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...before he finally decided to hit the bed.
I hope it doesn't take long to meet my fat shee—people from the Agni clan, I can't wait to see them.
***
Johan had closed the store early and went to the meeting spot on the roof.
Why?
His room was too cramped. The storeroom was no place to meet...
Threadmarks: Chapter 26: The Vulture's Metamorphosis
Pain was the first thing the being known as the Vulture felt as he clawed his way back to consciousness. Not the sharp, immediate kind, but the slow-burning ache that lived inside the marrow, coiled deep where no scalpel or salve could reach. His wrists throbbed as chains dug into them, the...
So essentially you’re saying that our defence is “I’m just built different and my bureau is just like that so please dont look too deeply”
That’s hilarious and also somewhat concerning.
As much as I enjoyed that little training exercise from hell, the shower felt fantastic. Needing another pair of clothing aside, Norman's proven to be far more accommodating than I would have previously given him credit for. Beyond our scuffle in the hospital, there's not been much conflict...
"We need to come up with a way to give you adequate protection the next time you go into a fight," Norman sighed as I slipped my shirt back on from my follow-up examination the next day.
The light in Oscorp's medical bay was harsh—clinical and humming faintly overhead—its glare bouncing off...
ONE WEEK AFTER MAY PARKER'S DEATH
I woke up in a fog, the kind that presses down before you even open your eyes. Heavy. Suffocating. The ceiling swam into focus, but all I could smell was iron. My nose was clogged, raw, and the taste of blood lingered in the back of my throat. I grimaced...
It took a few days, but Felicia was able to figure out a way into the archive building Tinkerer had shown her. They weren't wasted though—hours of scoping the place out from rooftops, ducking into alleys when patrols doubled back, and even once pretending to be a pizza delivery girl just to...
ONE DAY AGO
Noise in the city was nothing new, but what Felicia wouldn't give right about now for some peace and quiet. Their annual hunting trips always gave her a reprieve from the incessant commotion of city life.
It was one of her favorite hobbies that she'd shared with her father...
"Norman, what the hell are you thinking?" Ben's voice carries through the doors as I'm pulling on a pair of sweatpants and the gray t-shirt the staff scrounged up for me.
"He's barely able to stand, and you want to take him out of the hospital?"
"It was his decision, Ben. We can't keep him...
ACT ONE: THE SPIDER AND THE CAT
Throughout the day, following my declaration to Ben that I was going to start donning a mask, people started trickling into my room to see how I was. Every time someone asked that question, it was nearly met with a sardonic laugh.
How was I?
Well, I just...
Threadmarks: Chapter 18: Comes Great Responsibility
MIDTOWN GENERAL
The fluorescent lights in the hospital lobby buzzed faintly above Harry's head, mixing with the low hum of the vending machines and the occasional squeak of over-waxed floors. It was a sterile kind of quiet, the kind that didn't offer peace—just space for worry to get louder...
The hospital didn't look like how MJ imagined it would.
Not that she spent a lot of time imagining hospitals, but still—there should've been more people. More yelling. More urgency. Maybe alarms blaring in the distance. But instead, everything was... quiet. Too quiet. Like the building itself...
Pain hit first—white-hot and total, blooming from somewhere behind my ribs and spreading like shrapnel through my chest. My body didn't feel like a body anymore. It felt like the aftermath of something—rubble and nerves and glass splinters embedded in meat. I couldn't tell where the ceiling...
I don't know where I'm going exactly, but I do know it's going to be off the street. If Ben is looking for me, I don't want to make it easy for him. So, I scale the building, and rest on a rooftop overlooking the river. I shouldn't have left like that. May's going to be upset with me over it...