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shamemp3 · 4 years

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can ihave a peter parker reading list?

yes! there’s obv a lot of peter comics so i’ll try to only include important/good storylines (but sometimes the important stories are not good). also im so sorry if this got messy i am not the best with organization. and if i miss anyth important someone let me know!!!

his first appearance is in amazing fantasy #15!

amazing spider-man volume 1, tbh it is good and very fun but also incredibly long so if you don’t want to read the whole thing you should look for specific arcs/characters you want to see. if you need help singling out issues you need then let me know and i can make a specific list for characters/arc but i’ll just list some issues that i think are important:

#1-6: first appearance of some major spidey villains like the chameleon, vulture, doctor octopus, sandman, lizard. you also see spidey’s first interaction with the f4.

#9, 13-16, annual #1, 17-21, 24-25, 31-33: first appearance of electro, mysterio, green goblin, kraven the hunter, scorpion, mj watson, harry osborn, and gwen stacy. spidey and dd also team up for the first time

#39-42, annual #3, 46, 50-56, annual #5, 77-79, 88-90: first appearance of shocker and the prowler, as well as some really important spidey arcs.

#95-98, 119-122, 129-131, 136-137, 142-151: first appearances of the punisher and the jackal. some important doc ock and green goblin arcs. the original clone saga

#182-183, 194-200, 204-205, 238-245, 248-251: first appearance of the black cat and the hobgoblin. some important petermj issues, and aunt may issues. for issue 248, just read the second story (the kid who collects spider-man)

#252, 257, 258-261, 275-277, 279, 290-292, annual #21: first appearance of the symbiote suit, petermj comics

#299-300: first venom appearance

kraven’s last hunt

the clone saga

the spectacular spider-man (1976): #107-110, 134-136 (the death of jean dewolff arc)

the spectacular spider-man (1976): 178-184, 189-190, 199-200 (harry osborn storyline)

amazing spider-man volume 2: okay the best part of vol 2 is definitely straczynski’s run, which i recommend you read all of it, but if you don’t want to do that i’ll recommend just a few issues down below. warning, this is also where sins past and one more day happen but yeah:

#30-35, 37-39, 49-50, 55-56: first appearances of ezekiel and morlun. important aunt may and mj storylines, also shows peter as a teacher.

(starting here, we are still in stracynski’s run, but the issue numbers start at #500 instead, which means you would probably find these issues in the original 1963 run) #501, 505: not incredibly important to the overall plot, but still meaningful issues.

sins past: #509-514 (u rly dont have to read this lol im just putting it here cuz it’s considered important but it’s rly shitty and def can be skipped)

#519-524: peter, mj, and may living with the avengers

spider-man/human torch (2005) (one of my all time fav comics)

the other: evolve or die

#532-545: the war at home, back in black, and one more day. these events are all connected to each other and also to the civil war event so it would be helpful if you have knowledge of what that event is about. this is a really really crappy storyline but also crucially important. this is where stracyznski’s run ends

#587, 590-592, 600, 606-607: petermatt teamup, fantastic four teamup, return of mj and the black cat.

#648-656, fantastic four #588, asm #657-662, 665: peter working at horizon labs, and other important arcs.

spider-island: #666-673 (also not that great but a big spidey event)

#680-681, 698-700: spideytorch issues, and then the beginning of superior spiderman (you dont have to read 699.1)

superior spider-man: hnnnnergh this run got annoyingly long and otto was in peter’s body for a while and i understand if you dont want to read every issue of this so here are a few:

superior spider-man #1-2, 4-5, 9-10, 13-14, 20, 30-31

amazing spider-man volume 3 (if you want to skip over superior spidey come here): tbh a lot of this is just peter fixing his life after all the issues doc ock caused, but it’s not that bad. there are only 20 issues so you can probably read all of them. this run features the debut of cindy moon and also the spiderverse event!

amazing spider-man volume 4: okay tbh probably my least favorite asm run. it’s boring and treats mj badly and aside from a few issues i really do not care for it at all. it’s only 32 issues, so it’s also short enough that you can read it on your own, but yea :’). if u want just completely skip over clone conspiracy there is no point to it

amazing spider-man volume 5 (current run) this run is still ongoing and tbh it’s not that great but it seems to be leading up to something big and it does have nice petermj moments so!!

friendly neighborhood spider-man (2019): my favorite spidey run of all time it is so good in every way you can imagine. if you were to read one spidey run i would definitely recommend it to be this one

spider-man: blue (it focuses on gwen so!!! it’s very emotional)

spider-men (2012): this is when peter and miles meet! i think it’s rly cute and i do like it a lot

you can also check out the gauntlet and grim hunt arcs but i dont care much for them tbh so i didnt rly include them earlier

these aren’t in 616 but i also definitely recommend ultimate spider-man (2000) and (2009). they’re definitely long so if u need a reading guide for them let me know!!

also just bc i Need everyone to love spideytorch here is a spideytorch reading guide bc i included some of their issues but def not all of them so! this is a small list but it links the like Major list with every spideytorch issue so!!

also bc i love petermj here is a reading guide for them as well!

ALSO bc i love peter and matt’s friendship here is a guide for them as well!

i think im done but if u need any specific recommendations for peter regarding relationships/arcs/anything really let me know!! i hope this helps!!

#answered #anon #comic recs #peter parker #marvel comics

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belladonnaandulriched · 4 years

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amped and wired, part two | chapter four: do your worst

Every gyration. I could still feel every single little gyration of her hips, and of my hips, too. I could still feel that soft and wet sensation against me. Her skin and her lips. The sound that emerged from my mouth—like I was performing in front of a vast audience in a place like Yankee Stadium. The feeling left me dizzy and slack jawed.

Her sweat, her heartbeat, her everything... my everything with hers. We both choked on each other. She gulped it down, and so did I.

I lay my head down on the pillow; Cindy was kind enough to lay down next to me.

I was delirious and a hot mess. But laying in that room had given me a catharsis of sorts: my blood was flowing, my head felt light but in a sense that I could think with more clarity, and my body did not feel tired in the least.

If anything, I felt nourished. Hardy. Loved. Whole.

Even after all that had happened to me, I still managed to come out of the other side in one piece and with a girl laying next to me. Cindy put her arm around my waist and lay her head upon my chest. Her breasts brushed against my bare skin, and her nipples had long flattened out, and she kept the inside of her thigh pressed to my hip. We were bathed in that intimate light from the strip joint. The rest of the room was dim lit courtesy of the lake effect outside.

All I could hear was the sound of her breathing and Lars' grunts up above us on the balcony. The mattress up there creaked and he often followed it up with a tiny little squeak of sorts. Mrs. Hamilton made noises that resembled to little birds scrounging for food. Frankie and Charlie's laughter floated in from the next room.

Meanwhile, I rolled my head over for a look at Cindy, who seemed more intent on staring off into the space and running her fingers down my happy trail than anything. I had no idea how she managed to do the Amazon position with her feet right in front of her but she did it anyway. I had put my pants back on however I neglected to button them back up. I just wanted to lay there with no shirt on and my jeans unbuttoned.

“You know, you're a very sensual guy,” she told me as she brought her fingers to my belly button. I was still full from both lunch and breakfast.

“I try my best,” I assured her with a shake of my head.

“You do plenty, Joey—baby boy.”

“Am I still a bad boy?”

“Off the charts in terms of badness. I wanna punish you some more for it, too.” She fell back into silence for a moment, but long enough for me to hear some more creaking up in the loft up above us.

“Your mom's really goin' to town with Lars up there, isn't she?” I asked her.

“My mom doesn't mess around when it comes to messing around,” Cindy explained. “Even after Gwen and I were born, she always talked about how tight she was. She always wears lace with leather because both give her a protective barrier of sorts.”

“Ain't nuthin' sexier than a dead cow in a blender—it's my shield, bitches!” I had no idea where that came from, but it brought a laugh out of her. She buried her face right into my chest to stifle the laughter. I caught Lars making a low moan from the loft upstairs.

“Come on, Lars, the next time a girl shows you how to dosey-doe, you have to follow suit otherwise it can hurt!” Mrs. Hamilton declared. I rolled my head over for another look at Cindy, who knitted her eyebrows together at that.

“Are they dancin' up there?” I wondered aloud.

“Sounds like it. Mom's not afraid to go kinky—like you.”

“Me?” I never thought of myself in that fashion before.

“Yeah.” She showed me a little grin: that cherry gloss never left her lips even after she gave me a shitload of kisses and blew me twice. “You're a kinky bad boy, Joey.”

“How am I kinky?” I knitted my eyebrows at that.

“Well, for one—the chess,” she stated. “It's been so long since I did that—and let's not forget the first time you and I did it together here with Gwen.”

“Threesome with you and your sister,” I recalled as I gazed straight into her eyes.

“Exactly! You're naughty. A naughty boy—it just needs to be coaxed out a little bit every so often. You're very sensual and sexy...” She kept her hand on my stomach. I ran my tongue along my lips; I dropped my gaze to her chest and the curvature of her hips. Those cherry lips spread even further into a warm smile.

“That's what I'm talking about right there,” she noted.

“What?” She lifted herself up so she could see me for herself.

“You checking out my body,” she answered with a toss of her hair back behind her head and over her shoulder. “It's there—it's in there, in those brown eyes, in—this body—it's inside you. The feeling and also—everything that you are and could be.”

“You know, it's funny—I—I feel like I can do anything,” I confessed to her.

“All I know is that you're a singer, just from Mom telling me,” she confessed to me. “A hockey player, too.”

“I'm a singer, a hockey player, a drummer... and there's not much more to say.”

“Really? You're so smart, too. You saved my mom from a bunch of clones. I can see you in a place with a shitload of books or something.”

“Call me 'professor' then,” I teased her.

“But really, though—you did great at the chess game back there. You got the three of them to strip for us. You're everything, Joey. Everything and nothing. I can actually see all of you becoming like... oh, I dunno.”

“What?”

“Renaissance men,” she answered. “All of you. Renaissance men—masters of none.”

“People who are real good at a myriad of things, not just one,” I followed along as I hoisted myself up onto my elbows.

“Exactly! The fact you guys were able to figure out what was going on with the clones tells me a thing or two about your smarts.”

“But I don't feel smart, though.”

“You are, Joey. If you makes you feel any better, sometimes I don't feel very smart myself. I always surprise people with my intelligence, too, at least according to Mom and Gwen. I take my clothes off which is the dumbest thing ever in the whole wide world, you know? It's like what you said earlier: 'hey, Dad. Is Mom around? Oh, nothing—just out throwing my pants in the air for nickels and dimes.' And—hey, I also don't feel sexy at times but I still managed to do it well with you, though.”

I had no idea what to say to that. All I could think about was where and when I was going to have to fill up my cup again. And yet it was kind of a good thing that the door swung open and Lars stumbled into the room right then with a disoriented look upon his face. That time around, Cindy was facing away from the door and I was right side up, but I didn't believe for one single second that that would even faze him in the least. He staggered into the room with no pants on and a button up shirt over his body, but what amazed me was the little twirl he did before he fell ass first onto the floor next to the bed.

I craned my neck to find him laying there with his legs spread wide open and everything hanging out.

“Oh, dear, look what the cat dragged in,” Cindy remarked.

“That's—” He stifled down another belch inside of his throat. “—that's an understatement. It was unreal up there.”

“Mom's the boss for a reason,” she pointed out.

“But—holy shit. It was like I was spinning and she was moving—at the same time.”

“You and Mrs. Hamilton were having it both ways then,” I said as I propped myself up with my back up against the wall.

“Hell yeah we were,” he continued in a monotone, “I don't think I have ever had sex like that before. Grinding and writhing and rhyming and stealing... that's what I would call that.”

“Lars?” Mrs. Hamilton called out from upstairs. “Lars, where are you?”

Scott said something in the next room over. I couldn't see them, but all I could see was the pride of Denmark on the floor for both Cindy and I to see for ourselves, with no shame and a bucket load of glory. I looked down at my undone jeans and wondered what else I could do from here.

Footsteps caught my ear to the right, and then Mrs. Hamilton poked her head into the room. I could tell she, too, was partially naked. Her face lit up at the sight of us, but she shook her head at the sight of Lars.

“Tsk-tsk, Lars, don't you know it's common courtesy to wear pants in front of the ladies?” I scoffed at him, which got a giggle out of Cindy.

“There's my little apple danish,” Mrs. Hamilton said with a smirk on her face. “You ready for another round?”

“I—I don't know,” he sputtered. She rolled her eyes and strode into the room. She wasn't totally naked: she did have a one inch wide leather belt around her hips, the silvery sparkly buckle of which hung below her belly button.

“Is that a tomahawk,” I pointed out the thing down inside of the belt, right next to her hip. It reminded me of that first time I wore a headdress during a show and had an actual tomahawk stuffed down my pants.

“Yeah, you wish,” Lars blurted out.

“It's actually the handle to a butcher knife,” Mrs. Hamilton told me.

“I don't know whether to be afraid or aroused,” Scott called from the next room.

“Both, Scott!” Mrs. Hamilton hollered over her shoulder.

“You got him into it, too?” I raised my eyebrows at that. Scott poked his head into the room: those thick eyebrows were raised high up like they were thick black worms.

“I'm gonna come out all bloody, supposedly,” he confessed.

“You're not gonna be bloody,” Mrs. Hamilton assured him. She returned to Lars and nudged the side of his foot with the pad of her foot.

“If anything, I think we're gonna have jars of apple danish here soon enough,” I told Scott.

“Apple danish and liquidized Injun,” Lars recalled with a limp raise of his hand from the floor. “Delicious,” I declared with a shake of my head.

“And bloody Jew baby, too,” Scott added before he moved his head away from the doorway.

“You're not gonna be bloody!” Mrs. Hamilton insisted. She extended her hand down and stooped over a bit. I noticed the smooth curvature of her ass and a speckling of red on one side. Lars must have had a moment with his hand. “Come on, Lars—come on, big boy, let's do this.”

He clutched onto her hand with both of his and climbed onto his feet, albeit with a bit of struggling. Cindy and I sat there on the bed across from each other and watched her help him onto his feet without crouching down. Lars staggered a bit as if he was tipsy but he caught himself in an upright position. Mrs. Hamilton set her hand on his shoulder so as to keep him steady. She turned her head for one last look at us.

“I'll see you later, Cindy,” she said, “you kids don't stay up too late, okay?”

“Of course, Mom!” Cindy assured her as she brought her arms closer to her body: her upper arms pushed her breasts closer together. Those nipples were still as smooth as her own curves. Once they were out of earshot, I spoke up again.

“You know, when we were walkin' here, I thought of pinching your ass.”

“Ah, a little boot-ay love,” she teased me with a mischievous smirk upon her face.

“Although I do wanna do sump'n about those, though.” I gestured to her chest.

“Yeah, you weren't too shy about wanting to touch them.”

I examined her body as it was before me: she sat there on her knees next to me with no top on but with a pair of lacey panties on over her hips. The waist band hugged her actual waist to where she had a gentle curve under her belly button. A thought ran through my mind telling me that I should paint her. I wanted to paint her. Just set up a canvas on an easel and sketch her out and paint her in the softest warmest colors possible. She did foresee us becoming Renaissance men after all.

Cindy tossed back her black hair and showed me a smile.

“What you thinking about?” she asked me.

“Painting.”

“Painting houses?”

“Painting you. And maybe Gwen and Leela, too.”

“Ah, so you're taking that to heart, aren't you?” She grinned at me, to which I shrugged at her.

“I don't see why not,” I confessed.

“Maybe we can paint on this beautiful body of yours at one point,” she suggested with a twinkle in her eye.

“Again, I don't see why not,” I repeated. “I'm Indian after all.”

“Ooh, henna!” she squealed.

“Different kind of Indian,” I pointed out.

“But still! I'd be honored, Joey. You'll be my canvas.”

Frankie stumbled through the door right then. Charlie followed suit except he staggered in and caught his balance before he fell ass over teakettle onto the floor, or on top of Frankie. They both looked hammered, or at least in a daze.

“Come back here, you two!” Gwen called out from the next room.

“It's just a little rope is all,” Louise added.

“Frank, I told you Joey and Cindy were in here,” Charlie scoffed and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

Frankie stood up on his knees and tossed his hair back from his neck. “So? Let's have a li'l party, Char.”

“A li'l three way party of sorts?” I teased them with a smirk.

Gwen and Louise emerged in the doorway right then: the latter had a roll of white rope slung over her shoulder, while the former had taken off her top and beheld us her bear black chest. Both of them were wearing black lace brassieres and nothing else.

“Make that six, baby,” Cindy corrected me.

“I vote yes!” Frankie declared.

“Okay, so how we gonna do this?” Charlie asked them as he took off his jeans right there.

“Let's just improvise all this, shall we?” I suggested.

“Ow, Joey!” Frankie quipped with a clap of the hands.

“What'd you do to him, Cindy?!” Gwen joked as she climbed up onto the bed in front of my feet.

“Made him the master of himself, that's what I did,” she said with a touch of glee to her voice.

“Get on it, Mama,” I teased her as I sank down onto my back for those two sisters. “Mamas, I should say.”

“Three bad boys here, Cindy and Gwen,” Louise joined in right then. “They each need to be punished. Big time—especially darling Joey here given he's the eldest...” She unraveled the rope and showed it to me.

She was kind enough to tie the three of us up by the wrists and the ankles. I stayed up on the bed while Frankie and Charlie took to the floor. All of this was at first, anyways.

I let the three of them have their way with me, and I was sure Frankie and Charlie did the same, too. I tasted each of their lips, on their faces as well as between their legs; they each tasted like cherries, but there was something to each one of them. It was like they were taking turns, like a game of sexy musical chairs or something.

Cindy was familiar and still warm from the encounter before, but she amped it up this time around. She peeled back my jeans again for a touch and blow but she gave the inside of my thighs a whole mess of kisses. I watched her do that open legged, fully spread wide open, ass up tits down thing on both Frankie and Charlie like what she did to me the first time here: how she did it to them at the same time, I had no idea.

But then came Gwen and those one inch black and hot pink striped fingernails of hers: she stroked me down with those fine rounded edges and with such lightness that they felt like the tips of feathers. The lightest of touch was enough to take my breath away. There was nothing I could do about it, especially since right next to me Louise squatted over Charlie's mouth and he stuck his tongue right up into those lips like he was licking ice cream.

“Look at me, baby,” she whispered to me. “You sexy, sexy man, you—”

Gwen's dark lips grazed over mine and she caressed down my chest. A black girl and an Iroquois boy. Roots. Roots! Roots, baby, roots! The sun and everything that existed!

“If Cindy gets a taste, I should, too,” she told me in a husky voice.

“Hey, as long as I can have some of yours, too,” I said with a wag of my finger. She licked her lips and showed me a mischievous grin.

She slid down to my hips and, once she turned around and planted her knees on either side of me so her bare black ass was right up in my face, brought her fingers to the tip. I felt her squeezing and pulling at the taut skin.

“Easy there, big fella!” Cindy commanded to Frankie; I rolled my head over to find he had already come a little bit, and that clear liquid oozed out onto the back of her hand, but she gripped onto him like the handle of a butcher knife. Meanwhile, Gwen put her face down onto me, which meant she put her lips right in my face. Bright fiery red and fanned out like the petals of a ripe orchid in full bloom.

Duh.

I inserted my tongue much like Charlie over there. There was something more to those lips; something a little more savory, like one of those Belgian waffles Lars made for me earlier. Fanned out and fiery red, only growing redder with each caress of my tongue. That sugary glaze was coming on. Every lick on her part brought me closer and I know I returned the favor to her given she was breathing harder and harder: her chest pressed firmer against me and I could hear every soft moan from the back of her throat.

At one point, I closed my eyes to savor it some more.

Another lick. And another. A third and a fourth. Then—

“Yeah, baby boy, that's how you do it!” she declared and I knew I had come right then. She lifted her head and peered over her shoulder for a flash of a grin at me. I lay my head back on the pillow and let out a low whistle: Gwen still had her ass right in my face.

Not that I was complaining.

“Yeah—Yeah, you like that fat ass, don't ya?” Cindy teased me. I raised both hands and gave Gwen double the spanking—quite the feat given I was bound by the wrists. She rolled off of me laughing her head off the whole entire time. She lay on her side with one hand pressed to her brow; I was laughing with her.

Gwen's ass and Cindy's tits. I was a happy camper, even with my feet bound and my tied up wrists down by my waist.

Louise still had a ways to go with Charlie—as far as I could tell anyways—which meant Gwen would join in with Cindy to take care of Frankie. Unless she wanted to lay there laughing her ass off the whole entire time.

Charlie finally let out the weirdest noise I ever heard him make in the time I had known him and Louise scrambled onto the bed to get me.

“Looks like the plot's still not over yet,” she teased me.

“Eh, Louie Louie—” I sang out. I didn't know the words so I just made noises to the tune of it.

“Ow!” I heard Lars yell out from upstairs.

“Hold still!” Mrs. Hamilton called out.

“What she said,” Louise told me with a lashing of her tongue. She and Gwen rolled me over onto my side, and then I realized what they were doing. My legs dangled over the edge of the bed. Gwen crawled off of the bed and made her way over to Frankie and Cindy.

“You know why we tied you three up, right?” she asked me as tendrils of her dark hair caressed over my chest.

“'Cause we're bad?” was all I could think of.

“'Cause every dirty dog needs to be held down and scrubbed clean with a bit o' discipline. You're laying on Egyptian cotton, big boy—every pharaoh needs the biggest bath possible.”

Louise took a seat on my thighs and rubbed against the skin, right there and on my hips. She set her hands on either side of me so as to steady herself.

Swish. And a swish. Right over my lap. We were in a strip club, after all.

There was nothing I could do except let myself rise.

She then stepped off of me and stood over me. She peered over her shoulder.

“Watch and learn, Charlie,” she declared. She unbuttoned her bra and let it fall down her shoulders and her arms. Completely naked over me.

She took a seat on top and moved her hips about like she was churning butter. Each one was harder and firmer than the last. Her breasts were like big bouncy balloons: her dark nipples latched onto my line of sight. I was hypnotized. She hypnotized me. Right there on the sight of the bed.

I could feel myself rising again, like doors opening and closing—where were these metaphors coming from?!

“God damn it, I can't take it!” I screeched. I gritted my teeth and breathed harder.

“Come on, baby—” Louise was cold as ice, but damn. “—come on. Come to Mama! Come to Mama!”

I made the same type of shriek I did for the Armed and Dangerous pressing and Frankie followed suit. Upstairs, I heard someone fall onto the floor. But it was neither here nor there at that point: I had come multiple times.

Louise leaned over me and kissed me on the lips: those black cherry lips as smooth and sweet as black cherries themselves. She showed me a devilish grin.

“Good boy,” she whispered. I lay there and looked at her, out of breath and weak at the knees. She tossed her hair back again before she untied me, and then Frankie and Charlie.

“Come on, girls—let's go see how Big Mama's doin',” Cindy said to them. They left the room in a swagger and a sashay of those hips, which in turn left the three of us there to ruminate over it.

“Jesus,” Charlie muttered.

“Yeah,” Frankie panted from the floor beneath me. “Yeah, I'll say. Fuck.”

“Gosh... I've never felt so alive,” I said to them as I pushed back my hair from my face. “It's like I've been rejuvenated or sump'n.”

“All the indulgence and the power,” Charlie told me, “as long as you don't overdo it, I'm sure you'll be good, Joe.”

“I'm more than good—I feel like I can do anything.” I ran my fingers through my hair again and then hoisted myself onto my elbows. I could breathe. It was like everything had been lifted off of my shoulders.

“Okay... but if we do that again, let's eat more than just lunch,” Frankie groaned, “'cause I think I'm gonna throw up...”

He scrambled out of there into the next room, which left Charlie and I to look at one another. He brushed a few locks of that tightly coiled dark hair back from the side of his face: his round face had a bit of blush to it and he had a little bit of saliva running down that deep cleft in his chin. His brown eyes twinkled from underneath his bangs like a pair of cockroaches. I nibbled on my bottom lip, given he was the last person I spoke to on that fateful day. The fact we were back together and our eyes had seen each other, albeit with three girls, left me wondering what was to happen next.

“Um...” he started. I swallowed. I had no idea what to say right then.

“You want a cup of coffee?” he offered me, much to my surprise.

“Uh... yeah!” I said and I almost laughed at that. “I'd love a cup of coffee. Just—you know. Lemme put my clothes back on.”

“Yeah, me, too. I think Lars and Scott are done upstairs, too—I'm not hearing them anymore.”

“Unless they're doin' it quietly,” I pointed out.

“Nah... one time Scott did it quietly with his ex—this was before you showed up—and they still made a bunch of noise. I'm talkin'—Frankie and I were down the block in the Bronx and we could hear 'em.”

“Wow.”

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daresplaining · 8 years

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What are your thoughts on Evil!Matt Murdock from the Spider-Gwen universe? He's obviously very different from the Matts of other universes, but what might he have in common with them? Do you think he'll end up with a redemption arc, or will he stay a villain? Sorry that most of this is so vague, but I'm just REALLY into alternate versions of characters.

We’re loving evil Matt. He’s so gleefully malevolent! It’s great fun to see a version of this character who has the life he wants and is enjoying every minute of it.

(Gosh, look at him…)

As you know (and in case anyone doesn’t), there are many, many Matt Murdock-inhabited alternate universes (both Marvel and DC are big on alternate universes), and someday we should do a comprehensive post about all of them, because there’s great variety. There is (to name a few) a Matt without superpowers, a Matt who is an agent of SHIELD, a Matt who is a demonic chef, several zombie Matts, Matts from a range of time periods and social backgrounds, a whole bunch of tragically deceased Matts, and even a Matt who is a mouse.

Mouse Murdock: “Stay back, Fisk, or you’re going to have a long, bad day.”

[Howard the Human #1 by Scottie Young, Jim Mahfood, and Justin Stewart]

Thanks to this range of interpretations, which play with and subvert almost every aspect of Matt’s character, there are actually very few consistent cross-universe qualities that tie them together. He’s usually blind, and tends to possess that strength/stubbornness of spirit that is such a staple of the DD narrative. But beyond that, they’re all over the place.

The variant we think bears the closest resemblance to Spider-Gwen’s Matt is from the What If? Daredevil VS Elektra one-shot by Karl Bollers. In this universe it is young Matt, rather than Elektra’s father, who is killed during the hostage situation at Columbia University. The Hand, who are aware of Matt’s abilities and training, steal his body and resurrect him to fight for them. Taking on the moniker “The Advocate” (because of course he does), he performs the Hand’s dirty work for years until crossing paths once more with Elektra– now a SHIELD agent– who must put aside the knowledge of who he once was in order to take him down.

Elektra: “I’m here to stop you.”

Matt: “From doing what? Bringing order to chaos? Imagine these widowmakers without my guidance. You’re still holding onto the ideals of youth. Your father raised you in a sheltered, protected bubble allowing you limited contact with the rest of the world. Clouded your thoughts with fairy tale notions of ‘good’ and ‘evil’.”

[What If? Daredevil VS Elektra by Karl Bollers, Rafael Kayanan, and Lovern Kindzierski]

It’s a straightforward (albeit quite nuanced) Elektra/Matt role reversal, and given the core concept of Earth-65– in which a tragically dead past love switches places with her superhero counterpart– we were originally expecting Spider-Gwen Matt’s situation to be similar.

We learn, via his character page at the end of Spider-Gwen vol. 2 #3, that Earth-65 Matt has the same basic origin story as his 616 counterpart, though he isn’t trained by Stick until after Jack’s death. An unspecified amount of time later, the Hand kill Stick and adopt Matt, finishing his training and inducting him into their ranks. By the time we first meet him in Edge of Spider-Verse #2 he has become the leader of the western branch of the Hand, and has used his power and influence to take over Wilson Fisk’s criminal dealings while he’s in prison. As in Daredevil VS Elektra, here we have a Hand-trained, Hand-allied Matt who operates as an assassin.

[Spider-Gwen vol. 1 #5 by Jason Latour, Robbi Rodriguez, and Rico Renzi]

However, there’s clearly a power difference between these two universes. “Advocate” Matt, while technically the leader of the Hand, was brainwashed by his resurrection and operates as a tool to do the Hand’s bidding– while Earth-65 Matt is calling the shots, living a full life, and shows no signs of brainwashing whatsoever. There’s no crisis of conscience and, beyond his affiliation with Fisk, no hint of anyone pulling his strings behind the scenes. He acts solely for his own benefit, offering aid when it best suits him and daring others to compromise their morals by accepting it. He’s a proud ninja/assassin/mob boss/sleazy lawyer, and he doesn’t care who knows it.

Matt: “’Kingpin’?! Moi?! Captain, I’m just a blind servant of justice. Why, I can’t even dress myself.”

[Spider-Gwen vol. 2 #5 by Jason Latour, Chris Visions, and Rico Renzi]

The obvious question is, then, how did he end up this way? What is the X factor on Earth-65 that turned its Matt willingly villainous? To start, he’s one of those characters whose past has always contained the potential for a super villain origin. There’s even a famous Frank Miller quote about it. Were it not for his optimism and strength of spirit, and his devotion to law and justice, Matt very well could have pulled an Elektra and just given up on humanity. That’s a core part of Elektra’s character concept actually– a demonstration of how someone very like Matt could end up on a non-heroic path. (We wrote a whole post about this, for anyone who wants the rambly details.) In fact, 65 Matt’s situation is much more similar to 616 Elektra’s than that of the other evil Matt, discussed above.

One key difference between the 616 and 65 realities is Matt’s support system, or– more specifically– the destruction of it. Young Earth-65 Matt suffers the loss of not one, but both of his parents (616 Matt was raised thinking Maggie was dead, so was never faced with the actual trauma of losing her. To extend this tangent, while we’re here in the parentheses, it’s interesting to note that 65 Maggie is still alive. Did she ever come out of the coma? Is she going to reappear? Are we going to get awkward mother/evil son bonding? Jason Latour, are you reading this?)

Then he is taken in by Stick, who is apparently an all-out vigilante crimefighter in this universe. 65 Stick would have been much more of a parental figure to Matt than his 616 counterpart– who was parental to a certain degree, but wasn’t Matt’s sole source of emotional support due to Jack still being around. Note that at this point 65 Matt is still a moral person, operating in what must have been a sidekick role. But then Stick is killed, a third parental figure lost, leaving him alone. The timing on the character bio is a little shaky, but if we go ahead and assume that the timeline is 616-based, Matt would have been in college– and there’s no mention of any other contacts or friends he might have had at this point. No connection to Foggy, as far as we know, who we’re convinced was instrumental in keeping him focused and grounded in the main continuity.

Foggy: “You’ve gotta snap out of it, Matt… like your dad would’ve wanted! We’ll be graduating soon… and I want you to join me, Matt… as my partner!”

[Daredevil vol. 1 #53 by Roy Thomas, Gene Colan, and Artie Simek]

Another possibility– since Foggy does exist in this universe– is that they did know each other, but had some kind of falling-out. Who knows? Either way, faced with this absolute isolation, it makes some sense that 65 Matt would have seen the Hand as the only place left to go.

We’re short on details about his time training with the Hand, but his flippant reference to having been “raised by ninjas” (in Spider-Gwen vol. 2 #5) suggests that he does think of them as family. If brainwashing was involved, it was very subtle, but at that point it may not even have been necessary. The Hand would have offered him a purpose, a direction, and an opportunity to make something of himself– all offers that would have appealed to a seemingly directionless Matt. They would have offered him empowerment– both literal and metaphorical– which is something Matt has always strived for, regardless of the universe. Seeing a hero like Stick fail might have colored his perception of how effective good guy justice could be. And the loss of everyone he has previously cared for could have hardened young Matt enough to allow him, in conjunction with his Hand training, to suppress his respect for human life.

It’s tough to say at this point whether or not he’ll get a redemption arc, but his current trajectory makes it seem unlikely. Unless this has all been an act to cover up for some bigger scheme yet to be revealed, he hasn’t shown any signs that he’s at all interested in redemption. The criminal thing seems to be working out very well for him, and as charming and entertaining as he his, he hasn’t yet displayed any in-universe redeeming qualities. He wouldn’t have any desire or motivation to become a good guy at this point because he just keeps winning.

Gwen: “But… why?”

Matt: “I don’t know. Why not? Because I can? Or maybe it’s just that the season is the reason. The “why” doesn’t matter. All that matters is– now I’m your only hope for being Spider-Woman. And that’s fun, right? Like having your own personal Santa Claus.”

[Spider-Gwen vol. 2 #15 by Jason Latour, Robbi Rodriguez, and Rico Renzi]

But it’s also entirely possible that this could change. His seemingly positive upbringing, and the superhero training he received from Stick, suggests that he was once a moral person. There’s been a trend in this series of exploring villains’ motivations, often as a way of paralleling Gwen’s personal journey. Harry Osborn and Jesse Drew received this treatment, as– to a certain degree– did Frank Castle and Mysterio. Evil Cindy Moon’s motivations are clear, even if she’s still very much an antagonist. Heck, we even got a bit of Bodega Bandit’s life story. If Matt sticks around (which he clearly will) and as Gwen starts to spend more time with him, it’s likely his backstory will start to make its way into the narrative. At the very least, we might get a sense of exactly why he’s so interested in recruiting Spider-Woman, which could involve more than simply wanting a powerful pawn to play with. This would open the door for a more complex understanding of his motivations, if not a full redemption arc. That, we feel, would require his plans to start failing him, and for the cushy life he’s been leading as a villain to develop some cracks.

Currently, he seems to have four points of potential weakness: S.I.L.K., George Stacy’s upcoming trial, Fisk, and Gwen herself. Despite Matt’s current *cough* truce with Cindy, S.I.L.K. is still his biggest rival for power in the criminal underworld– and they could very easily turn on him. We honestly doubt Matt will have any trouble with the trial, if it even ends up happening at all, but it’s fun to imagine D.A. Foggy Nelson kicking him around the courtroom a bit, isn’t it? We also don’t know how Fisk feels about Matt having taken over as Kingpin, or whose idea the transition of power even was. Once he gets out of prison, is Fisk going to want his job back? And of course, at some point Gwen is going to find the power and leverage to start fighting against Matt’s blackmail. She is the hero, after all, and it’s practically guaranteed that she will beat him in the end. And who knows where that might lead?

As one final tangent, we wanted to point out the “Skills/Talents” section of 65 Matt’s character bio:

“Skills/Talents: Murdock’s superhuman abilities give him a unique synthesis between his motor reflexes and the outside world– particularly a refined motor control and sense of balance. Little is yet known about the extent of Murdock’s ninja training during his time abroad, though his command of both his powers and respect of the ninjas in his employ suggest that he not only completed his training, but thrived.”

616 Matt received only basic ninja training– which was more than enough to turn him into a badass, of course, but which also left him locked out of a lot of the upper level, magic-based Chaste/Hand skills. But here we have a version of Matt who has reached his full potential. High level Hand ninjas can do all sorts of cool things, from bringing people back from the dead to taking over the minds of others… and we are really excited to see what kinds of tricks 65 Matt has up his sleeve.

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