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"That's a drink. You're actually getting worse at lying the more you talk." "Oz." "Oscar. Your fake dead cat's name was Oscar. Ultron wanted to kill the Avengers, big difference." How does she not know this? "I've never seen The Avengers." I slammed on the brakes and gave her a look of complete and utter horror, "Get out of the truck." Fallon grabbed the door handle and let out a little scream. "What's wr-wrong with you?"

Almost every type of toy. They obviously weren't lacking when it came to things to play with. I should've thought of another present to bring them. “Did your mom get you all these?” I asked. “Some of them,” Liam replied, picking out a Spider-Man. “But Uncle Faano got us lots of it too.” I stiffened. I didn't need an explanation to know that Faano was an affectionate name for Stefano. Liam kept talking. “Uncle Faano even got us a PS5! Do you know how to play?”

Josh POV The elves woke us at dawn and the frustration that had been flowing through me yesterday returned, along with a new feeling of dread and resignation. We thanked Chieftain Wallace and Elder Myles, and now Allie and Mulberry were crying and hugging. Mulberry had brought along Spidey, and I noticed that there were plenty of elves who were equally wary of Spidey as I was, which satisfied me. Despite what the girls thought, I wasn’t a sook for being terrified of a giant fucking spider–it was just common sense to be scared of him.

"And I think you're in the way." Ethan's mind reeled as he processed the information. Organized crime? James Parker? It couldn't be true. But as he looked at Marcus, he knew that his friend was telling the truth. Marcus had always been a straight shooter, and Ethan trusted him with his life. "What are we going to do?" Ethan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Marcus's eyes locked on his, a determined glint in their depths. "We're going to take them down," he said. "Together."

"Now, actually, ask me the question." "Right, okay," He caught his breath. "You're familiar with Marvel, right?" "Hell, yeah, I am!" I hated that I was beginning to lose composure, and the little voice in my head that told me whenever I had begun to lose composure had vanished. "Which of the three Spider-men is your favorite?" He asked as he squinted, leaning back against the chair. "And you can only pick one. Let's say, there's a fire, and you can save just one of them. Who's it going to be?"

“Ready?” “Yeah, but we gotta get goin. I got the new Spider-Man comic from the Pharmacy the other day. The one where he fights Sandman for the first time? I wanna read that before we cut fatso Wilkins’ yard . . . ” *** before we cut fatso Wilkins’ yard . . .

I was even capable of utilizing the sand around them to deal with its opponent. Out of the magic spells, thrown to the sandman, it was Audrey's water spell that successfully defeated it. As soon as a water attribute spell land on its body, the sandman congeals before it started to fall apart. It crumbled into a pile of yellow sand on the ground! Since they were fighting with a sandman, Audrey thought that the best way to counter it is water. 'This is how spider man defeated sandman before in the movie. When sandman got too wet, he congeals and falls apart into pieces'

The Spider Bone Demon, with a body as big as a round table, spread its eight legs and grew even more gigantic. Each leg was as sharp as a scythe. Poof! The white spider silk it spewed was almost like a high-pressure fire-extinguishing water gun. Zendaya initially intended to take the opportunity to kill the spider after imprisoning it. Still, the trap was instantly breached, and a large ball of spider silk spewed in, instantly hitting her body and trapping her on the ground.

Scorpion glanced at him briefly, then returned his eyes to the road. At a red light, Spider reached into his pocket and pulled out the dead man’s wallet. He flipped it open methodically. An ID card slid halfway out. He frowned and pulled it fully free, studying it under the dim dashboard light. “Ex-military,” he muttered. Scorpion turned his head slightly. “You sure?” Spider nodded. “Special forces. Discharged two years ago. Clean record on paper.” Sarah stiffened in the back seat. Her fingers tightened around the edge of her seat as the implications sank in.