Spider-man: No Way Home Green Goblin Mask นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Natasha wondered what she needed but Tanchel noticed the activated hologram at the center of the office. "Oh, you're using the upgraded one." She grinned. "You upgraded it?" Morbius wondered. Tanchel nodded. "Yes, Master Morbius," she confirmed. "So?" Natasha cut to the chase and asked her again. "Oh, right. Lady Nat, here's the mask you ask for you to wear. Gem and I made it and we both want you to try it out since we need to check on how much sky power you can release when you use it." Tanchel informed her as she handed a pure black mask with white broken lightning designed over the right side of it.

And just for that one second, I feel like I have seen those eyes somewhere. Unlike before, his face isn't covered with a cloth, with only the eyes peeking out. This time he has a mask on that starts from his eyebrows to his cheekbones, leaving slits for the eyes. Yup. Definitely the Green Arrow. We stare at each other long and hard, doing nothing, saying nothing, just staring. His lips are pressed into a thin line, and I can't help but feel like I have seen him somewhere before.

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

Green caught my eye, a neon green that almost hurt to look at. "Put it on," one of the guards instructed. I did, my hands fumbling with the straps. The mask settled against my skin and suddenly my vision was tinted slightly green around the edges. I could see fine, but everything looked different. Sharper. More intense. "This way." A woman appeared from somewhere, dressed in a maid's uniform but also wearing a mask. Hers was silver. She gestured for me to follow her and I did because what else was I going to do? The guards watched me go, silent and still as statues.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

When she calmed down, she turned to me, her face stern and asked, "Noah Ware, who is that man you brought into your home?" ************************************* ___POV In the crowd of patients and staff alike, a lone man stood. He wore a grab similar to that of ancient Greeks in red and white. His hair golden like the morning Sun, his skin pale as if he hasn't spent a second under the rays of sunlight. His visible eye the purest shade of gold. Half of his face is covered with a prosthetic mask, hiding it from view. The crowd seemed to ignore him like he is not there yet subconsciously making way for him to pass through.

He realized he was getting hard again but ignored it as he had his snack. Shortly before ten, Red came in carrying a Spiderman mask. She took his hand and sat him on the side. Red put the mask over his head then lightly pushed him back onto the bed. He chuckled realizing what a picture this would make. A naked Spiderman with his cock sticking straight up.

“Somewhere fantastic.” The road narrowed into an alley barely wide enough for the SUV. There were no pedestrians, there were no other cars, just high stone walls on both sides, and the smell of salt and rotting seaweed drifting through the vents. He slowed then stopped, the engine idled low and menacing. He shifted into park as he reached up and pulled the baseball cap off. My heart slammed so hard I thought it would crack a rib. He peeled away a thin hyper-realistic silicone mask the kind used in high-end espionage films. The face underneath was leaner than I remembered, scarred along the jaw, but unmistakable.

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

The silhouette wavered in the distance before he came into view. He was tall. Too tall. Black hair framed a face half-hidden by a mask across his mouth, as though he was smiling so wide it needed to be contained. But it wasn’t the mask that made my breath catch. It was his eyes. One was green while the other was violet, deep and unnatural, like staring into a bruise.