty sounds from someone else, though.” Your eyes close tight as you feel his breath on your neck.

“Come on, pretty baby, let it out.” His fingers pick up speed as you feel the warmth of the flash on your face as it contorts in pleasure. “Spider- I’m- I can’t..” your breath quickens as your back arches, “Oh-! I-im..!” Your hand grabs his wrist, his fingers curl into you, you whimper, your eyes close as you throw your head as you cum.

Your breaths are shallow as you come down from your high. Peter’s kisses bruise your skin as you groan, “Mmm-, that was … good.”

“Just good? Spider-Man doesn’t do just good, babe.” you giggle as you watch Pete’s eyes furrow in fake anger, “Perhaps you can show me how great, amazing, or even Spectacular you are then, hm?”

You laugh as Peter pulls you into another kiss.



#tasm!peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #peter parker oneshot #tasm andrew garfield #mcu!peter smut #mcu!peter x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #spiderman x you #spider man x reader

[darkspace7]

Somehow, combining a few of my favourite tropes (throwing randos into situations way over their head and found family formation via feral vigilante youths and their reluctant but just as chaotic guardians) have somehow resulted in the following: the vicarious need for a phantom thief spiderman.

And who am I to ignore my gremlin-brain impulses?

Enter: Pitch Warker "The Glass Arachnia"

• So this spidey wasn't "bitten" in the traditional sense but was instead pricked by a cursed bejewled spider-broach thing. (Think something along the lines of that shitty mask from JoJo part 1.) Maybe this happens when they go on an errand to, idk, deliver lunch to their Uncle Mais -who works as a security guard at the "New Londattan Gallery of Art"- at the bequest of their Aunt Benita (who are local Aunt May/Uncle Ben variants but cisswaped/roleswaped for some reason?)

•Okay and so while on this normally easy errand somehow the two of them get caught up in a jewel heist with some mook trying to get at the "Glass Spider" (a polished silver & garnet broach with a diamond decal so clear that it looks like glass) and that's what gets this ball rolling.

•The spider jewel apperantly has some legendary curse associated with it. Something about how "the blood shed in the darkened night shall beholden to whims of the fanged court albeit at the cost of forever being ensnared upon their shadowy throne." And so during the scuffle our little wannabe hero tries wrestling back the jewel from the thief but gets scratched in the process. Getting blood on the diamond activates the curse (which for...plot reasons...can only have one bearer at a time?) In the confusion the crook tries takes aim at our hero only to be pulled back by Mais. The weapon misfires hitting the man in the process.

•As expected, Uncle Mais kicks it while the mook takes the opportunity to abscond with the now useless gem leaving a traumatized kid behind for the cops to (not) deal with. (Also because this is New Londhatten, where the only cure for bereavement to either lock yourself away in mourning clothes and drown yourself in absinthe & gin or find a sketchy religion) Aunt Benita kind of dips off for a while to (not) deal with being newly widowed, and so our newly cursed spiderling takes it upon themself to find out why this happened and (hopefully) avenge his relative's death. And what better way to catch a thief is to become a thief yourself and find a way lure out the other? Not the healthiest of coping methods but whatever, it's not like the police are gonna believe some kid coming up to them and spouting on about 'cursed gems' and magic abilities' right?

•I'm thinking of a fancy victorian gentleman thief/steampunk-themed "spider" suit. Something distictly regal and vaugely unearthly to fit with the more magical aspect of the origin as opposed to the usual techno-organic radioactive superhero sthick. Maybe a nice white suit with an gossimer capelett and attached hood. Coupled with an interwoven reddish-silver spiderlace design as the (bulletproof) vest. A spider-shaped broach (perhaps modeled after the "missing" Glass Spider?) Pinned to the neck, a dashing caravat matches sticky-palmed gloves (that somehow never manage to leave a smudge.) They compliment the ruby-tinted lenses of goggles set in that strange porciline mask. Oh and of course what gentleman is without his multi-purpose utility cane (now with retractable grappling hook!) Really, stark white clothes and clacky heels don't mean a thing when you can become the shadows themselves.~

•After not only attracting the attention of the New Londhatten police but managing to snag the attention of other interesting characters as well. Like: Lady Jamie Joan Jameson, a gossip reporter desperate for the next breaking scoop on that 'dastardly snitch-thief Glass Arachnia' with a fondness for that queer little bookbinder who always seem to have their head stuck in some little tinkering thing this or sewing project that. Or Mikelangleo "Mike" Jones, the lovestruck youth with a massive pining for the bespecticaled little bookbinder, whose dry (and often unintentional) sense of humour and keen intellect continuously sends his heart a-flutter. (Such a shame that said bookbinder is completly uninterested in Mike's advances & any and all attempts at disuading the other have -through a continuing comedy of errors only sought to bolster the himbo's impression of the other. A misunderstanding like this would probably easily be solved if there was just a moment of direct communication but when has a phantom thief been direct about anything?) Luckily Gunther Stetson, current owner of Bugel's Books, resident "guy-behind-the-curtain" (Pitch's words -not his-), and the only (self proclaimed) sane man, runs interference.

•And after a while of doing this thieving gig the cursed spiderling hits paydirt. It turns out the mook who stole the Glass Spider was actually part of a larger scheme by this shifty organization to steal away cursed gems and use their powers to do horrific and unspeakable things. Also, something about getting enough of them and it equal immortality. Somehow? I mean what kind of name is Sinistrum Orichalcium, anyway?

•Gunther: "So yeah, that's bad and someone reasonable and totally equiped for this should probably go stop them? Right? Right?? [Of course it has to be them, damn it all Pitch...This is only going to end poorly.] (He was right. Oh mercy, he was right. The youth watched as the body of his ((only)) friend slipped off the crystiline horn of the rhinocerous-beetle-that-was-once-a-man. A lunge forward, torn glove outstreched as the hand r e a c h e d o u t. Metalline claws dug in ((burning agony it hurt)) and rapidly drug his form up and away. He writhed against the restraint, razor blades that drew him back again and again as solid steel scales absorbed the blows. ((Let me go let me go please I can't reach!)) Cackling as groping fingers wriggled under the dirtied white of his mask and ripped it away ((his shield, his safety nonono!)) Recognition. "So this is what you really are little spider. Even now you try to bear your milkteeth." A derisive snort as a gnarled tendril cupped his face an mockery of care. "Poor little Pitch, who would've expected the simple bookboy to have such a storied life?" Everything he had worked for, all that he had sacrificed was now crumbling around him as the other went on, "Feh, you are as brittle as the pages of tomes you peddle and as fragile as the Glass you come from." A contemplative look and the porcaline shattered. "Now look at your ruins and weep.")

• When it rains it pours. Thanks to the combined efforts of the Sinisturm Orichalcum, the New Londhattan Task Force, and Lady Jameson, our hero is now not only wanted for numerous accounts of thievery, breaking & entry, and other assorted stuff related to his vigilantism but now Pitch Warker aka the Glass Arachnia is (erroneously but not that they'd take his word for it) on the list for no less than three counts of battery, assault, & murder. The Sinistrum and their allies basically have been given free access to all of the remaining gems that they need to complete their plan and the city itself. Oh and Mike hates him now. So he fine. He can totally handle this solo. Not like he's the reason his close loved ones are dead and a bunch of villains are going to become supervillains that he still somehow has to stop despite being public enemy number one. Yep. Totally.

•(Spoiler: He is not fine. The spiderling is very stressed and needs a break. Not his supposed villain origin story. Let our adhd boi rest.)

#DS7's Log #That's basically all I have so far. #If you can't tell I watched ATSV this past weekend. #The art was /beautiful/ and I got /inspired/ #Has anyone ever done a phantom thief inspired spidersona? #Actually can this even be called a spidersona at this point? #IDK man but my need for more feral spiders to adopt spiderlings is only second to my urge to CREATE #and third to my compulsion to recklessly bs my way through everything without thinking of the consequences. #Cringe is dead. I took it back behind the dumpsters kill it. #The Glass Spider AU #-Casually adds to the list of ideas I'll never get around to writing- #Edit: I drew a thing! #Also I can't spell for crap apparently... #DS7 Draws

[nero-neptune]

Hi! Which Daredevil season is your favorite? And is there anything about the show that you enjoy now even more than you did when it first came out?

season 1 daredevil will always be My season, but season 3 was a very close 2nd (not that i didn't like season 2, but i always feel like there's three different plots going on lol). i definitely enjoyed how graphic it was, which is an odd thing to say i guess. but you can't be a vigilante without getting a little (or a lot) bloody sometimes! and while it initially annoyed me that it didn't seem like daredevil and friends were going to be acknowledged by the greater mcu, i now appreciate the way that the show exists in its own little bubble with their own stakes (no need for aliens or whatever the hell is going on a few blocks away). it almost seemed like matt murdock was filling the role that peter parker would've otherwise filled wrt being the people's hero (given mcu spiderman was off doing avengers shit all the time), and that made me like him even more. not to mention him being a visually-disabled hero, and that's still near and dear to my heart (i'm not even going to get started on how furious it made me when they gave thor his eye back)

and given that it was a television format, you're given so much time to understand all the characters and their relationships with each other. i liked the minor characters, i liked the main characters, i LOVED how awful wilson fisk was and to this day i joke about "when i was a boy!" with my sister. i loved the way they introduced frank castle. i love how righteously angry everyone gets. (and speaking outside of the show, i'm not from new york, so i love whenever people mention that hell's kitchen isn't even that big lol)

i was really, really sad when it got cancelled. i was, ironically, in an introduction to business law class (not in law school, i was just an econ major) when i heard about it. but, as upsetting as it was, i liked how it ended on a high note with practically every loose end tied up (minus bullseye, but i can live with that). it's easily my favorite marvel tv show ever.

#to this day the 'i only ever needed my friend' scene makes me tear up that show was sooo good! #asks #daredevil #the only other marvel shows i remotely cared about were the punisher. runaways. agent carter. legion. xmen evolution #that's it. frankly dc (for all people like to complain about their cw shows) have much better ones. and a lot of them at that #just my opinion but teen titans blows literally every marvel animated show out of the water. easily #marvel

[yourneighborhooddisaster]

Fic Recs Masterpost

I'll update this n shit don't worry. Also as of its creation this list is not complete. I just did it. I'll add more detailed descriptions n stuff later. Warnings may not be complete yet!!!

delivery boy

shameless self promo. i will not get embarrassed. bhna fic with male oc insert. READ THE FUCKING TAGS.

Q. A. B.

formatting's a bit difficult to read quickly, but it's funny as hell. at least i think so. bhna fic where Izuku runs a quirk analysis blog.

You've Never Used a Weed Whacker?

cute as shit bhna fic with erasermic being the parents of shinsou and eri. aizawa's a fucking country boy.

better luck next time

HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT I LOVE THIS FIC.

okay calm down.

bhna fic where Izuku has a quirk that allows him to rewind time when he dies in order to not die again. as you can tell a shit ton of death, graphic death, graphic injuries, etc. self harm and suicide warning too. but it's written so goddamn well. also vigilante Izuku, which I am SO fucking weak for.

i also would recommend reading every single related fic in the series blnt 'verse and the collection better luck next time and related works.

Deku and Death

this. is so cute. bhna fic where Izuku is the grim reaper and his best friend is the former grim reaper. i love it.

Player Two Has Entered The Game

bhna fic with therapeutic All Might bashing, morally ambiguous Izuku, and villains. i really love Izuku being civil with villains.

@Aizawa'sProblemKids

this is like. a visualization fic. bhna. also cosplayers please. they get tiktok.

No One Left Behind

fantastic. best sanders sides fic i have ever read. lots of angst. intrulogical. love it.

The Grosvenor Gang

a sherlock fandom fic with kids Sebastian Moran and Jim Moriarty. real fucking dark tho, but it's amazing. i have not had the opportunity to read all of it.

PROOF SPIDER-MAN LOVES CLICKBAIT

okay but this. marvel fic. fucken MASTERPIECE. peter writes too many articles about spiderman and people think he's in love with himself. ru kidding me.

Superhero Adoption Agency

Jefferson Davis tries to adopt his own child's secret identity. Into the Spiderverse fic.

Cunning and Ambition series

hp fic where Harry is sorted into Slytherin. it's so good. but abandoned in the sixth? book.

okay please read tags and stuff this list is nowhere near complete and i haven't included detailed warnings but i have to go now.

#bhna fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #into the spider verse fanfiction

[ddetraque-blog]

Honeybee

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

 A/N: Exceeding 200 follows!!! OMG I love y’all so much! Please keep sending in requests! You all have such great ideas. Also, flashbacks are formatted like:

This

 Inspiration: An amazing anonymous person had requested this of me, and I can’t resist a little awkward and cute Peter. Also, the reader’s alias kinda spurred from a cheesy promposal.

 Summary: The reader wants to confront Peter about choosing the world or her, and recounts flashbacks of when his “job” tore him away from their dates. She gets to the tower, but Peter has a surprise in store for her.

 Warnings: Maybe a little language

 Word Count: 1,361 Words

 Masterlist Under Construction

 Honeybee

You and Peter always had fun times together, but you were starting to worry that he wasn’t as invested as you were.

 Countless times now, he’d been pulled from one of your dates-that-aren’t-actually-dates to go be Spiderman and save the world. Countless times, he’s whisked away by the one and only Tony Stark to go fight the evil in the world. And you supported it wholeheartedly. Heck, you even wanted to help. But you were tired of it all.

 Tired of not being able to sleep at night, fearing that the worst has happened to Pete. Tired of not being able to help. Tired of being stood up in the name of justice.

 You knew it was wrong to be selfish like this. The world needs Spiderman, and he just so happens to be Peter Parker. But you wanted Peter. You wanted that awkward kid from Queens that made your heart flip every time he laughed. But Spiderman and Pete were one in the same. You couldn’t have one without the other. Yes, you wanted Peter, but the whole Spiderman thing was putting a strain on your unofficial relationship.

 This is what you were going to tell him. Yeah, you were going to have him decide. You were marching towards that distinct skyscraper to ask him whether he wanted you too, or if his “job” was more important.

 You hated saying that. You hated even thinking about the possibilities of his decision.

 So, what if you became the Honeybee? The superhero you dreamed of becoming the moment the Avengers had saved Manhattan, the Honeybee was completely your design. You had the whole gig planned out, too. The Honeybee, crime-fighting vigilante who was as sweet as honey but stung like a bee. Your work had gotten you next to nowhere though, except your invention of the “sting”.

 Of course, you had told Peter everything about it, but in steps, since he was always pulled away as you were talking. For example:

Pete and you had just been chilling in his room after Aunt May had brought you a batch of fresh chocolate chip cookies. At this point, May knew you two wouldn’t be doing anything other than talking and didn’t supervise anymore.

 “I want to help, you know? I don’t want you to be the only one with the burden of saving the world,” you had told him, breaking a warm cookie in half as you spoke. He nearly choked as stared at you, wide-eyed.

 “Really? You want to do what I do?” he questioned, a hint of shock in his voice. You nodded.

 “Yes, I do. Just imagine it, Spiderman and Honeybee, kicking villain ass.” Peter had chuckled softly at the names.

 “Honeybee, huh? Why?” he asked. But before you could open your mouth, a distinct ringtone interrupted the conversation and Peter scrambled to answer it. Of course, it was Mr. Stark. Peter had quickly changed into his suit, despite you being in the room, and swung out into the night.

 You had covered for him, of course. You stayed in his room for a while longer to play it off like he fell asleep. You left before it got too incredibly late, May believing your lie.

 FRIDAY, Stark’s newest artificial intelligence program, greeted you at the doors and told you exactly where to go to find Peter. You soon found yourself in an elevator, going down to the lab. The silence in the lift brought on another memory of why you were doing this.

You were sprawled out on an old, raggedy couch in the rooftop garden of your building, your head in Pete’s lap, staring up at the crescent moon. Pete was absentmindedly playing with your hair as he leaning against the back of the couch, relaxing.

 “Have you asked Mr. Stark if he could help me with a suit?” you asked, looking at the boy hovering over you.

 “He said that he’d think about it,” Pete sighed.

 “I understand. He gave you your suit after knowing that you could do this sort of thing. I’ve never even had any training, and I don’t have your abilities.”

 “Which is why I’m worried about it. You don’t know how to fight, except for throwing a few punches. And you don’t know how to defend.” You sat up at this, pushing his shoulder playfully.

 “I can defend myself, twerp,” you said. He raised his eyebrows.

 “Really? Kneeing some guy in the groin doesn’t count,” he teased. You rolled your eyes before pulling him to his feet.

 “Let me show you then. Try to touch me.”

 “What?”

 “Pretend you're some nasty jock that’s trying to get handsy with me.”

 Without thinking too much into it, Pete moved to touch your waist. Before he could make contact, you grabbed his hand and twisted his arm in an odd way, making him bend weirdly. He yelped when you bent his wrist even more. You released your grip and smiled smugly.

 “See?”

 “Yeah, I see alright,” he says before using his webbing to get a grip on you. He spins you into him, your back hitting the front of his chest. Not noticing the intimacy of the position, you two laugh for a bit.

 After you sober up after giggling at Pete’s “smooth moves”, you realize how close you are to him. You crane your head to look at his face, only inches from yours. Just as the same realization sinks in for him, his ringtone goes off. He groans softly before pulling away from you to check his phone.

 “I gotta go. I’m so sorry, Y/N...”

 “It’s fine. Go save the world,” you wave him off, wrapping your arms around yourself as he pulls his hood over his head and launches himself off the rooftop.

 The elevator dinged and brought your from your memory, the doors opening to the lab. Classic rock was playing over the speakers and you could tell Stark was working with Peter on something. You entered the lab, only to see Pete standing in his suit, without his mask on. He was holding a yellow poster board with black writing on it. It read ‘Honey, will you “bee” my date to Homecoming?’.

 A gasp escaped as you brought your hands up to your mouth. Pete just grinned wider before stepping aside, revealing a mannequin. The mannequin donned a black and yellow suit, with special looking wrist cuffs and chunky boots. There was a mask as well, just a simple black with a yellow dot on each brow.

 You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

 “So?” Pete chuckled nervously. “Honey, will you ‘bee’ mine?” he asked, setting the poster down and walking towards you. You nodded and let him engulf you in a hug as you stared at the mannequin. He pulled away and looked at you, waiting for some type of reaction from you about the suit.

 “Is that mine?” you asked, pointing to it like a child. He chuckled and nodded.

 Oh. My. Gosh.

 Pete pulled you towards it, forcing you to run your fingers over the material. It felt the same as his suit, maybe a little different in the way it breathes.

 “Mr. Stark helped me make it. He also didn’t think wings would look cool, so there’s power repulsors in the boots. The cuffs are your stingers, and they’ll be armed with your venom. It’s like a second skin, but armored and padded. Super breathable, so you don’t feel like you’re suffocating.” You listen intently as he explains it, inspecting the suit with just your touch. “So, do you like it?”

 “Like it? Peter, I love it!” you nearly squeal, hugging him tightly. He holds you, his gloved fingers rubbing circles onto your back. “Thank you so much,” you say into his shoulder. He chuckles softly.

 “Of course. I figured that if I wanted to save the world and have you, I would have to put one and one together. Make you my partner.” You sighed happily, realizing that he had been thinking the same thing as you this whole time. “Y/N, would you be my partner and my girlfriend?”

 “I would love to.”

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Live (Part 1/2)

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader 

Father!Tony x Daughter!Reader

A/N: I have the flu and I am bored. So, here you go! I could not think of a title, so just ignore the title. Has lines from CA:CW. I googled them, so if they are not quite right… oh well! LOL This is not my best writing, but what do you expect with me having the flu?

Summary: During the fight at the airport, Y/N Stark was told to keep out of the way. She tries, but between being on Team Cap, going against her father, and trying not to fight her boyfriend, can she come out unscathed?

Warnings: Violence, etc etc.

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 I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have agreed to this. Any of this. I was about to go fight against my family. I was about to go fight against my father, Tony Stark. The one who has supported everything I have ever done… except this. One of the last times we had spoken, he had tried to use the fact that I was a minor against me and force me to sign the Accords. I refused, and ran away with Steve.

As if to punish me, then he asks my boyfriend of a year, Peter Parker, to join his little team to arrest us. Of course, my father wasn’t going to tell me, until Peter called me and told me that he was worried about fighting against me, and that he refused to harm me. I was furious, not that Peter said yes to fight with my father, but because my father – whom I only told about Peter being Spiderman because he caught him in his suit in my apartment – chose Peter out of all the vigilantes. There were so many other choices just within New York, but he had to ask my boyfriend.

“I cannot believe he asked you to fight, and didn’t think to tell me!” I yelled into the phone, drawing attention from Sam and Steve. I quieted down a little, “When I told him I missed you, I didn’t think that this would be his solution.”

“You’re not mad at me for saying yes, are you?” He asked, shyly, “Because I love you and if you don’t want me to fight, I will say no.”

I sighed, “Of course not, babe. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Let’s not fight each other, then, okay?”

I had called my dad from a burner shortly after and gave him a piece of my goddamn mind. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed.

When we got to the airport to pick up the recruits – Wanda, Scott, and Clint – I hung back with Bucky. He looked so guilty, and I knew that Sam being a dick did not help any. I leaned against the car, running my fingers over a smooth, round, polished stone that Peter had got me from a cute little shop in Queens, “This fight isn’t your fault, you know.”

Bucky looked over at me, turning and mimicking my stance against the small car, “I know. Doesn’t make me feel any better.”

I shoved the stone in the pocket of my black uniform, “They were going to fight over the Accords no matter what. The only reason that things turned out this way, with you, is from that creepy man who framed you.” I looked over to him and quoted Will Bowen, “’Hurt people hurt people. People hurt others as a result of their own inner strife and pain.’”

He smiled, “How old are you again?”

Smirking, I held out my hand, “Y/N Stark. I’m seventeen years old, and I can move rocks, and stuff.”

He shook my hand, raising an eyebrow, “’Move rocks, and stuff’?”

Taking the stone back out of my pocket, I made it levitate over my hand, “I don’t really know the extent of it, but something happened to me when I was little and I could suddenly manipulate earth-related objects. Kind of like the little, blind, earthbender girl from Avatar: The Last Airbender.” He looked at me confused. “Oh, yeah. I forgot you don’t understand modern references.” I laughed, shoving the stone back in my pocket.

Suddenly, someone was talking in the overhead speakers. Bucky looked over to Steve, “We should get moving. They are evacuating the airport.”

“Stark.” Steve said, tensing up and looking over at me. I took a deep breath, holding it for a second, and let it out slowly to calm my nerves. “Suit up.”

Steve quickly pulled me aside, “Y/N, I know that you agreed to fight, but you aren’t trained like the rest of us are. I am not asking you to not be here, but please, do not put yourself in unnecessary risk.”

I grimaced, “Unfortunately, you’re right. I’m not trained, and I barely know how to fight, but I can be useful. I’ll be a good distraction.” I’m not about to accidentally kill myself.

He nodded, putting his hand on my shoulder, “Be careful out there.” He pulled me along, “I guess we should see what your dad has to say…”

When we approached the tarmac, I heard my dad’s suit and immediately tensed, putting my fingers in my pocket to rub my stone for comfort. “Wow.” Dad’s voice held his usual level of sarcasm, “it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don’t you just feel weird?” Looking up, I saw Dad and Rhodey standing next to each other, my Dad giving Steve a sharp look.

“Definitely weird.” Rhodey agreed, sharing a look with my dad.

“Dad, hear Steve out, please.” I said, stepping closer to Steve, “That doctor, the psychiatrist, he’s behind all of this.”

My father’s eyes narrowed, and suddenly a man in a cat suit came leaping from behind a beam and landed near my dad. “Captain. Miss Stark.” The man greeted.

“Your Highness.” Cap nodded. I just smiled.

“Anyway. Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?” Dad said to Steve.

“You’re after the wrong guy.” He replied.

“Your judgment is askew.” Dad’s eyebrows were pulled together in anger, and the bruising on his face became more prominent. “Your war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.”  

“And there are 5 more super soldiers just like him.” I said, crossing my arms and glaring at my father and Rhodey.

“I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can’t.” Cap finished, looking a little defeated.

“Steve.” Natasha’s voice came from behind us, making me jump a little, “You know what’s about to happen. Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?” She looked at me, “Do you, Y/N?”

“All right, I’ve run out of patience.” My dad said, sounding annoyed. As usual. He put his hands in front of his face and yelled, “Underoos!” Next, I heard the sound of Peter’s web shooters and saw the web attach itself to Cap’s shield, pulling it away and shooting his hands to make handcuffs. Peter landed on a random car with the shield, a little wobbly and awkward. I noticed he had a nice new get-up. Still all nice and tight. “Nice job, kid.” My dad said to him.

“Thanks. Well, I could’ve stuck the landing a little better. It’s… just the new suit… Well, it’s nothing, Mr. Stark. It’s-It’s perfect, thank you.” Peter’s stammering was just too cute. You smiled, trying not to chuckle.

“Yeah, we don’t really need to start a conversation.” My dad shook his head.

“Okay.” Peter replied, but his eyes got wide when he looked over and gave Steve a small salute, “Cap… Captain. Big fan, I’m Spider-Man.” He looked over at me, “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey, babe.” I gave him a small wave, “I like the new suit.” Cap gave me a weird look. I had forgotten that they didn’t quite know I had a boyfriend. Let alone him being Spiderman. Only my dad knew.

I stopped listening to what Dad and Steve were saying up until Dad started yelling, “Alright, I’m done. You’re gonna turn Barnes over and you’re gonna come with us. NOW! Because it’s us!” He sounded just like he did when he yelled at me for doing something I was not supposed to be doing.

Sam said something about the jet over the comms, and Steve rose his arms up so that Clint could shoot away the webbing. “Alright, Lang.” Scott, who was sitting on the shield ant-sized, suddenly became big, hitting Peter in the face and coming up next to Steve, handing him his shield.

Did he really have to hit him?

“I believe this is yours, Captain America.” Scott said in a serious voice. He looked over at me and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. I must look really nervous. I need to calm down.

When the fight broke out, Peter was heading for Barnes and Wilson, so I went to follow, but I saw Cap was fighting with T’Challa and Rhodey alone. I used my ability to try and ground Rhodey for a little bit by hooking his foot with concrete, and kept running. I made a chunk of the tarmac lift into the air with me on it and smashed through the windows into the building. Only to be immediately webbed up by Peter onto a pillar.

“Oh, come ON, Peter!” I yelled, attempting to reach my knife to cut myself out.

“I told you, Y/N, I am not fighting you!” He called, following Barnes and Wilson out of sight.

               “For fuck’s sake.” I looked around, and saw a sharp looking chunk of rock. The rock immediately did as I wanted and cut the webbing off of me. “At least no one saw this but Peter.” I mumbled, running towards the fight, just to see Peter go flying out of the building by Red Wing.

               “You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Barnes groaned, trying to get out of the webbing they were both caught in. At least I’m not the only one.

               “I hate you.” Sam grumbled, struggling to get out, as well.

               I barked out a laugh, coming up in front of them. “If only I had my camera to document this hilarious moment.”

               “Shut up and get us out of this crap.” Wilson complained, as I pulled out my knife.

               When we made it down to the tarmac and fell in line with Cap, we ran towards the jet. Vision had finally joined the fight and blocked our way, letting my dad’s team fall in line opposite of us.

               After a brief stare-down, Wilson asked, “What do we do Captain?”

               “We fight.”

               I ran with Bucky and tried to help him with T’Challa, but hand to hand was not my strong suit. I tried to use my ability to distract him, giving Bucky an in to heading towards the jet, but T’Challa was not letting up. When he went to use his claws on Bucky, Wanda was faster than I was, and she flung T’Challa away from Bucky. We ran towards a plane and I made a formation on one side of us to block on-coming shots.

               “You okay?” Bucky asked, checking over you.

               I nodded, “Barely been involved, just like Steve asked. I’m fine.”

Steve ran towards us and shouted to Bucky, “We got to go.”

“That guy’s probably in Siberia by now.” Bucky called back, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m gonna draw all the fliers.” Steve replied, looking around, “I’ll take Vision. You get to the jet.”            

“No, you get to the jet!” Sam said through the comms, “Both of you! The rest of us aren’t getting out of here. ”

“As much as I hate to admit it, if we’re gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it.” Clint agreed with Sam. Shit. He is right. I’m not making it out.

“This isn’t the real fight, Steve.” Sam said, grunting as he blocked a hit.

“Alright, Sam, what’s the plan?” Steve asked.

“We need a diversion, something big.”

“I got something kind of big, but I can’t hold it very long.” Scott chimed in, “On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half, don’t come back for me.”

“He’s tearing himself in half?” I turned to Bucky, grabbing his arm in panic. Bucky shook his head, shrugging, and suddenly Scott was fucking huge. As tall as a building. “What the hell?”

“I guess that’s the signal.” Steve said, running over to us and looking over at me, “Are you coming?”

“No.” I took a deep breath, “You guys go. I’m needed here.”

Steve nodded, running off with Bucky towards the jet. I looked around at all the fighting and saw that T’Challa had spotted them leaving. Scott tried to kick him away, but he kept coming. Clint had also tried to keep him busy, but he would not let up. Fucking hell, this man is annoying.

Vision was the only one that was the wild card. He was more powerful, and had stronger abilities. Vision went through Scott and damaged the building to stop the boys from getting to the jet. I threw my arms up summoning all my concentration into the rubble that was falling to keep it suspended in air, and Wanda did the same thing with her scarlet force. Wanda had taken some of the pressure off, but Rhodey hit her with something, and it all fell onto me to keep it up. I grunted under the force it was taking, and fell to my knees. This was not going to hold much longer. This was the most I had ever tried to carry at once. It was exhausting.

Rhodey must have realized I had been helping, once it didn’t fall, and shot at me, too. I cried out as the pressure in my head became too much, and the deafening waves caused me to lose my concentration and cover my ears.

I felt the ground shaking with the rubble falling, and could only hope that they had made it. I could not hear a thing. I was disoriented, but when I stood I saw that Peter was crawling on mega-Scott. I chuckled, watching him swing around and took off towards them. Someone above caught my eye, and I looked up for a second, but when I looked towards Scott, again, I saw he had accidentally kicked a chunk of an airplane wing, and it was coming right for me.

“Shit.” I muttered, attempting to dodge out of the way, using my abilities to move the chunks, but the heat from the explosions was extreme. The heat had distracted me, and I was blown back by something hitting my stomach. I gasped, flying back behind something large out of sight from the others. I felt the comms unit get blown out of my ear, not that I would have been able to hear anything on it, anyways, from Rhodey’s hit. I landed hard against the tarmac and couldn’t catch my breath. My vision was getting blurry, but I needed to stay awake and help.

The jet! My vision cleared a little as it flew over me, and I tried to smile. They had made it.

Pain coursed through my entire stomach. Oh shit. How bad is this? Not wanting to move my neck too much, I slightly looked down to see something lodged in my stomach. Oh my god, is that in me?! When I tried to move my arm, my ribs cried out in protest, and I saw that I had also been burned. “Shit.” I hissed, trying to catch my breath as the panic took over me. I’m hit. Really badly.

“Dad.” I wheezed, seeing him fly up and in the wrong direction. Taking off towards the jet. Tears slid down my face. I can’t breathe. I felt a cough burning up my chest, but my ribs would not allow me to cough properly. I need my dad. I need help. “D-dad.” I tried again, but instead, I felt something run out of the sides of my mouth as I tried to speak. I brought my arm up to my mouth, ribs blinding me with pain, and wiped my mouth. Blood. Blood is not good! Nobody can see me! I was hidden, and they were all distracted by the fighting.

“Y/N?” I vaguely heard Peter call after a few minutes. It sounded like I was underwater. “Where are you? You okay?”

I can’t breathe. SOMEBODY HELP ME. I was getting too panicked for not getting enough air in my lungs.

“Y/N’s HURT, I can feel it! Vision, let go!” I heard Wanda scream out, “Y/N!? Where are you?”

Help… My vision was starting to go dark with the lack of oxygen.

“Oh my God!” Peter screamed, “Sh-she’s over here! Help!” Peter’s bruised face came into my spotty view. “Y/n, baby, come on. Stay awake.” He pushed a button on his comms, “Tony, Y/n is hurt! It’s bad!”

“P-Peter-” I breathed out, feeling the blood staining my lips.

“Shh,” He swept my hair out of my face, hands shaking, “Just keep breathing. Stay awake.”

Wanda’s face came into view, and it was streaked with tears, “Y/n, hold on. Medical is on it’s-” She suddenly gasped, looking away, “Rhodes is hurt!”

Rhodey?! I felt my panic rise, and my vision was getting really dark. My whole body was starting to get cold, and my lips started quivering.

“You guys, I think she is going into shock.” Peter cried, “Y/N, please.”

“Y/N….” Peter’s voice is the last thing I heard before the darkness took me…

Part 2

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Dynamite Entertainment is proud to announce that classic television’s incarnation of The Green Hornet is set to make his return with an unexpected new partner in the pulp character’s latest cross-over miniseries, The Green Hornet ’66 Meets The Spirit, featuring revered comic writer/artist Will Eisner’s famous two-fisted crimefighter. Written by Fred Van Lente (Archer & Armstrong, Cowboys and Aliens), with art by Bob Q (Kings Quest), The Green Hornet ’66 Meets The Spirit #1 arrives in stores this July!

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The Green Hornet is back and on the case! With his aide Kato and their rolling arsenal, The Black Beauty, by his side, The Green Hornet is ready to face the toughest of challenges! On police records a wanted criminal, The Green Hornet is secretly Britt Reid, owner/publisher of The Daily Sentinel. Reid and Kato have traveled to Central City to participate in the futuristic World’s Fair, and to get the skinny on the new and potentially dangerous “Newspaper of Tomorrow“, a device capable of predicting headlines before events happen.

Writer Fred Van Lente says, “I’m very excited to link these two iconic characters. The Spirit has been a favorite of mine since I was a kid, and the opportunity to pair Will Eisner’s legendary creation with a character that has an actual year in its name allowed me to age The Spirit cast fourteen years forward. In our world, the Spirit hasn’t been seen since 1952 (the year the strip ended) but suddenly this new guy has appeared in the mask and hat — one who will look pretty familiar to longtime fans. Who is this guy, and why has he returned? This is the mystery Green Hornet and Kato must solve.”

Fred Van Lente is the #1 New York Times bestselling, award-winning writer of comics like Dynamite’s The Mocking Dead and Magnus: Robot Fighter, Archer & Armstrong (Harvey Award nominee, Best Series), Action Philosophers! (American Library Association Best Graphic Novel for Teens), and Cowboys & Aliens (with Andrew Foley), the basis for the feature film.

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Artist Bob Q says, “I’m incredibly excited to be working with Fred Van Lente who has written a script that’s fun all the way through. Artistically, my plan is to capture that spirit as best I can with a series of ham-handed pencil and brush strokes. What I’m really striving for, though, is to shake up masked-vigilante fashion. It’s time to trade in spandex onesies, capes, and pouched belts and get back to some nicely tailored suits and fedoras. If you’re going to fight crime, do it with some class.”

“The Green Hornet and Will Eisner’s The Spirit have been incredibly successful properties for us, thanks to these characters’ dedicated and eternal fan base,” says Nick Barrucci, Dynamite CEO and Publisher. “We’re thrilled that after many decades in print, the characters are still able to resonate with fans – both old and new – across the globe, and now courtesy of a titanic team-up of their trademark trench coats!”

The debut issue of The Green Hornet ’66 Meets the Spirit features a wide selection of cover variants, providing fans and retailers with the freedom of choice! The cover artwork features the talents of the award-winning husband and wife team, Mike and Laura Allred (Batman ’66, X-Force, iZombie), Ty Templeton (Batman 66, The Simpsons) and Javier Pulido (The Amazing Spiderman, Robin: Year One), respectively. Limited variant editions in “Black & White” and “Virgin Art” formats are also available as retailer incentives for comic shops that support the launch issue by achieving stocking thresholds.

The Green Hornet ’66 Meets the Spirit #1 will be solicited in Diamond Comic Distributors’ May 2017 Previews catalog, the premier source of merchandise for the comic book specialty market, and slated for release in July. Comic book fans are encouraged to reserve copies with their local comic book retailers. The Green Hornet ’66 Meets the Spirit #1 will also be available for individual customer purchase through digital platforms courtesy of Comixology, Dynamite Digital, iVerse, and Dark Horse Digital.

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SPIDERMAN ZEICHENTRICK HERUNTERLADEN

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Morbius führt weiterhin seinen blutigen Amoklauf durch und der frühere Marine Frank Castle taucht als der vigilante „Der Punisher“ in New York auf und benutzt seine tödlichen Methoden, um wieder Ordnung zu schaffen.

Duel spidermaan the Hunters Six Forgotten Warriors Dein freundlicher Nachbar Spider-Man!

Hydro-Man Neogenic Nightmare Part 3: The Man without Fear Wünsch dir was Sins of the Fathers, Chapter 2: Herbert Landon mutiert zu einem gigantischen Monster. Die schwarze Katze Partners in Danger, Chapter 3: Der Jäger Kraven the Hunter Eine gnadenlose Schlacht und ein unsanftes Erwachen für Harry sind die Folge.

Enter the Green Goblin Shriek of the Vulture Adrian Toomes will sich an Norman Osborne rächen, der versucht hat, seine Firma zu übernehmen und benutzt die Tafel der ewigen Jugend, um sich in den Geier zu verwandeln. Spider-Man und zeichentricck Krieger machen sich daran, einen Wirbel zu suchen, um die Gefahr der Weltvernichtung zu bannen.

Als er es benutzt, um den gestohlenen Stein wiederzufinden, trifft auf den düsteren Schocker. Dort muss er sich mit fünf Klonen zusammentun, um Spider-Carnage zu besiegen, einen bösen Spider-Man, der mit dem brutalen Symbionten Carnage vereint ist.

Armed and Dangerous 7. The Immortal Zeicjentrick DVD bei Amazon Folge Spider-Man ist Normans einzige Hoffnung auf Rettung. Durch seinen neuen Octobot verliert Spider-Man sein Gedächtnis, was zu einer undenkbaren, kriminellen Partnerschaft führt.

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ultraviolet [Part 1]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Female!Reader

Warnings: Bad description of violence because I’m not very good at it, cussing

Summary:  You are a superhero, struggling as any teenager would to balance school life with vigilante justice. When you meet Spiderman, he throws a wrench into your works, informing the government of your existence. You've worked so hard to stay off the radar - will you accept the government's offers, or will you remain a solitary figure?

A/N: Hey! It’s “isactuallyspiderman”/MJ from Quotev. I’m still working on figuring out Tumblr, so please forgive me if the whole formatting thing is wrong/messed up. <3 (gif originally posted by @bnsplmn, by the way)

                 New York City, New York. 

        A hotbed for alien attacks and superhero sightings. The world was being avenged from one side of the city and defended from the other. Surely, they didn't need more vigilantes running around with so many people protecting the state.

        But you sure as hell weren't going to Jersey.

        As you passed by a nearby alley, you heard a shout followed by a cry.

        Without a second thought, you made your way into the alley. Sounds of a struggle hit your ears - you cracked your knuckles, violet bolts of energy dancing across your fingers. 

     Your father was a psychologist, and a good one at that. If he knew his daughter spent her nights fighting small-time criminals, he's probably blow a gasket and try to shrink you. 

     Oh well. 

     At least you were making a difference. 

     Just a few buildings down, Spiderman heard a woman cry out. In a rush to get to find the source of the sound, he shot a web to sling toward the next building. 

     He miscalculated how high it was, and had to hastily let go of the web to avoid smashing into the side of a building. 

     Thank God for dumpsters. 

     He'd fallen into the alley where conflict was arising. From his position in the trash bin, Spiderman could barely see what was going on. A man yelping, a bright purple light, something colliding with the dumpster.

     With only a slight flail, Spiderman threw himself out of the dumpster. He immediately dodged, avoiding a punch thrown in his direction. Bewildered, he shot a web at the attacker. It was a girl, whose arm was promptly stuck to a wall.

     "Stay right there!" Spiderman demanded. 

     "You fucking asshole!" She shouted in response, her voice muffled by her mask. 

      "Now there's TWO of you?" A man groaned, drawing a knife from his jacket. (It matched the one he had in his other hand.) Spiderman's suit beeped, his A.I.'s voice commenting on the situation.

     "Peter, be careful. I scanned the man, he has a criminal record." 

     Spiderman - Peter - shot a web at the guy's feet. "Karen, what about the girl?" He asked, turning to face her.

     "What girl, Peter?" 

     She was gone, only leaving singed webbing in her place.

    Peter spun in a circle, trying to find any trace of the girl. 

     "Karen, did you get a chance to scan her?" He asked, climbing to a nearby roof to get a better vantage point. 

     "I tried, Peter."

     "Tried?"

     "She was wearing a mask. All I could see were her eyes, but they were glowing too bright for me to get any kind of retina scan."

     Peter rolled onto the roof. He stood, making his way to the edge. 

     "So, she's gone. And we have no idea where." Peter sighed. His phone chimed, bringing up various blogs and media posts. 

     "Karen?" Peter asked, flicking through the posts. "What is all of this?"

     Peter's eyes settled on a photo - the girl had a glowing shield drawn before her, blocking bullets in an apparent Bronx shoot out. 

     "I reverse image searched the photos I managed to take of the girl with social media posts. Geotags are always around the Bronx and Hell's Kitchen."

     Peter swallowed hard. 

     "What's she called?"

     "Ultraviolet."

---

     Peter had left the criminal and called the police instead. He couldn't stop thinking about Ultraviolet, the powers she had, and who she might be. She worked in dangerous places - nearly all of the photos Karen had shown him were geotagged in the bad parts of town.

She was dangerous. It was Peter's duty as a hero to stop her.

---

     You flopped onto your bed, rolling about until you had sufficiently wiggled out of your pants. You stood to change into pajamas, listening intently for your father's footsteps. He was a busy man, and wasn't often awake after ten P.M.

     You checked the time on your phone. 2 A.M. You were safe.

     You were tired, and had school in the morning. You couldn't shake the feeling that you'd seen that Spiderkid somewhere before tonight. With a huff, you slid your private laptop out from under your nightstand to do some research.

---

     You regretted staying up so late when you woke at six the following morning. You hadn't gotten to bed until nearly four-thirty - you'd been distracted from your research for about an hour. You started out on a video clip of the Spiderkid on YouTube, which led to other viral video clips, and before you knew it, you were watching obviously fake ghost sightings.

     You dressed in dark jeans and a striped top. It was the exact same thing you'd worn yesterday afternoon, but you didn't have the energy to grab clothes that weren't on your floor. 

     Mondays sucked.

     You grabbed your backpack and left your bedroom, entering the open living room in the large apartment you called your home. Your dad was awake already, sipping at his steaming coffee. 

     "Ow," He hissed, taking another sip. "Ow!"

You chuckled. "Stop drinking it if it's so hot." You snarked playfully as you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

     "But I want to drink it." Dad whined in return. The two of you laughed. It was kind of sad, at least /you/ thought it was, that your dad was your best friend.

     Well, one of your two best friends. 

     "Are you meeting that boy again?" Dad asked. You rolled your eyes.

     "You know his name, he's been my best friend since eighth grade." 

     "I know. Are you meeting Peter for breakfast?" He asked. You nodded. "Yeah, he bought me lunch on Friday so I'm buying breakfast today."

     Dad hummed. 

     "Well, you should leave soon if you're going to meet him somewhere."

     You scoffed. "It's barely 6:15, he won't be up for another thirty minutes."

---

     Peter didn't wake up for another hour.

     He muttered child-friendly curses as he yanked on the same clothes he wore yesterday, ignoring the wrinkles plaguing his sweater.

     Mondays sucked. 

     Peter grabbed his backpack and his wallet, entering the living room. He crawled over the couch, flopping onto it as he was too lazy to walk around. 

     "I was wondering when you'd wake up." May spoke from the tiny kitchen.

     "My alarm didn't set," Peter rubbed his face with his sweater sleeves. "And I was supposed to meet (Y/N) early for breakfast."

     "She came by. She said she'd wait for you in the lobby, if you ever woke up."

     Peter groaned, rolling off the couch to head to the lobby. Hopefully (Y/N) hadn't left yet. "I'll see you later, Aunt May!" He hollered over his shoulder.

     You were still in the lobby. 

     "How long have you been here?" Peter asked, bumping shoulders with you as the both of you left the building. 

     "Only ten minutes. I took my time because you didn't send me a good morning Snap." You smirked.

     "Aw, fudge." Peter's shoulders slumped. 

     "What?"

     "I left my phone in the apartment."

---

The two of you stopped at a cafe and grabbed breakfast to go, eating as you walked and talking while you ate. 

     "So," Peter coughed, choking on his breakfast. "You didn't get much sleep either?" 

     You shook your head. "No, I had more research to do for my English assignment." You lied. 

     The school gates were still open, despite it being ten minutes past the tardy bell. 

     "Are you sure you're okay with being late?" Peter felt bad about making you late. 

     "Yeah. If they make a fuss about it, I'll send Dad after them. He'll therapy them until the tardy is gone."

     Peter chuckled.

     "Did you just use 'therapy' as a verb?"

     "Shut up, Parker."

     You both entered the school, unaware that you'd spent part of the night together. 

---

Additional A/N: This looks so weird on Tumblr! It’s also a fairly old chapter, and my writing has already improved so much since this that it’s almost cringy, haha. Seeing as this is my first post on here but I’m already on chapter 6 on Quotev, I’ll be posting ch. 1-5 tonight. If you see this and want to be on a tag list, send me a message and I’ll make a list for next time. <3

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DYNAMITE SIGNS WRITER FRED VAN LENTE AND ARTIST BOB Q FOR NEW GREEN HORNET ’66 MEETS THE SPIRIT SERIES

Dynamite Entertainment is proud to announce that classic television’s incarnation of The Green Hornet is set to make his return with an unexpected new partner in the pulp character’s latest cross-over miniseries, The Green Hornet ’66 Meets The Spirit, featuring revered comic writer/artist Will Eisner’s famous two-fisted crimefighter. Written by Fred Van Lente (Archer & Armstrong, Cowboys and Aliens), with art by Bob Q (Kings Quest), The Green Hornet ’66 Meets The Spirit #1 arrives in stores this July!

The Green Hornet is back and on the case! With his aide Kato and their rolling arsenal, The Black Beauty, by his side, The Green Hornet is ready to face the toughest of challenges! On police records a wanted criminal, The Green Hornet is secretly Britt Reid, owner/publisher of The Daily Sentinel. Reid and Kato have traveled to Central City to participate in the futuristic World’s Fair, and to get the skinny on the new and potentially dangerous “Newspaper of Tomorrow“, a device capable of predicting headlines before events happen.

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Writer Fred Van Lente says, “I’m very excited to link these two iconic characters. The Spirit has been a favorite of mine since I was a kid, and the opportunity to pair Will Eisner’s legendary creation with a character that has an actual year in its name allowed me to age The Spirit cast fourteen years forward. In our world, the Spirit hasn’t been seen since 1952 (the year the strip ended) but suddenly this new guy has appeared in the mask and hat — one who will look pretty familiar to longtime fans. Who is this guy, and why has he returned? This is the mystery Green Hornet and Kato must solve.”

Fred Van Lente is the #1 New York Times bestselling, award-winning writer of comics like Dynamite’s The Mocking Dead and Magnus: Robot Fighter, Archer & Armstrong (Harvey Award nominee, Best Series), Action Philosophers! (American Library Association Best Graphic Novel for Teens), and Cowboys & Aliens (with Andrew Foley), the basis for the feature film.

Artist Bob Q says, “I’m incredibly excited to be working with Fred Van Lente who has written a script that’s fun all the way through. Artistically, my plan is to capture that spirit as best I can with a series of ham-handed pencil and brush strokes. What I’m really striving for, though, is to shake up masked-vigilante fashion. It’s time to trade in spandex onesies, capes, and pouched belts and get back to some nicely tailored suits and fedoras. If you’re going to fight crime, do it with some class.”

“The Green Hornet and Will Eisner’s The Spirit have been incredibly successful properties for us, thanks to these characters’ dedicated and eternal fan base,” says Nick Barrucci, Dynamite CEO and Publisher. “We’re thrilled that after many decades in print, the characters are still able to resonate with fans – both old and new – across the globe, and now courtesy of a titanic team-up of their trademark trench coats!”

The debut issue of The Green Hornet ’66 Meets the Spirit features a wide selection of cover variants, providing fans and retailers with the freedom of choice! The cover artwork features the talents of the award-winning husband and wife team, Mike and Laura Allred (Batman ’66, X-Force, iZombie), Ty Templeton (Batman 66, The Simpsons) and Javier Pulido (The Amazing Spiderman, Robin: Year One), respectively. Limited variant editions in “Black & White” and “Virgin Art” formats are also available as retailer incentives for comic shops that support the launch issue by achieving stocking thresholds.

The Green Hornet ’66 Meets the Spirit #1 will be solicited in Diamond Comic Distributors’ May 2017 Previews catalog, the premier source of merchandise for the comic book specialty market, and slated for release in July. Comic book fans are encouraged to reserve copies with their local comic book retailers. The Green Hornet ’66 Meets the Spirit #1 will also be available for individual customer purchase through digital platforms courtesy of Comixology, Dynamite Digital, iVerse, and Dark Horse Digital.

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DYNAMITE SIGNS WRITER FRED VAN LENTE AND ARTIST BOB Q FOR NEW GREEN HORNET ’66 MEETS THE SPIRIT SERIES

Dynamite Entertainment is proud to announce that classic television’s incarnation of The Green Hornet is set to make his return with an unexpected new partner in the pulp character’s latest cross-over miniseries, The Green Hornet ’66 Meets The Spirit, featuring revered comic writer/artist Will Eisner’s famous two-fisted crimefighter. Written by Fred Van Lente (Archer & Armstrong, Cowboys and Aliens), with art by Bob Q (Kings Quest), The Green Hornet ’66 Meets The Spirit #1 arrives in stores this July!

The Green Hornet is back and on the case! With his aide Kato and their rolling arsenal, The Black Beauty, by his side, The Green Hornet is ready to face the toughest of challenges! On police records a wanted criminal, The Green Hornet is secretly Britt Reid, owner/publisher of The Daily Sentinel. Reid and Kato have traveled to Central City to participate in the futuristic World’s Fair, and to get the skinny on the new and potentially dangerous “Newspaper of Tomorrow“, a device capable of predicting headlines before events happen.

#gallery-0-4 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-4 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 14%; } #gallery-0-4 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-4 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

Writer Fred Van Lente says, “I’m very excited to link these two iconic characters. The Spirit has been a favorite of mine since I was a kid, and the opportunity to pair Will Eisner’s legendary creation with a character that has an actual year in its name allowed me to age The Spirit cast fourteen years forward. In our world, the Spirit hasn’t been seen since 1952 (the year the strip ended) but suddenly this new guy has appeared in the mask and hat — one who will look pretty familiar to longtime fans. Who is this guy, and why has he returned? This is the mystery Green Hornet and Kato must solve.”

Fred Van Lente is the #1 New York Times bestselling, award-winning writer of comics like Dynamite’s The Mocking Dead and Magnus: Robot Fighter, Archer & Armstrong (Harvey Award nominee, Best Series), Action Philosophers! (American Library Association Best Graphic Novel for Teens), and Cowboys & Aliens (with Andrew Foley), the basis for the feature film.

Artist Bob Q says, “I’m incredibly excited to be working with Fred Van Lente who has written a script that’s fun all the way through. Artistically, my plan is to capture that spirit as best I can with a series of ham-handed pencil and brush strokes. What I’m really striving for, though, is to shake up masked-vigilante fashion. It’s time to trade in spandex onesies, capes, and pouched belts and get back to some nicely tailored suits and fedoras. If you’re going to fight crime, do it with some class.”

“The Green Hornet and Will Eisner’s The Spirit have been incredibly successful properties for us, thanks to these characters’ dedicated and eternal fan base,” says Nick Barrucci, Dynamite CEO and Publisher. “We’re thrilled that after many decades in print, the characters are still able to resonate with fans – both old and new – across the globe, and now courtesy of a titanic team-up of their trademark trench coats!”

The debut issue of The Green Hornet ’66 Meets the Spirit features a wide selection of cover variants, providing fans and retailers with the freedom of choice! The cover artwork features the talents of the award-winning husband and wife team, Mike and Laura Allred (Batman ’66, X-Force, iZombie), Ty Templeton (Batman 66, The Simpsons) and Javier Pulido (The Amazing Spiderman, Robin: Year One), respectively. Limited variant editions in “Black & White” and “Virgin Art” formats are also available as retailer incentives for comic shops that support the launch issue by achieving stocking thresholds.

The Green Hornet ’66 Meets the Spirit #1 will be solicited in Diamond Comic Distributors’ May 2017 Previews catalog, the premier source of merchandise for the comic book specialty market, and slated for release in July. Comic book fans are encouraged to reserve copies with their local comic book retailers. The Green Hornet ’66 Meets the Spirit #1 will also be available for individual customer purchase through digital platforms courtesy of Comixology, Dynamite Digital, iVerse, and Dark Horse Digital.

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