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Threadmarks: Chapter 39: The Bonds That Tie Us, Part 2
Disclaimer: This story is not, has not, and never will be written with AI.
She eyed me from across the rooftop, the yellow tint of her mask's lenses distorting her features ever so softly in the evening light. I hadn't expected Felicia to actually show up. Part of me was hopeful, sure, but...
Threadmarks: Chapter 38: The Bonds That Tie Us, Part 1
Disclaimer: This story is not, has not, and never will be written with AI.
No amount of thinking could prepare me for tonight. My talk with MJ last night had given me a small reprieve from the thought of meeting with Felicia — to see if she accepted my offer to work together.
Oh, I'm good at...
DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS NOT, HAS NOT, AND NEVER WILL BE WRITTEN WITH AI.
By the time the final bell rang, my head was pounding in a way that had nothing to do with concussions or near-misses with concrete. Fourth period bled into fifth, fifth into sixth, the rest of the school day smearing...
DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS NOT, HAS NOT, AND NEVER WILL BE WRITTEN WITH AI.
My head hurt as I walked into school just in time for fourth period. Hopefully, with a bit of luck there wasn't any footage floating around of me fighting the Red Vulture. The last thing I wanted was for Ben to get wind...
DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS NOT, HAS NOT, AND NEVER WILL BE WRITTEN WITH AI.
Earlier that morning…
A few hours before the break-in at the Osborn Penthouse, Ben Parker stood outside the Daily Bugle and took a moment to steady himself.
The building hadn't changed much. Same brick exterior...
The vibe inside Oscorp Tower is different from the moment I step into the lobby. It's subtle—nothing dramatic like alarms or guards sprinting around—but it's there all the same, humming under the polished marble and glass like a live wire someone forgot to insulate. Conversations dip when I...
"Felicia, you need to go!"
The words replayed in her head like a stuck record, skipping at the worst possible moment. Over and over. Loud enough that she almost missed the part where she made the decision—the stupid one—to turn back.
She could have been gone. She should have been gone. The USB...
Threadmarks: Chapter 32: When Along Came a Black Cat
The web line goes taut, making my heart stop with it. Every bit of sense in my body is screaming at me that this is a horrible idea. I should have tested it—made sure it could hold my weight. Normally, I'd be careful, methodical. But careful is a luxury I don't have right now.
The Spider-Sense...
That makes me happy to hear. I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far. I'm working on the next chapter currently, so Chapter 32 shouldn't be too long to be released.
The worst part about everything running through my head right now? I'm thinking clearly. There's no hesitation, no second-guessing — I meant what I said to Norman. I want to kill Vulture. I want to kill the bastard, tear him apart until all that's left of him is paste and feathers on the...
Coming to a rest at the base of a light pole is a bald man in his thirties clad in welder goggles that have been clearly altered; he's adorned in a black armored outfit with various shades of dark green, and a large backpack with tubes coming to gauntlets on his arms. Hell, he looks familiar...
The rest of the school day felt like a blur, thankfully. If it had been any slower, I might have taken a leap out of the second story window. Granted, it wouldn't have done much with my powers… but damn if it wouldn't have gotten the message across. I blame Family Guy and American Dad for my...
AN: Super short chapter. Next chapter should be within a couple days.
Felicia hated the silence.
The safehouse had always felt small, but tonight it felt like a shoebox someone forgot to poke air holes into. Every creak of the pipes, every faint hum of the city bleeding through the...