Spiderman Costume Tom Holland Novels & Stories

The tension I’d seen outside this morning loosened slightly. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he walked closer. “I heard you got hurt.” Leo immediately sat up straighter. His good eye dropped to the box. “Is that for me?” The smile on Dominic’s face deepened. Barely. But I saw it. “Yeah.” Leo gasped. Dominic placed the box carefully on the bed. The second Leo opened it, his mouth fell open. “No way!” His voice echoed through the room. Inside sat a customized Iron Man costume.

“Cephalothorax.” The explanation fell flat, and Jeff found it hard to cover his disappointment. “I know that.” He rolled up his shirt sleeves and revealed his arms. “But look. It’s happening all over!” He started pulling down his pants to inspect the most recent changes from his encounter with Preston, but Mr. Drake stopped him. “Okay, okay. I believe you,” he said, waving his hand. “No need to further undress.” Jeff stopped fussing with his clothes and threw his arms up. “What the hell is happening to me? I’m turning into a goddamn spider!” The extraordinary circumstances merited some explicit language, even if it was in the presence of a teacher.

Raphael wanted to say when I heard a high-pitched voice scream “Daddy!...” I felt a sudden thud at my side as someone hugged me tightly, clinging to me like an octopus. I looked down to see Jake. He was wearing his favourite Spider-Man jacket I got him on his eighth birthday and carrying a backpack over his shoulders. A few steps behind him, one of the servants stood holding his suitcase.

Just like what I saw last night, his body was toned and perfect. Several seconds passed, and we waited for Lazarus to resurface, but almost a minute passed and he still hadn't come up from the pool. I noticed that Law, Laki, and Ruin were no longer there. I hadn't realized when they came in. A servant approached us and handed me a white towel for Lazarus before quickly leaving. "Spiderman!" The tension in my chest eased when Lazarus finally surfaced, still holding Zon's toy. I stood up and lifted my son as Lazarus stood in front of us. He handed the Spiderman toy to Luzon while his other hand smoothed back his wet hair.

“Almost where?” The call ends, I stare at my screen and whimper. Okay, I can do this. If I attend this party, it’s one more item off my list. Sign up for drama club. Check. Attend a party. Double check. Getting a kiss is hard, getting a boyfriend is harder but we will have to make do with those two for now. I slip into my costume, running my fingers over the light, red material. Like superman’s, it covers every inch of my body. A mini spread skirt is replacing Spiderman underwear and the S logo emblazoned on my chest is in cursive.

Tommaso stepped forward from the shadow, compact fury disguised in a suit. “Runway slot confirmed. Jet’s fueled and the operator already filed the plan.” “Good,” I said. “We’ll take one.” He nodded. He always knew which one was. “Spider?” I asked. “In his office,” Tommaso said. “No chatter.” That was unusual. Spider chattered. It was half the reason I kept him; people underestimated a man who looked like he laughed easy. It made them sloppy around him; it made him useful. “Send him a line,” I said. “I want his eyes on the club while I’m gone. If anyone asks where I am, he’s deaf.”

Eden opened the door and walked out to meet him. "Good job Lucas," he whispered to Lucas who leaned on the truck smiling sheepishly. Spider came down from the other side of the van dressed in the same outfit as Lucas. Eden followed him to the back of the van where he opened the van and brought out some sealed cartons from inside which they took inside the house. Eden stood by the van as he watched Spider offloading the van. There were four big cartons left and Eden smiled as four boys popped their heads out of the carton all wearing a black long Sultan garment.

Tommy stood there holding his phone to his ear, wearing a dark suit and tie, the same as he wore on any workday, and a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses Ian had thankfully never seen before. “I’m at your front door.” Ryan disconnected and stuffed his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. “That’s not a costume.” His partner pocketed his phone and stepped inside. “This is the most successful costume of all time.” “Seriously, man, what the fuck are you supposed to be?” “I’m Clark Kent. I went classic and heroic.” “You went lazy and uncreative. You’re a step down from ghost.” He dropped down on the living room sofa and shoved his feet into black boots.

“Okαy‚ thαt’s enough αncient history. Let’s go get you some new clothes‚ little mαn.” Ryan jumped. “Reαlly? Cαn I pick Spider-Mαn ones?!” Killian winked. “Ofcourse you cαn. Even the ones with Bαtmαn!” “Yαyyyyyyyyyy!” I lαughed α little. Just α little. But it helped. We left shortly αfter. Then we heαded to the mαll.

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.