Stories Focussed On Spider-Man

Strings

As per usual, Spider-Man was panicking. Yep, he was in a pickle. He paused his pickledom to shudder at the thought of a Spider-Man flavored pickle.

You see, it all started when aliens invaded. That's right, aliens. Aliens: the classic scapegoat for any lowly fanfiction writer running out of villains - according to Kamala Khan, at least.

These particular aliens were very, very scary. Oooo! Scary! In fact, they had Spider-Man just quaking in his boots! So scary! They had really, really sharp teeth and really, really sharp fangs and really, really hard scaly exoskeletons. Ahh!

Fortunately, Spider-Man knew that he really just needed to handle crowd control and damage control until the Avengers came to lend a hand and save the day. Unfortunately, the Avengers were a little too preoccupied with some other stuff that some jerks laid on them.

Y'know? The Accords?

Yeah, Spider-Man hated those things, too. They always got in the way of things. Like, why'd they gotta be so rude? What's their damage? You feel?

Anyways, Spider-Man was out there absolutely annihilating his job at crowd and damage control. No one was dead, and no buildings had collapsed. He was already doing much better than the Avengers typically did, aside from the fact that he hadn't actually landed any hits. But, no one was counting, right?

Right?

Don't tell me that you've been counting!

Anyways, the reality of Spider-Man's dire situation came crashing down on him as he came crashing down onto a car. Yikes. "Hope that guy has car insurance," the vigilante mumbled out.

He cracked open an eye and took in the sight. He'd been holding them off for nearly half an hour with no sign of help showing up anytime soon. What was taking so long? He understood that they needed approval, but this was getting ridiculous! The world was facing a potential end! Which, was almost a normal Wednesday, but still!

"Okay, Spidey," he said to himself because he was just slightly insane, "looks like it's time to stop holding back." Hesitantly, he lifted his mask just above his mouth, letting his two elongated canines protrude in their fullest. "Nobody will judge if you save the day, right? This is gonna be fine... and probably a little weird."

Just like that, he jumped back into the chaos. He leapt onto the first alien he met, shredding it into pieces with his unhindered strength, leaving his suit splattered with their green gooey blood. He turned as he sensed another beast move to attack, and was just in time to sink his poisoned teeth in between the scales. Without time to think about how gross that was, he yanked the head from the rest of the body and flung it into a creature that had climbed a wall, successfully causing it to tumble down with a sickening crack. A monster pinned him down, saliva dripped from its rows upon rows of blade-like teeth. The hero roared as he kicked up and flipped the beast several blocks away.

He began to make his way through the city, dimly aware that people were filming when they weren't running, and that those who weren't watching were puking at the sight of the carnage he left in his wake. He really wanted to puke, too. Gosh, the whole 'fangs' thing was so gross.

Spider-Man's whole body tingled with anticipation of the next punch, the next kick, the next web, the next riiiip, or the next satisfying sinking feeling as his teeth crunched through their skin. He was alive with a power he'd never let himself feel before. Everything was his to rule. The aliens wanted to climb a wall? He could scale one ten times faster just to watch them break. The aliens used some tech to fly? His webbing was more than adequate to wreck havoc among their ranks. Chaos, carnage, and cruelty were the results of his twisted, animalistic dance.

Creature beats man. Man squashes spider. Spider destroys creature.

It was sick. It was beautiful. Spider-Man felt alive.

Just as quickly as the chaos began, it all came to an unsettling silence. Spider-Man was hunched on all fours in his usual pose, hovering over his last kill and panting for air. Green coated his mouth and laced around his fingers, like some new adornment on his suit. As soon as the vigilante regained his senses, he retracted his fangs and tugged his mask back down. He avoided the beady stares from both dead monsters and civilians alike as he swung up to the tower. It was time to find out what had held his sort-of coworkers up. He was so, so ticked.

It was dark and eerily quiet. "FRIDAY?" he questioned. Was FRIDAY even online?

"Yes, Spider-Man?"

"Where are they?" he growled out. "Aliens just freaking attacked New York, and none of the Avengers turned up!"

Concern seemed to coat the AI's voice. "Ross-"

"Got it," the wall-crawler spat. "That guy's a real menace. Don't worry, I'm going to go yell at him now."

"Thank you," the AI responded gratefully.

It took Spider-Man ten minutes to locate the culprit behind Grand Theft Hero. It took him two more to arrive at the office building. He slammed open the door took everything in. Bruce and Thor were obviously sedated while the rest had obviously taken some heavy hits and were tied to chairs. Ross was sitting at a desk, Zoom open, yet he had the audacity to be messing around on his phone.

"You're a real turd, you know that, Ross?" Spider-Man griped. "You know who hates going all-out in fights? Me. You know who had to pull out every card he's ever had up his sleeve to single-handedly stop an alien army? Also me. Explain why that is before one of my not-so hidden cards gets injected into your neck."

Ross smiled. "If you had just waited, I'm on call with those who can grant the Avengers clearance."

"Bull crap," Spider-Man scoffed. "You've been on you phone for well over half an hour. I can literally sense the heat it's emitting. Besides, if I had waited, New York would be in ruins. Have you even looked at the slaughterhouse outside? Because it's bad." The vigilante strutted up to Ross and heaved him up by the collar. "C'mon, I'll show you." He proceeded to walk the man over to a window. "See that one? With the intestines hanging out? It was half a second away from taking out a young family. And that one stuck to the wall? Almost got a kid walking home from school. If you had your way and had even me bound to the Accords, they'd all be dead. You'd probably be dead considering how close you were to the action!"

Ross frowned. "Look at this. You're a monster."

"I'm not the monster here."

A/N was in the mood to practice fight scenes, ended up with a shorter (but probably better) version of what I originally planned for this :)