Marvel Stans Novels & Stories

“I assume you’re going to tell me regardless.” “Mr. Stan is finally stepping down! His health has taken a turn, and the board has decided it’s time for one of his sons to take over. The eldest, Edward Stan, is coming back from abroad. He’s been gone for nearly ten years. No one really knows much about him — he’s like a ghost. Mysterious, wealthy, and apparently ridiculously handsome according to the rumors.” Joy leaned forward, lowering her voice dramatically. “I can’t wait to see him. Imagine — a powerful, brooding billionaire walking through these halls. Maybe he’ll shake things up around here.”

Leonel sat still, fingers tapping slowly on the desk surface. Tok! Tok! Tok! “Sir, it’s Eric and Marvel,” came the voice outside. “Come in,” Leonel replied. Eric entered first, his movements precise and disciplined, followed by Marvel—a muscular man in a sharp dark suit, though his brutal aura couldn’t be masked by his polished appearance. “Mr. L,” Marvel greeted with a short nod. Though they had worked together for years, Marvel knew the boundaries. In the public eye, Leonel was a successful businessman from the Clovies family. But in the underground world, the name Mr. L was legend—a name that sent people spiraling into fear.

He signaled his soldiers to drop their weapons so he could have a good conversation with his enemy. "Nature wants to do me a favor by bringing him down here; he doesn't know what he did to me. After all he did, he has the guts to come to my borders. I will make sure you pay for what you did, Alpha Cornelius, and trust me, the news of your death would be pleasant music to my ears," Stanley said to himself as he held onto the tube behind his back. "I'm here for Martha; she's within your lands, so just head back, find her, and bring her to me, and I can be on my way," he ordered as Stanley approached him, wearing a smile on his face.

It was Stan, my friend from the UN. Last night, I had used Riven’s phone while he was snoring to send an encrypted message. Stan was one of the few people I still trusted. He had been my handler for a few missions, and he always kept his word. Also, he was the one I kept all my valuables with since I couldn't take them to Silverfangs with me. Stan’s face lit up when he saw us. "Sky! You crazy kid. I thought for sure you were a goner this time."

Shaking my head, I marched around him and up the stairs. "If it helps, it did look like spiderman butting heads with the eternal-deviant warlord, Thanos.” immy shouted behind my back, driving my heart to sink even lower. I swung around to see whether he meant what he said, but all he did was wink and grin. “And if Marvel has taught us anything, is that the odds of the impossible to happen are only one in a billion, isn't that, right?"

"Said Harry Osborn, seeing Peter Parker from a distance. Harry Osborn, the only son of Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Group, and the sole heir of Osborn Group. Harry has stood at the top of human society since he was born, becoming the most elite group of people. Harry, however, was easy-going and, I should say, successful in his upbringing. "Hey, Harry, that was fun. Too bad you weren't there. Jason and I went all over the place. The National Memorial also has a uniform worn by Captain Steve Rogers with bullet holes in it! I can't believe he didn't get killed." "Said Peter, addressing Harry. "Wow, cool!" "Said Harry, beaming.

With that, he brought in more people—Marco and Ven, his friends from the orphanage. Stan had been the last to join, but he had a strong reason for wanting to take down Marchetti Corporation—not just the company, but King himself. At least, that was his initial goal. But after recent events, his thirst for vengeance had shifted toward King’s father instead. He would take any opportunity to destroy that man. And now, Kane is their leader. Their master. Their boss. Their frontman in this war. And Stan will do anything to support his master, whom he considers a friend—someone who took him in and gave him a decent life he never thought he could have.

Stark said. "Don't mention it." I replied. "I will be here again with the papers by tomorrow." Stark said. "I will be waiting." I replied. "Okay, goodbye for now." Stark said and left. Marvin appeared before me in a puff of smoke. At least that's what I think it is. "Well done Luna. You did great." Marvin said. "If only you weren't speaking in my head. Just maybe I wouldn't look so stupid in front of Stark." I replied.

I said calmly as I sat back down, “is only the beginning. Don’t forget that. We still have much to do.” Maria nodded eagerly, taking another sip. “Of course, Dad. But even strategists deserve to celebrate small victories.” She burst into laughter. “Did you see Hannah’s face?” Stiles joined in, his laughter coarse. “She looked like all the blood drained out of her body. Even the great Adam Kraven didn’t see it coming.” Maria turned to me, admiration glowing in her eyes. “Dad,” she said sincerely, “I don’t know how your mind works, but you’re a genius.”

But I had to get the fuck out of that place. "Oh, ok, no problem," Stan said as he simultaneously stared at and backed away from the tip of the weapon. "I’ll just… go help out Mr. Marino. I never saw you, okay? Does that work for you?" "Works for me," I told him, and I gave him what I can only assume by his reaction, was a slightly maniacal grin. "Get lost. I never saw you."