Watching Spiderman Novels & Stories

Of course, he didn't remember watching movies. "But don't worry, I know Marvel," he smiled at me. My brows furrowed. "Huh?" He pursed his lips. "I've been watching Marvel movies since the other day." My eyes widened a little. "R-really?" He really did make an effort to watch Marvel movies because of me, huh? "Yeah." He smiled. "I like Black Widow. She's pretty cool." "She's my favorite character," I couldn't help but mutter. "She's a badass."

I tell Kylie, stepping out of the car. “Finally. Lets go” She laughs, opening the door. We walk up to her room, opening her computer screen. “What are we watching?” I ask, sitting on her bed. “Spiderman” She smirks. Spiderman, the only Marvel movies I’ve wanted to see. Its also one of Kylie’s favorite movies. I mean, who doesn’t like Tom Holland? Only all the jealous boyfriends. “I’ll make the popcorn” I head down the stairs, checking my phone to see a missed call.

He couldn’t be happier if he tried. Annie gave us the choice between the first Avengers movie or Spiderman: Homecoming. After a short debate, we settled for The Avengers. The movie started and I glanced toward Aria. She sat farthest away possible from Nick. I saw him frowning and I smirked. It’s not going to be that easy, buddy. I focused on the movie again. I actually enjoyed watching it, even though I had seen it several times before. I was interrupted by Nick’s loud sigh. We all looked at him, but he didn’t meet our gaze and just stared at the TV. The girls looked away, but I kept my gaze on him. I knew something was bugging him.

“How can doubt take away a genetic ability? And it’s not just that one, all Spider-man movies are terrible. He’s supposed to be a wisecracking teenager, but they always make him this miserable emo jerk with girl problems. Nobody cares about Mary-fucking-Jane.” This was possibly the most inappropriate place for one of Maurice’s movie critiques, but it wasn’t like we had anything else to do as we stumbled around in the dark. “He can’t be wisecracking all the time,” I said. “Yeah, but they give him a couple of funny lines at the start and never again. Have you seen Spider-man 3? Once they go down the emo route, there’s no way to recover. Forget it. Downhill all the way. It would take a miracle

I knew it in the way the hair on my skin felt too aware, too exposed, like I was Spiderman and my Spidey senses were going off. Good. Let him watch. Let him see what he was missing out on. “I swear, you’re not usually this fun at work,” the guy said, grinning at me. “Maybe you don’t pay enough attention,” I replied lightly. “Oh, I’m paying attention now,” he said. I smiled again, wider this time, tilting my head slightly as I took another sip of my drink. But my eyes moved across the room for just a second. And like I guessed, Liam was still there, watching both of us. I turned back immediately, leaning in slightly toward the conversation, like I was completely absorbed in it.

“You're on the phone half the time mommy,” My phone dings with a text. I reach for it. “You know what? I'm coming over,” the message reads. I heave and turn to see Liam's eyes on me. I open my mouth and clamp it shut. “Uhm– well, that's because we keep rewatching it, sweetie.” He pouts. Liam can watch, rewatch spider man without getting tired. He'd squeal, jump and talk about it all day. But it gets boring for me, but I can't tell my kid that.

1- He hates dogs. 2-Allergic to chocolates and Fish. 3- scared of horror movies. 4-Hates competition and has been rushed. 5- hates blood 6- he hates being touched. that's going to be my last thing to do because I know that feeling of being touched. I don't want to traumatize him or make him feel uncomfortable. "This is small," I said quietly looking at my system. I guess I just need to watch some videos on pranks, might just do random things.

His eyes glittered as he saw me and butterflies filled my belly. Kayden almost jumped in excitement when she saw her friend, Tom and I allowed her to sit across from him. Before I knew it, they were already talking about their favorite cartoons. “Don't tell me, you don't watch Barbie,” Kayden said disappointed. “Barbie is for girls and weak boys. I watch superheroes,” Tom defended himself and I almost roared in laughter at what was happening between the both of them. “That's not true. I also watch super heroes cartoons and I feel Spider Man is better than Batman,” Kayden said and her tiny hands were placed firmly on the table.

I added the last part shyly, not knowing how he’ll take it. “Sounds like fun,” I smiled and settled in. His scent wafts to my nostrils, almost intoxicating and I will myself to focus on the movie. Halfway through the third episode, I’m actually both surprised and excited that Mr Stark enjoyed the series more than I thought he would. He’s laughing at almost every funny scene. I’ve never seen him so relaxed, and I almost want to bribe him to watch movies more often. At some point, both Mr Stark and I fell asleep. I’d see him fight sleep while we were watching. It was kind of cute, how focused he was on the movie. Eventually, the pills won, and he fell asleep. Now, I can hear voices.

I want to see him see it. The video shows our apartment, the one we're sitting in now, but from two years ago—you can tell because the wall behind the couch is still that terrible beige we painted over last spring. Alexander is standing on the couch cushions in his Spider-Man pajamas, the ones that are too small now, the ones I couldn't bring myself to throw away. He's wearing a cape made from my good bath towel—the navy blue one—safety-pinned at the neck. The pin is crooked. It's always crooked because he insisted on doing it himself.