Spider Man Quits Being A Hero Fanfiction Novels & Stories

That's why spiderman got the superpower, right? "Ugh, just stay alive, if I get a chance to go home I'll take you back and raise you, promise not to send you to be sliced up." Ethan Brooks muttered in a small voice as he pointed at the ants, he just thought of them as his pets for now.After all, little better than nothing.

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.

I look at her hoping she has not realised, relieved when she just smiles and nods. “That is a relief, thank you, Adrian, I didn’t want someone who would feel bored because there was no action.” She is sincere, yet I don’t blame Jackson, with everything they went through it is not surprising he did this. This proved to be a good thing, as this Spider guy is using Jackson being away to use Alena’s business as a hiding spot.

Because I was just similar enough to keep her memory alive. Linda didn’t waste time on small talk. She must have seen the questions in my eyes because she answered them before I could ask. Alpha Jay had dropped out of school for a year because of her. It had taken everything in him to claw his way back, to get into university again. “If you had met him back then, you wouldn’t have even spared him a glance,” she admitted. “He was rotten to the core.” And the reason? She had made him that way. Before meeting her, he wasn’t like that.

The driver felt deeply guilty, blaming himself for failing my father's expectations. I kept reassuring him. This wasn’t his fault—it was my lack of caution. The guy who had helped me didn’t interrupt our conversation, but I definitely wouldn’t forget my savior. “Thank you for saving me, Spider-Man,” I said, extending my hand. He was wearing a polo shirt with a Spider-Man logo. “No problem. Just drop me off at the next corner. My mom will worry if I’m home too late.” He rubbed his messy curls and smiled.

“They’ve been quiet for months.” “Not anymore.” “Who?” “No name—just’ The Spider.’ Only he calls himself that.” Xander pressed a finger to my lips. “You’re safe. Decided. You're mine.” I looked at him—hard, fierce. “Don’t make me question everything,” I growled. He drew me close. “I won’t. But someone inside helped him. He got past every guard. Even your personal sentinel.” A slow burn of fury churned. “They’ll pay.”

I yelled, throwing the rock with all my strength. My throw barely mattered. It only made the spider stop and snap its mandibles. With the last of her strength, Ash blasted water at them, managing to break free. I grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the spiders chasing us. “I can’t…” Ash gasped, collapsing to her knees. “…I’d rather die.” “No, you don’t!” I shouted. What was heroic about dying slowly, trapped in spider saliva while your blood was drained until your body dried up? Or being torn apart and swallowed by the broodmother?

“What’s funny?” “Spider isn’t a ‘she’,” Mac explained. Curtis, Dillon, and Luke blinked, and despite the gravity of the mess, the other men grinned as they watched the penny drop. “So… wait a minute,” Luke said slowly, since it was clear that Dillon and Curtis – both of whom rarely spoke at the best of times – were struck utterly mute. “So… so… Spider is a man?” “Yep,” Mac said. “Complete and total.” “And Spider is Ace’s ex? Ex… ex-partner?”

When the janitor appeared from the side of the building and neared the gazebo, broom in-hand, Jeff understood it was pure luck. “My son is nothing like you. Don’t try to corrupt him into something he’s not.” He kept his voice low. Jeff massaged his throat and forced out the words. “You believe I want to make your son a spider?” The man shocked him by laughing. “A spider? You think that’s what I care about?” His laughter turned icy. “Keep your hands off my boy. If I ever see you again . . . ” He pointed his finger. He didn’t have to finish the sentence. The message was clear.

“Huh?” “Whatever little relationship has you smiling like that is over.” I shook my head in disbelief. “I have the right to smile if it’s not about you. Get over yourself.” I didn’t want him to run a background check on Spider yet so I added, “Just so you know, Spider is a literal kid.”