New York City Spider Man Novels & Stories

Their grins were suggestive. The woman was tall and lovely. A cloth stifled her mouth, her hair was a mess, and parts of her clothes were torn. The cold night air made her shiver, and fear filled her wide eyes. Logan knew exactly what was happening. A sinister and cruel act was imminent if he stood by. One of the men, clad in a jacket, glared at Logan, growling, "Don't play the hero, Spider-Man." "Yeah, get lost!" his companions jeered.

Scarlett's POV “That was crazy,” Spencer said, kicking off his shoes. I wrapped my arms around myself, groaning as I turned up the heat. “New York is something truly out of a movie, because why the hell did we almost get mugged on a random ass Thursday?” He chuckled, undoing his buttons. “Welcome back to the big apple, little sis.” “I'm sorry about your wallet though, I'll get you a new one,” I said, plopping on the couch as I massaged my temples slowly.

Some resemble Tía Rosa when she assumes no one notices her sobbing in the shower. Everyone wants me to go downstairs. I quietly get out of bed my bare feet chilling on the floor. My Spider-Man pajamas are oversized (a hand-me-down from when Tío Marco was young). I enjoy how the pant legs trail, like a cape. I creep to the door. The hallway night-light glows red well. Everything is red this evening. The steps groan,. No one stirs. They feel exhausted. They have felt exhausted since the troublesome balloon arrived. I am aware of the balloon.

New York City. Queens. A Safehouse in a Basement Apartment. Two Weeks Later. Rainy Night. The neon sign of a laundromat flickered outside the grimy window. Inside, the room was small, smelling of takeout Chinese food and damp concrete. It was a far cry from the penthouses and palaces they were used to. Jack was polishing his sniper rifle on the kitchen table. He was wearing a "I Love NY" t-shirt that was two sizes too small. "I hate this city," Jack grumbled. "Too many people. No trees. And the rats here are bigger than the wolves in Alaska."

I freeze. The guard by the door shifts, eyeing us, one hand resting lazily on his belt. We dip our heads immediately, pretending to work. Prison ears are everywhere, especially when you don’t want them to be. When the guard looks away again, Manny leans closer. “Jordan… you should’ve gone. You may not ever see that preppy bastard again.” I snort quietly, bitter. “New York City ain’t that big.” He gives me a flat look. “It’s the most populated city in the country.”

Spider explained but my eyes were already on the file, my brows creasing together as I stared at one information to another Hazel Williams, twenty-eight years old, owns a boutique here in NYC. My hand dug into my scalp as I read her information one after the other, my eyes shifting to another ID of her that Spider must have gotten, she looked way older here with dark brown hair, cascading down her shoulder. She was not on glasses right here but you could tell it was the same person on the previous ID