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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.

Spider wanted the big devil, and he was willing to do anything. He would make the big devil go crazy. Spider poured a glass of wine, secretly adding in a pill. He drugged the wine, steered it and handed it to Royalty. It was the second time he was drugging him. One more time_Spider grinned. And boom! The ruthless Zeus would return. Royalty accepted the wine. He gulped it all in one go, dropped the cup and demanded more. Spider smirked, filling up his glass again. " You shouldn't drink so much Zeus. Your wife might think I took you to a whore house. "

When he came back he had candy and popcorn and drinks for all of us squeezed into his arms. I grabbed some from him to make it easier as he sat back down. Ivy and Lex had chosen the very front but being this short I couldn’t really see them beside a little bit of Lex head poking out from the top of the seat. The lights turned low and the surrounding sound picked up loudly as the movie began, I think all of the guys decided to skip everything in order and watch one called spider man, there was some green goblin man in it. This young guy turned into a human soider and shot webs, it truly was crazy, I didn’t like spiders at all.

He looks scary, he has a spider tattoo on his head, and I swear to God, he looks like a serial killer from a horror movie. “Hi, Miss Quinn. I am Spider, your bodyguard ma'am”, he says in a thick Irish accent. I smile at him, realising it is the first time someone has called me by my married name. It will get some time to get used to it. I think. I don’t know.

“How can doubt take away a genetic ability? And it’s not just that one, all Spider-man movies are terrible. He’s supposed to be a wisecracking teenager, but they always make him this miserable emo jerk with girl problems. Nobody cares about Mary-fucking-Jane.” This was possibly the most inappropriate place for one of Maurice’s movie critiques, but it wasn’t like we had anything else to do as we stumbled around in the dark. “He can’t be wisecracking all the time,” I said. “Yeah, but they give him a couple of funny lines at the start and never again. Have you seen Spider-man 3? Once they go down the emo route, there’s no way to recover. Forget it. Downhill all the way. It would take a miracle

He shrugged his shoulders before saying, "Well, I've been into Marvel since I was young; I still remember my favorite Marvel hero was Spider-Man." I reached for the remote and started picking out some Marvel movies displayed on the screen. As a die-hard Marvel fan, I couldn't resist the opportunity to indulge in a marathon of superhero adventures. I glanced at him, still wearing a wide grin. His mesmerizing eyes gazed into mine, radiating an undeniable intensity. As he leaned in closer, his voice, filled with allure, whispered in my ear, "What about we watch Avengers: Endgame?"

She started talking about the The Black Panther movies, Captain America Winter Soldier, and ShangChi and Legend of the Ten Rings was much better. “It absolutely is,” I say. “Sony made it,” she counters. “Spider-Man is Marvel.” “Multiverse bias,” she shoots back. We’re both laughing when the appetizers arrive and I realize we’ve been debating for fifteen minutes straight. I order fish and grits without even looking at the menu again. She switches a little to fried catfish with mac and cheese and greens after raising an eyebrow at my choice. “Copying me already?” I tease. “Upgrading,” she says.

He stumbled on a boy who was so drunk and worn out. "Hey boss.. " The boy said, staggering on the stairs " What is this spider? I was thinking of sending you to the safehouse and here you're looking so wasted, get the fuck out!" He yelled " I'm Sorry boss, but come off it, We won it big today, we need to celebrate," Spider said as he let out a chuckle "I'll celebrate after all work is done, " he said, trying to walk away "How about we hit campus tomorrow and get some chicks for a steamy night tomorrow?" Spider asked

Jeff scanned their faces. “Jeff.” Kevin made his way to his son’s side and viewed the lifeless bodies. “What have you done?” While his father spoke from what seemed like miles away, Jeff replayed Mr. Drake’s final word. He hadn’t understood at first but was now transported back to the teacher’s lecture: ‘Many spiders have spinnerets that aid in putting out silk for their webs.’ Everything came into focus like someone adjusted the ring on a pair of binoculars. He met his father’s eyes. “You should run.”

“The time we’ve wasted and lost.” “But then you showed up here two days ago, at long fucking last,” Spider said. “When you stormed in like some lovesick teenaged Romeo and said that you loved her, I was ready to dance on the goddamn tables, I swear. I pretended to not know you, but I let you stay here and hang out. I pushed her to talk to you, and I promised myself that if you two sorted it out between you, I’d finally tell you about the gun. And now I have.”