Continuing his journey through the city, he paused on a rooftop, his masked gaze surveying the urban landscape. A subtle smile played on his lips as he reflected on the impact of his nocturnal endeavors. Suddenly, the rhythmic thud of approaching web-shooters echoed, and three figures landed on the same rooftop. Y/n released a heavy sigh, turning to face the trio poised for a confrontation.
Y/n POV
It's been two months since I slipped into this suit, embracing the responsibilities that came with the spider's bite with my own twist of course. Like clockwork, these three wannabes surface, attempting to halt my web-slinging escapades. Have they succeeded? Hell no. Have they been beaten? Without a doubt. And yet, here we are again. I'm growing sick and tired of this predictable routine.
The trio squared off, their eyes hidden behind familiar masks, a mockery of the identity I'd come to embrace. It's not that they're a challenge; it's the monotony that grates on my nerves. Another night, another rooftop, and here we are, ready to do the stupid shuffle.
I crack my knuckles, the sound echoing in the tense night air. Y/N: You guys really need a hobby, you know that? Beating you is getting old, but I guess you guys would never learn.
Gwen steps forward, cracking his knuckles in a poor attempt to intimidate.
Gwen: You won't be saying that when we're done with you.
I can't help but chuckle.
Y/N: Done with me? Please. The only thing you guys are good at is making me yawn.
And with that, the rooftop once again transforms into a chaotic battlefield. Webs fly, fists clash, and acrobatics define the night. As I weave through their attacks, the monotony of it all weighs on my shoulders. Another swing, another dodge, and I can't help but think.
Y/N: You know, we seriously need to stop meeting up like this.
Just as I uttered those words, my senses tingled, detecting the stealthy approach of the black spider behind me.
Miles: Oh, will you shut up?
Miles swung his fist towards my head, but I skillfully deflected it, seizing his hand and using the momentum to throw him hard to the ground. The skirmish continued, with me dodging attacks and counter attacking until the trio was temporarily incapacitated. Considering leaving, the white spider woman struggled to rise and confronted me with labored breath.
Gwen: You're... not... getting... away... with... this.
Despite her determination, I effortlessly dodged her attacks and landed a blow to her stomach, sending her flying back towards her fellow heroes.
Y/N: And that's why you should stay in the kitchen, you—.
I raised my finger in a mock gun gesture, aiming it at them.
Y/N: They're down for the count, Y/n. You could end them right here and now.
As I contemplated finishing the job, my phone interrupted with an incoming call.
Y/N: Shit. Y/N: It was fun tangling with you three, but I've got places to be. Later.
With that, I left the scene, landing in an area where the trio couldn't find me. Answering the call, I discovered it was from Stan.
Y/N: Hey, Stan, what's up?
Stan: Where are you, Y/n? It's already late.
Glancing at the time, I realized it was 8 pm.
Y/N: Sorry about that, Stan. I got caught up. I'll be home shortly.
Stan: Okay, kid. While you're at it, grab me some ice cream on the way back. I've been craving it for some reason.
Y/N: (chuckling) Sure, what flavor?
Stan: Rocky Road, and oh by the way we have company so be at your best okay kid. See you later.
Y/N: okay see you later
The call concluded, prompting me to seek privacy in an alley devoid of surveillance cameras. There, I swiftly changed into my everyday attire before heading to the nearest bodega to get the ice cream. Upon entering the living room, the atmosphere resonated with laughter, and the scent of cigar smoke hung in the air. Then I saw Stan sitting right next to a person that I dont know, then the two suddenly noticed my presence.
Stan: A Y/n come here.
I approached Stan, intrigued by the unfamiliar face beside him. The room fell momentarily silent as all eyes turned toward me.
Stan: Y/n, meet Malcolm. Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson.
Malcolm, an elderly gentleman who appeared to be Stan's contemporary, projected an aura of affluence evident in the luxurious fabrics draping him. Clad in exquisitely tailored suits, he emanated opulence and bespoke craftsmanship. As I extended my hand for a shake, I assessed the situation. Despite the well-defined wrinkles on his weathered face, Malcolm exuded an enduring elegance, hinting at a life steeped in diverse experiences. His neatly combed silver hair framed a countenance that bore witness to the richness of his journey through business and life. While fatigue appeared in his eyes, there was a sparkling wisdom that hinted at a profound understanding of the intricate tapestry of existence. Yet, beneath the layers of silk, a subtle sense of danger emanated from him. As our hands met in a firm shake, I endeavored to decipher the complexities of the moment.
Stan: This man here is an old buddy of mine. We go way back.
Malcolm: Pleasure to meet you, Y/n.
I managed a polite smile, appreciating the compliment while still uncertain about the reason behind this unexpected introduction.
Y/n: the pleasure is all mine sir. Ohh and by the way...
I then showed them the ice cream it was slowly melting
Y/n: I got the ice cream.
Stan: Perfect timing kid, I made some brownies... Please come and eat with us.
Y/n: sure thing Stan.
As we made our way to the dining area, the room filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked brownies. Stan's hideout had transformed into a table, and the atmosphere buzzed with a blend of excitement and mystery. We settled around a table laden with brownies and my partially melted ice cream. As we started to eat I asked Malcolm some questions.
Y/N: So how do you know my old man?
Malcolm: Well, I worked with him during the war... son.
Then I looked at Stan with a complete stun which he just gave me a nod with a smile.
Y/N: The war? I never knew my old man was involved in any wars. What exactly did he do?
Malcolm: Well we joined near the end of the war so we didn't get any action.
Stan: We worked in repairing telegraph poles and other communications equipment.
Y/n: is that so?
As the night
As the night wore on, Malcolm and Stan found themselves immersed in a nostalgic conversation, reminiscing about the good old days. Their laughter echoed through the room as they shared memories of their youth, swapping stories of adventures long past.
It was a revelation to see Stan in a new light. Throughout the evening, I discovered a side of Stan I had never seen before. It was as if a whole new perspective of him unfolded before my eyes, revealing depths of character and warmth that I had not fully appreciated until now.
As they continued to share anecdotes and anecdotes, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected glimpse into Stan's world. It was a night filled with laughter, camaraderie, and a newfound appreciation for the bond they shared.
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Funnel-Web (Y/N x Gwen Stacy)
ActionIf you want people to fall in line you have to instill fear in them. In this cruel world that I live in, only the strong lives and the weak die. But if you were given the chance of a lifetime, what would you do? Hi, my name is Y/N and sorry to say...
Chapter 7: Can I tell you a story... / 2nd Months
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