Spider-man: Into The Spider-verse Uncle 소설 & 이야기

"Uncle Matt, yes, I will marry you." I lay on the hospital bed, phone pressed to my ear, my other hand limp at my side as my vacant eyes lingered on the bloodstained bandages around my wrist. How many times had I tried to end my life? I could no longer remember. All I knew was that whenever the waves of despair came crashing down, I felt no desire to keep on living. On the other end of the line, Matt Harlem corrected me, "Audrey, I am John's uncle, not yours. You should call me 'Matt.' Or, 'honey'."

“Don’t be too naive as a woman, Kimberly. You can be kind, but don’t be stupid.” “What do you mean?” Kimberly furrowed her brow, her gaze sharper at her husband’s uncle. Damian didn’t say much but suddenly grabbed Kimberly’s hand. He pulled his body close to hers. Kimberly was shocked when Damian hugged her tightly. “L–let me go, U–Uncle!” Kimberly hit the man’s muscular arm. “Call my name, Kim,” Damian whispered hoarsely in front of Kimberly. “Don’t be ridiculous, Uncle! Let me go! My husband might see!” Kimberly said firmly mixed with real panic.

"You touch a single component of this hub... and I’ll use my remaining arm to drop your chassis into the mantle myself." ​"Ah, General Vance's stray hound," the Uncle said, his slate-gray eyes shifting to Julian with an expression of mild, aristocratic distaste. "Still breathing, I see. A testament to the structural durability of the vanguard line, though your current vitals suggest you are operating on borrowed minutes. Do not exhaust yourself, boy. Your father's pod is the only reason I haven't ordered a unified seismic salvo to flatten this courtyard."

"I have been actively trying to put things in place, for the opening of my company here in Newyork. Uncle Luca has been putting me through a couple of things so far." "Ohhhh.... Like some sort of mentor?" "Exactly." I smiled at her. She threw a wink her husband's way, and I had no idea when my smile turned into a wide grin. "Honey, you're mentoring such a brain box." She commented, making my belly go warm in an awkward manner. I couldn't explain why or how, but this couple had a way of making me feel like a child. I wasn't sure if I hated, or dreaded the feeling. "Aren't I lucky?" Uncle Luca asked, playing along. "We would be down shortly." He assured, before leading me upstairs.

"If I go down, isn't that better for you? The illegitimate son, the scandal—if I look like a mess, you look like the victim." "Because you're my brother," Liam said. The word hung in the air. Marcus looked away. He looked at the bookshelf. First editions. Art books. A signed copy of a Frank Lloyd Wright monograph. "Uncle Marcus!" The shout came from the hallway. A missile in Spider-Man pajamas launched itself into the room. A boy. Seven years old, maybe. Dark hair. Wild energy. He skidded to a stop in front of the coffee table, staring at Marcus with wide, unblinking eyes.

the man said, stretching his hands out for Nate, Nate looked at his hand, feeling bile rise up his throat, he didn't want to shake those hands, no he didn't even want to be here But what shocked and shook him to his core the most was the fact that this man just introduced himself as Spade's uncle, he looked up at Spade, trying to see if the man was lying but no, he was actually saying the freaking truth. His heart was now threatening to spill out of his chest, no this couldn't be happening, not now, not after everything. Spade pulled him closer and looked up at Salvatore "we're leaving" he gritted out and left Salvatore there as he led Nate away from the man who had a smirk and lopsided grin

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.”

After a lot of argument with my subconsciousness I decide to stay at home, since it's Friday and mostly have free periods for the day. Four hours later and I'm deep into watching TV, deep voices coming from the front door take my gaze away from Chris Hemsworth acting as Thor, ( and you may be wondering, is she watching a marvel movie? Yes I am. I'm rewatching the Endgame. Bite me….. I'd rather you don't.) "- she's going to be really surprised." Uncle Ty's voice booms around the house as his body appears in the living room. "Who is?" I ask as I watch his eyes widen.

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness