Spider-man: Into The Spider-verse Uncle Novels & Stories

I stared at his face again, mind scrambling, trying to place why he looked familiar. Then recognition slammed into me. No. He is Adrian Shepard, Jason’s uncle! A chill ran down my spine so fast I actually shivered. Sure, he was the kind of man women wanted, and men wanted to be. At 19, he’d dropped out of college, gone to Europe, and built a tech empire. But he is not the kind of man who will take my joke of him being a prostitute lightly. Jason called him ruthless—the way he crushed competitors and drove companies into bankruptcy. He was no angel. He was a storm.

“I thought you said that was all your toys? What spiderman are you talking about again?” “It's my spiderman, mommy. The one aunt Rebecca gave to me last summer. I need to find it”. He pleaded, his eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping his mouth. “But we don't have time. We need to go to Aunt Valerie's place now. What's so special about your spiderman anyways? I can get you another one at the mall on her way out, Scott. “No mom. I don't want another one. I want my spiderman. I want Carl back.”

We turn and see that Maddie is entering the room and stops dead, looking between Peter and Parker. Parker hangs his head to the side, crouches down, and crawls. He comes to her and says, “meow.” Maddie opens her eyes wide and says, “Wow! I think I saw a cute kitten!” We all laugh at the same time. She walks up to Parker and says, “Are you my uncle?” He tells her, “I am whatever you want me to be, darling.” I see how she frowns, looking between Peter and Parker with her arms crossed. I hang my head to the side and say, “Is something wrong, baby?”

Adhara, don't say that. "I have to say it, one thing I learned from the few superhero movies I know is that they have to act fairly. Parker, the Spider-Man character, didn't stop a mugger because that wasn't his problem and it was that man who minutes later, murdered his uncle for stealing a car from him or something.

Then I see the Spider-Man costume—full mask, web-shooters, the works—and reality comes flooding back. "Jesus, Dax, what time is it?" I groan, squinting at the clock. 7:47 AM. Way too fucking early. "It's costume day AND parent's day!" He does a backflip off the bed—okay, more like a flop, but A for effort—and strikes a superhero pose. "Where's Uncle Luke?" "Probably in his room," I mutter, dragging myself out of bed like a zombie who's given up on life. "Go brush your teeth while I get him."

His physical appearance should not be underestimated. His face appeared to have been carved by a divine sculptor. So this is how peaceful he looks when he is unconscious. I couldn't help but admire him just as much as when we first met when we were kids, but I dismissed it right away. He is still human, no matter how stunning he is! "Alonzo! Come here, the mortal is about to die!" mother exclaimed as she noticed uncle Alonzo in the water portal. Uncle didn't even say anything before vanishing through the portal. Our clothes were slightly blown away by the sudden gust of wind as uncle entered the room.

“I just… I just wanted to be with her…” he whispered. “My uncle… he… he promised me I’d be her hero if I could just keep her safe from the rogue attack…” “Your uncle?” I asked. “Who the fuck is your uncle??” “Beta Ron,” Spencer stammered, the information spilling out of him like a broken faucet. “Alpha Levi’s Beta… he’s my uncle. He told me that if I wanted Judy, then I had to do what they said…so I did…I got her away from the pack just before the attack… I kept her safe…”

Angelica Things just kept getting more interesting. We all knew Uncle Nikov—or the man pretending to be him—was too young to be Spider’s grandfather and too old to be his nephew, half-brother or grandson. There was only one possible relationship between them. Spider was running himself crazy trying to figure it out. “Since when do I have an uncle? Why did he pretend to be Papa? What’s he gaining here?”

And just like that, Tod was ushered into Benjamin’s luxury car. His heart hammered. Usually he only played around, never bothering to ask Mark about the Schmidt family’s connections. Now what? Too late. He’d just have to improvise. While the three men chatted, Tod quickly texted the siblings’ group chat: [Very lucky. Got scooped up by Mark’s dad.] Mark: [?] Tod: [Bro, who are the two uncles with your dad?] Mark: [The cold one’s Uncle Spader. The sloppy one’s Uncle Howard. But usually I don’t bother with them.]

"Sofia. Daddy is here. Can you talk to your mom for me? Tell her not to do this. I do not want a divorce." Leonardo thought Sofia would soften. Sofia used to be the one who ran to Leonardo every time Leonardo came home, wrapping her arms around Leonardo's legs, calling "Daddy" over and over. But this time, Sofia just stepped half a pace behind me. Quietly, Sofia said, "Uncle Leonardo, you should go take care of your other kid. Do not bother me and my mom anymore." Leonardo went rigid. Leonardo's hand hung in the air. "Sofia, I am your daddy. Why are you calling me uncle?"