Young Justice Spider-man Novels & Stories

“A little boy. Dark hair. Still in his spiderman Jammies? Maybe angry too? Walking willingly to his doom?” "Oh, trust me," Timmy chuckled, his voice faintly echoing in the big hall. "A boy in Spiderman jammies would be hard to miss." He winked. I had no clue what was so funny about wearing spiderman jammies. But maybe I was too freaked out to understand or appreciate his sense of humour. All I could see or sense right now was his staggering assholeness that I didn't have time for. When I did nothing but stared up at him with pure frustration, he lifted his hands in defeat.

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

“It is okay to fall. You know why?” He shook his head, his attention fixed on me as I took a small bandage. “Because you have the courage to stand up again.” He nodded and looked at his elbow where I had applied the bandage. He gasped, “Spiderman!” “Yes, Spiderman. Just like him.” His grin was so wide, I could see the freckles splattered over his small nose and cheeks, his chocolate skin glowing. “Thank you, Miss! I will show this Spiderman to all my friends, they will be so jealous.”

"Wow, guys. This is a perfect plan. Oh, my kids are all smart." "Now that you know we are smart, please don't keep things from us anymore. And don't cry to Grandma all the time." Tyler said. "Okay, young man. But please act your age or you will scare me away." Amanda said, chuckling. "Don't worry mummy, I will be your Spiderman," Ryan said. "I am Ironman," Mason beats his chest. "Tyler is Captain America," he added. "Then what am I?" Adora cried out.

“You have always been a liar. You wanted the money because after you left the mob you blew up all your money on strippers and gambling. “You were left with nothing and so you traded me for that 10 grand.” “I swear to God, Hector.” “Daddy?” It was a little boy standing at the bottom of the stairs. He couldn't have been more than 8 years old. “Sammy, stay right there!” Marcus shouted at the boy. “Don't come any closer. Please.” The boy was in a Spiderman onesie with the hoodie over his head. There were strands of blonde hair sticking out at the sides of his forehead. He had big eyes and bright red lips. In his left hand was a soft dinosaur toy and with the other hand he was holding the railing

He started to move in my lap, trying to jump to grab the phone. “I said Deadpool isn’t for kids.” He looks disappointed. Did he just look at me like my dad used to when I did something wrong? “Deadpool is really not for kids. I had to watch it when I was in my early twenties.” I softened my voice and that made him calm. “Mmm…” He says thoughtfully. “Spiderman?” Whether I imagined it or his eyes really shone brightly, I am not sure. He tried to jump again, wiggling his hips. “Okay, spiderman it is.”

Aurora asked, still very surprised. “Yes...” Estelle said and nodded in shyness. “Grandma, I have two dads, a previous dad, and a new dad,” Yohan said seriously to Aurora. “My new dad is awesome. He’s a superhero, just like Iron Man. He can save the world! He goes to work at dawn and returns home very late every day!” “A... superhero?” Aurora couldn’t believe what she had heard. “Yes!” Yohan nodded and said firmly, “Although I don’t know what kind of superpower he has, I know that he is very, very powerful!”

How the hell did I end up buying Spiderman stuff without knowing? "How could Daddy not know that my boys love Spiderman?" "I don’t like it. That’s what Austin likes. Not me," the one on my right said, his brows creasing into a frown Okay. That meant left was Austin. Right was Aiden. Thank God—I could finally tell them apart at least for now "It’s alright, big boy. Daddy got a lot of toys," I mumbled, trying to calm my thudding heart as I started pulling them out—Spiderman, trucks, puzzles. And hell, the best stuff hadn’t even arrived yet.

Smiling, truly happy about something so normal and trivial. And everything was going well until I felt something run down my leg. I got up immediately and realized that a damn mutant spider had gotten into our tent. “Shit,” I whispered. I cursed and then heard an annoyed chuckle. “A super warrior can't be defeated by a simple, harmless spider,” Jayden said, and I growled at him. “It's too epic to ignore.” The laughter woke Brayden and Aiden, and they both laughed when they saw me shaking the spider off. It was completely crazy, but once I sent the little insect away, I took a deep breath and glared at the three of them.

I’m supposed to have fun, but to be honest, I’m bored. A guy steps out from the lounge. My attention is drawn to him because he’s so much taller than the other kids who are emptying the punch bowl. He’s wearing jeans, a striped shirt, and a denim jacket. When he turns his head and fixes his gaze on me, I recognize him from outside. He’s the driver of the Alpha Spider. His lips tilt as he scrunches up the cup in his hand and aims for the trashcan against the wall, throwing a perfect hit without taking his eyes off me.