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He kept Alex hard, kept him dripping, a constant state of arousal that mingled with the pain until they were one and the same. When Spider finished the last letter, he wiped the area with a cool, damp cloth. The skin was red, angry, and beautifully marked. "Property of 47892" was now permanently etched onto Alex's lower back, a bold declaration in elegant script that would be impossible to hide if he wore low-rise jeans or bent over. "Good," Marcus said, his voice thick with satisfaction. He dismissed Spider with a nod. The man packed up his equipment and left without a word.

At that moment, a towering iron-armored spider over six meters tall crashed through the gate, appearing before everyone's eyes. Its eight metallic limbs pierced the ground like sharp spears. Mounted on its abdomen was an oversized crossbow, glowing red-hot from its previous barrage, exuding terrifying energy.

Coffee spills over the edge sizzling as it meets the surface. “Tell her Daddy isn’t afraid " I state. "Tell her Daddy’s terrified and that’s exactly why he will come out on top.” Rosa gives a nod as if that’s the sole response that fits. Upstairs, the floorboards creak. Light footsteps. Bare feet on wood. Isla. We both stand still. At the foot of the stairs she shows up wearing her Spider-Man pajamas, hair tousled into a halo holding the stuffed bodega cat that Marco crafted for her. Tonight her eyes seem mature, for her youthful face.

I pop the 'p' "But before you go searching for him, I need your help. A really enormous spider just crawled under my bed right now—" I hear the shriek first before Chocolate crawls out of my bed, his face twisted in pure horror as he dusts out the phantom spider from his body, doing a small dance while he does so, though he stops he sees the look on my face, his making a sad one "No fair"

I allow myself a momentary relaxation, leaning against an oak tree for support. His eyes briefly meet mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He runs his fingers through his dark brown hair, which he has chosen to keep its natural shade, eschewing his usual lighter locks. At present, he sports Thor-themed camping socks and even has Spider-Man figures drawn by Blanca adorning his Timberland boots. It's his way of proudly proclaiming his love for his father to both the paparazzi seeking lucrative shots and anyone who cares to pay attention.

Curtis crooned, falling right into it. “I never told you who Spider really is…” I started. “It wasn’t my tale to tell. It still isn’t now, but..” I bit my bottom lip. “He’s a Kastellanos. His real name is Adrian Kastellanos and the man you found is his uncle Nikov.” “Uncle?”

Dad laughs. I grab some black jeans and under garments. When I open the Nike box, I am utterly shocked. These custom spiderman air force ones are everything I needed. I pull the shirt out of the box, and I am so giddy. It is a characteristic version of me and Onyx in spiderman suits. The back of the shirt says, “Spider gang” and has all of the families’ names on the back. I quickly get the shirt on and head out to the backyard where the party is in full swing.

It fit perfectly. “Perfect fit,” I said. He turned his wrist, inspecting it, “Thank you, Jay.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled, feeling warm all over. “Wait… I got other stuff too.” He arched his brow. “Oh?” I reached into one of the other bags and pulled out the crocs, “For both of us too.” He took it without speaking, eyes never leaving mine. “Another one,” I announced as I pulled out a hoodie. Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back.

It wasn't at the same level as but it was close enough. Shadow Arachne then dived out of the tree and landed on the back of the poisonous scorpion, just out of reach of its claws. Following its landing, Shadow Arachne once again spat out a glob of spider silk. This time, it was just ordinary spider silk which was then used to bind the joints of the poisonous scorpion's claws while reeling it in. If a picture was taken of this moment, many viewers would find it funny as it would depict a half meter tall spider riding on the back of a five-meter tall scorpion and is manipulating it like a puppet.

"You okay? You look pale." "Just tired. Long week." I forced a smile. "Let's go find Vanessa." The penthouse had been transformed into a superhero wonderland. Spider-Man decorations covered every surface. A massive balloon arch framed the entrance to the living room. Tables were laden with themed snacks…"web fluid" juice boxes, "power-up" pizza bites, cookies decorated like masks. And in the middle of it all, wearing a full Spider-Man costume complete with mask pushed up on his head, was Liam.