#gwen stacy deserves worse

[marveldcfan105]

Spider-Man Facts!

GWEN STACY AND BLACK CAT ARE TOXIC!

MARY JANE WATSON IS BETTER!

FUCK GWEN AND FELICIA! SUPPORT MARY JANE!

I NEVER liked Gwen Stacy! I used to like Black Cat, but all the hate and disrespect towards Mary Jane made me disapprove of Black Cat and Peter/Spidey with other females which is why Mary Jane is the ONLY one for Peter in FUCKING truth!

I HATE GWEN STACY!

I HATE BLACK CAT!

I LOVE MARY JANE WATSON!

[chaoticsomeone]

ATSV CHARACTERS REACT TO

Shadow Summoner reader create shadowed area filled with Volcras, bloodthirsty monsters. To trap a villain

Enjoy!!

You were walking out of the shadowed area you created out of annoyance and anger. Eyes pure black after you used your powers. Only to suddenly fall crying feeling guilty, knowing the villain will die and you can't do anything about it.

Miles Morales

Hugs you

Reassures you slowly

"It's their fault they mentioned your pain"

"They deserved it"

(Romantic) he kisses you, then whispered words to reassure you ane calm you down.

*platonic he kissed your forehead saying "shhh, calm down.."

Promising to help you control your powers better

He creates some jokes and tries his best to make you smile

He was secretly very much frightened

Miles - 42

doesnt caee what happened to the villain

He listened to your rambling

Kissing you to calm you down, hugging and patting your back.

He promises that he wouldn't care about the villain and he would do anything for you

Gwen Stacy

Her first thought was to report to Jess

When she saw you fall and cried, she hang up on Jess to run to you.

She was thankful she hanged up, you could've been in so much more trouble.

She asked you to explain what had happened

You told her everything, the volcras, the villain being tortured and attacked bit by bit. And your guilt.

She holds you close to her chest saying

"I know your guilt. I killed Peter."

"You deserved to kill him"

"You were blinded, its alright"

You knew she was afraid as her voice was unstable

Hobie Brown

Not shocked

He knew you were capable

Yet he was worried the moment you started sobbing

He held your hand as he is patting your back.

Jess was calling

He didnt bother picking up, all he cared about now was comforting you

He did his best to reason that what you did was right

Peter Parker "Dad figure"

Runs to you

Holding you up to his side

Pats your back and ruffles your hair

Tells you its alright

Promises to protect you

Promises to be by yourside

He made sure you had no injuries

Even a scratch would worry him

He put his hand abit into the shadow

Asks you about it more

Listens and tells you its alright and that its a pure accident.

Pavitr Prabhakar

Runs to you faster than everyone else

Thinking your hurt

After you explained he was afraid

He took a step back

But when you look into his eyes he doesnt care abt anything besides helping you now

He promised to treat you to Chai with Gayatri and Him (can be romantic or platonic)

You agreed then slowly was brought to your feet.

You smiled at him

He now has started rambling how its the villains fault

SpiderNoir and Peni

Wows and gasps

Peni was first to run to you when you started crying

Spidernoir was trying to piece things together.

These two hugged you

They both went on to talk about their mistakes and said its alright

And how its partly the villain's fault

Peni and Him then told you that they'd create a power dampener just incase you would need it.

Miguel O'Hara

Angry as hell

"THIS IS NOT CANNON" and whatnot

Jess and the others defended you

He got angry and casted you out

He slowly realized his mistake

How you were experiencing what he felt

Guilt

Pain

Regret

He ended up talking to you and promising to not get angry so quickly again.

Lyla

She can't do much besides call for Jess

But she will still talk to you

She showed you how Miguel did wayyyy worse

She showed you Miguel's mistakes and bad photos to make you smile

You laughed a few times, she was glad

She dissapeared when Jess arrived

But you could see from her eyes that she cared

Jessica Drew "Mom"

At first she was confused and worried

When you fell and sobbed she ran to you

Asks you whats wrong

You told her everything

Her eyes seemed scared for a moment.

She doesnt care for now what happened she was just now trying to comfort you

She tells stories when she accidentally killed her first villain/person

She promises to help defend you against Miguel

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Just reread Gwen and her father's scene in the ATSV and it's worse than I can imagine.

George Stacy did not deserve forgiveness. He's a fucking manchild.

Like sir, anyone ever tell you you deserve to have your ass beat? Cause you deserve to have your ass beat. You deserve a guitar to the dome.

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Why not me? | Hirai Momo x Kim Jiyoung

Momo knew she liked Jia. She knew it from the day they met on SIXTEEN, she knew it from the way she saw how Jia danced so effortlessly, she knew it when she was eliminated from SIXTEEEN but her first thought was about Jia instead of how long she trained. She was overjoyed when she got added back to the lineup but one of the main reasons she was so happy was because it meant she would get to debut with Jia. She didn’t care what would happen as long as she could have Jia she didn’t care.

She remembers how she felt when Jia told her about how she kissed Seulgi. She felt hurt. Seulgi didn’t deserve Jia, she didn’t even know Jia’s favorite color, her favorite food, or even her sister’s names! but Momo did. Momo knew almost everything about Jia from her favorite color to her Spiderman obsession, if anything Momo was willing to get a matching Spiderman tattoo with Jia (if she could find a good one that is.) despite all of this, she still decided to support Jia. She still wants Jia to be happy after all. And besides, who knows? maybe Jia and Seulgi would just be a hook up instead of something serious…right?

How wrong she was. Seulgi and Jia not only started dating but they caught dating as well. Which also led to Jia being outed as a lesbian. Momo saw everything they said about her and Seulgi, it made her mad seeing people’s reactions but the love and support the 2 got counteracted the hate in a way. She was happy for Jia but jealous wishing it was her and Jia instead of her and Seulgi.

How she wished fans were saying their congratulations about her and Jia’s relationship more than anything. She wondered how Jia’s lips would feel on her own, wishing that her hugs were more than just normal hugs, she wished that she could hold Jia close against her, breathing in her perfume. She noticed how Jia’s hair got longer since Seulgi apparently liked her even more like that, Momo thought her long hair was beautiful but she did miss her signature short hair. She did love how Jia’s hair was so long it was nearly to her waist, she imagined what it would be like to run her hands in Jia’s hair as she kissed her or how it would feel to have Jia hold her while Momo’s fingers massaged her scalp.

She still remembers the day Seulgi broke up with Jia. She remembers how bad of a breakdown Jia had, her screams being heard all over the dorm. The loud sobs Jia had let out that day will forever haunt her. It took Jia a while to get over Seulgi and Momo was there to help her every step of the way, when Jia would sob at night Momo made sure to be there to hold her. When she saw that Jia had cut her hair she supported it, she briefly understood Jia’s need of control so she understood why Jia did this, instead of giving her a shocked look like Chaeyoung and Tzuyu did she just hugged Jia supporting her. She looked like herself again, her Jia and not the Jia that Seulgi wanted her to be.

Momo sat in Jia’s room on her bed. She usually sat in there with Jia finding the girl’s presence comforting, this time was a bit different though. Her usual clean room did not look as clean as usual, it wasn’t messy but it was clear what had taken place here. A pile of clothes Jia had attempted to shove with her own but they stood out like a sore thumb to Momo since she knew what all of Jia’s clothes looked like.

Multiple bracelets were on her nightstand, as well as a few lip glosses, none of these items belonged to Jia. They didn't blend in with the rest Jia’s stuff like her tattoo gun that she somehow managed to keep a secret from Jihyo, they didn’t blend in like the Spiderman posters she had on her walls or the random pictures of Gwen Stacy she had, they just stood out worse like something that didn’t belong. The worst thing that was there was the bright lip glosses and polaroids, Momo knew that the lip glosses and polaroids were nowhere near Jia’s.

Jia hated bright lipstick and lipglosses since she felt like it clashed with her style and how sticky they can get, the lip glosses also had a fruity scent that she knew Jia hated the smell of since she claimed it gave her headaches at times. The polaroids were obviously not Jia’s, Jia liked polaroids but she liked being the one taking them. Momo liked when Jia took pictures of her since to her Jia really knew how to capture the beauty of something in a single frame even if she would sometimes flip the camera upside down as a way to say that Spiderman took them (something Momo found cute.) She still remembers the day she saw what was really on those polaroids.

she still wasn’t sure what made her pick them up that one day, but she did and the sight of what was on the pictures made her feel sick. A picture that was shaken obviously not taken by Jia but someone else, she was more focused on what it was Jia and the girl were doing in the photo. Jia’s hand was on the lower part of the girls jaw kissing her making Momo feeling sick with a desire of wanting that to be her but also hating the sight. She’d suspected that Jia was hooking up with someone knew after Vivi but she wasn’t sure who but this all confirmed all her suspicions. The cube logo in the background told her it was the cube practice room along with a small appearance of Sooyoung — Jia’s younger sister — her back to them talking with Miyeon, seemingly unaware of what her older sister was doing.

Momo had noticed the way Jia would smirk when someone brought up CLC specifically Sorn, she had noticed the way Sorn had started following Jia on instagram sometimes commenting on the girls pictures. And with this picture it showed Momo that Jia’s current fling was Sorn.

“Are you ok?” Jia’s voice snapped Momo out of her thoughts. Momo nodded, hoping Jia would drop it but instead she moved closer to Momo. She shifted uncomfortably but calmed down feeling Jia’s fingers brush against her cheek moving a few hairs out of her face, the action was so gentle and almost intimate Momo felt her face heat up while Jia smirked slightly.

“Did you hear what I asked you or were you too busy starring at how beautiful I am?” Momo shook her head making Jia chuckle “I was wondering if you wanted to get Jokbal with me and Nayeon tonight? she asked me and we all know how much you love it.” Wow. She remembered her favorite food, sure it was no secret it was her favorite but still. The fact Jia knew naturally made her fall for her even deeper than she realized.

Momo nodded scared to speak because if she did she was scared that it might not come out the way she wanted, Jia smiled giving Momo’s thigh a small tap as she left the room. Momo sighed when she was sure that Jia had left. She loved Jia more than she had originally thought and wished that Jia would only love her back.

[thevoidstaredback]

Here's my thoughts during the Amazing Spider-Man 2

Tis a sad movie, I know that.

I'm fully prepared to be sad.

I wanted to watch this yesterday, but we didn't get around to it.

They should'a finished the trilogy.

A shame they didn't.

"Are those sirens?"

"...no."

Iconic.

Whistling his own theme song like he's walking in the park.

Stan Lee Cameo!!

Love Aunt May

Poor Peter, hallucinating Cop Dad Stacy

That is a lot of momentum changing on a dime, both forward and downward.

Max is a little.......

He gave Peter his title as Amazing, though.

Poor Max. It's his birthday and he's stuck at work.

Max deserves better.

Singing happy birthday to himself.

Oh, shit! Max!!

I forgot he's Electro...

Board member, beating around the bush.

Harry, saying like it is.

Harry and Peter are friends?!

The further I get into this movie, the more I realize I don't remember anything about it.

Their friendship makes me smile.

He's so in love with her.

She friend zoned him.

It's deserved, honestly.

Poor Max. So very confused.

And now he's hearing voices. At least his voices have a really cool song/chant. A step up from The Lizard's.

Why do all of Spidey's villains hear voices?

Red string works the best for conspiracy boards, but red tape works, too, I guess.

Love that the Spider-Man theme song is Peter's ringtone.

He said the thing!! (The words to the theme song)

And now Harry's asking Peter to get Spider-Man's blood. Awkward.

I keep forgetting that Peter takes pictures of himself for the Daily Bugel.

Poor Peter. Stuck behind a rock and a hard place.

Look at Harry giving relationship advice to Gwen.

Why did they think that shocking Electro would be a good idea? His whole power is electricity!

May's under a lot of stress.

The Roosevelt D-Train is pretty cool.

Harry said the magic words and now Electo is on his side. I wonder his reaction if he finds out his bestie Peter is Spider-Man?

That's a lot of flashing lights.

Like. A lot. I've had close my eyes three times..

Harry's the Green Goblin!!

Peter and Gwen are so cute together. I love them.

It'd be a damn shame if something happened to either of them.

Megaphone straight to the ear!

What if Aunt May and Ma Kent met? Can you imagine? I think they'd get on spectacularly.

I did not pay enough attention in science classes. I had to ask why Electro's weakness is water. Water conducts electricity, but it also shorts it out.

Gwen, honey. I told you that you run when people tell you to run. I don't care if you're the love interest, that only makes it worse for you. We all know the love interest has defective plot armor!

Electro is resolved and the airplanes didn't collide. Yay!

The movie's not over yet, though.

Green Goblin! Harry!

Oh, no.

He's not taking the news of Peter being Spiderman very well....

Word things better, Peter! I'm begging you!

Gwen!

Peter!

Harry..!

That clocktower is gonna be off forever now.

Gwen!!!!!!!!!!

I'll cry.

Catch her!

He doesn't catch her in time...

He can't follow her anymore.....

He has her speech!😭😭

Hey, look! It's Rhino!

Brave kid. Stupid, but brave.

Hey, look! It's Spider-Man!

You wanna know why they didn't continue the Amazing Spider-Man series? Because the second movie didn't sell as well as they wanted it to. I'm upset.

[ciegeinc]

Movie Review...Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

(5/5) So the worse part about this movie is that it is not live action.  That is literally it. How is the best representation of Spider-Man on the big screen an animation? After three different actors, three different stories and the one that outshines them all is the animated one? Do you only think this story can be told in animation form? I need answers now!!! I want this live action...it deserves to be.  

With just two films Miles Morales has eclipsed all other Spider-Man films. The story is the strongest part of the Miles Morales version of Spider-Man.  It was even stronger in this second film. You get this jovial kinda campy villian origin creation story that then leads the hero and characters down a more serious character development path for Miles.  

As the plot progressed and more truths were revealed the story got even better.  Spots, one of the antagonist, tone even changed as he got stronger. That represented the change in tone of the story.  This was like a combination of Loki meets The Flashpoint Paradox.  They are not right for the cliffhanger (ended like a great anime episode) at the end but just like the first film I want to know more about Miles as well as Spider Man 2099.

I am still not a fan of the style of animation just like the first film but at this point in the franchise its just something I have to accept. This might be the old man in me talking but it just hurts my eyes.  Now this other note is showing my age as well.  When Punk Spider-Man was speaking I needed sub titles. When British people be comfortable and lay on the accent real heavy I need subtitles (Like the film Rock N Rolla).  Their accent and the slang together...nope (lol).

Miles Morales has now set the bar to a new height for Spider-Man films.  My favorite up to this point was still Spider Man 2 but Across the Spider-Verse is now my favorite Spider Man movie and Miles Morales is my favorite Spider-Man.  

After reuniting with Gwen Stacy, Brooklyn's full-time, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is catapulted across the Multiverse, where he encounters a team of Spider-People charged with protecting its very existence. However, when the heroes clash on how to handle a new threat, Miles finds himself pitted against the other Spiders. He must soon redefine what it means to be a hero so he can save the people he loves most.

[localwebslingers]

@gwenblin asked: “ you do not deserve to have nice things. ”

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This felt like a sick joke, a nightmare. Something that his own mind twisted and warped together after jumbling the memories badly enough that Peter couldn't even define reality anymore. One that made his chest tighten and twist, like it was going to tear itself apart either from shocked grief or disbelieving anger. In the few seconds he was looking at Gwen Stacy, standing there in front of him and not just looking back from an old photo, he wasn't sure what to make of it. Even less with what she was wearing, the way his senses were buzzing with DANGER enough to know this had to be real which only made the realization worse. The way her voice sounded so close to the one he remembered but there was something dark in it. Something violent.

Something green...

He'd moved onto the ceiling, out of physical reach, as soon as she'd made a move, "You know that seems to be a common opinion among you Goblins. You guys all working off of the same manual or are you just that uncreative?" he countered back down to her, forcing himself to ignore the way that his chest twisted again. Peter didn't know what was worse, that this could be a nightmare or that it was real life, "...what happened to you, Gwen?"

[spider-ink]

Let's skip to the issue right after George Stacy's death.

ISSUE 91 VOLUME 1

In the previous issue a bunch of civilians witnessed Doc Ock destroy a building, causing chunks of it to fall and hit Captain Stacy instead of a little boy (it was an accident on Ock's part, but they don't know). The fault should've fallen on Otto yet, somehow, EVERYBODY believes that it is Spider-Man's fault. The writer justified it by saying it was a Twist of fate, magically everyone thinks Spider-Man is a killer.

How is this not the equivalent, if not worse, than what Zeb Wells has done in his recent (horrible) run? At least the Fantastic Four had half an excuse to be angry at Peter for breaking into their building, stealing a dangerous reactor and attacking them. I say half only because they (especially Reed and Johnny) should've understood his situation and reasoning.

Beyond that, I've seen many people say that Gwen supported a white supremacist, yet seem to forget/ignore/not know that someone else briefly supported and said some very worrying things.

In this issue, JJJ states various times how he doesn't really like the Liberal ideologies and, worse, he states that it was better back in the '30s, with all the fascist ideologies. JJJ says this to the face of his assistant Robbie, a black man, that he doesn't care about Bullit's other beliefs, as long as he can crush Spider-Man. Rightfully, Robbie isn't happy in the slightest about this.

Believing that Peter doesn't support her in her weakest moment, Gwen immediately takes the path of revenge, wanting Spider-Man to be behind bars, and seeks out Sam Bullet who she assumed to be a good man because her father knew him back when he was a cop. Now, her obvious line of thought seems to be: My father was a good cop = All cops are good, which we know isn't true.

Sam Bullit plays on Gwen's recent pain from her father's death, makes a grand speech about anarchists and implies that Spider-Man is one of them and he is ready to bring him to justice (just as Gwen wants).

ISSUE 92

After finding Gwen and Bullit in his apartment, Peter does his hero reputation no help and plays right into Bullit's hand, taking away Gwen Stacy, making everyone think that after killing her father, he's after her too.

To save the day are Robbie and Peter, who, after finding out about all of Bullit's actions behind the scenes tells JJJ and, this time, he says the Bugle doesn't support white supremacists.

What bugs me off is that the only woman who plays a major role in those two issues immediately falls for Bullit's charade and can't seem to see past it yet the other three men who have important roles know it is all a ruse and, most of all, know and come to know that Sam Bullit is a white supremacist. It seems to play on the belief that women don't know much about politics.

Anyway, to sum it up: Gwen wasn't supporting a white supremacist, she thought she was supporting someone who believed Spider-Man, her father's "killer", was mocking the law and deserved to be put in prison.

[digitallovergirl]

　　PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS! . . . ⯎

🎨🕸 ₊˚⊹♫ . . . ASTV Characters x Artist! Reader

this includes: miles morales (both 1610 and 42,) hobie brown, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar, peni parker, peter b parker, and margo kess!

authors note: yes, this was the secret option. From the poll. As an artist of many kinds myself, of course I had to do this!! I've also wanted to do something astv related since I do plan on rewatching the movie (which means the intense interest will come back with it!) sooooo, if you guys like this one, I'll probably do more <3

warnings: none

1610! Miles G. Morales is the type of boyfriend who would hype up your art 24/7. Like, of course any of the people in the spider society would hype their partner art, but Miles knows from a personal level how hard it can be to show your art (because it takes a certain level of confidence that not all artists have.) So whenever you decide to show it to him, it goes like this:

"Hey, Miles? I finished this painting and I-"

"Show me it. My eyes would like to be blessed."

42! Miles G. Morales would wait until your commissions are open (if you do those, ofc,) just so he could request for you to draw you and him together. He would also pay more than he's supposed to and would not allow you to pay him back because he is a firm believer that you deserve the world and paying over the limit isn't even the worse thing he has done.

Hobie Brown is SKILLED at annoying you/distracting you while you're being your artist activities. He doesn't' do it to actually throw you off, he does it because it gives him an opportunity to see what you're working on that day. It also gives him a reason to just... hug you—because even you seem to forget how long you send in the studio

I feel like Pavitr Prabhakar is the type to learn how to do anything art related. From the terms to painting, he wants to be able to have long conversations about the things you like. And despite you already doing that, he likes being able to respond and agree on certain things. So if that means he gets to learn more things while doing so? you can bet he will do it.

Gwen Stacy would be the one try to stay up with you while you draw. Especially if you are a night owl (or if you're in art school and you have to stay up to finish an assignment,) the two of you just ended up chilling until Gwen not-so-secretly falls asleep. #gwenisn'tanightowl

Margo Kess, being the high-tech girl she is, is getting you the best art supplies she can from her universe. Every time you go to see her, she just smiles and hands you a bunch of supplies because she likes how you react each and every time.

Peni Parker will literally do everything in her power to get you references. I mean, this girl is willing to go into dangerous places just to get you a rock if you need one. She'll even be willing to sit down and use her for a pose reference, as long as you let her talk your ear off a little while you do so.

Peter B Parker is showing off every piece of art you make. Even though sometimes it is a little over the top, you know that he is trying to show how proud and amazed of what you make to his friend and family.

[yelspyder]

˚‧⁺.-“Hugs? Hugs!” .｡*ﾟ+*｡

↳ summary: how the atsv characters hug you

↳ characters: Miles Morales, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara

↳ Gn! Reader

↳ notes: this will probably (definitely) not be my type of writing, it will be something more rare, but I just had no idea what to post and I desperately want to embrace these characters and give them the love they deserve.

Miles is so shy! He just doesn't want to scare or give you a bad impression. The moment you suggest hugs, this boy becomes the shyest, but happiest, boy in the world. I feel like he would normally want to be the big spoon. At first, Miles wouldn't know what to do, but then he would pull you to his chest while resting his chin on the back of your neck. If you fall asleep on him, he might not know what to do for a while, but he might (he will) start to admire you while you sleep.

You would have a ray of sunshine all over you the moment you suggest a hug to Pavitr. The boy is so happy to be able to hug you that he can't help but tease your flushed face. He always wanted to hug you! He just didn't do it because he was afraid of overstepping your limits. He always has his arms around you, and would rather be the big spoon, but no problem being the small spoon sometimes! When he gets more intimate with you, Pavitr can and will cup your face while leaving small kisses across your cheeks and forehead.

After a tiring day, all Gwen wants to do is throw herself at you and bury her face in your neck. Just, please, stroke her hair and speak little words of affirmation to her. She'll be so happy, even though she won't show it. Normally, Gwen would rather be the little spoon, but things can vary when you need comfort. Having her hand gently held while circular patterns are calmly traced on her back works wonders for Gwen. Every time you start placing small kisses on her cheeks, she will hide her flushed face in your neck so you can't see her face, and it would be the cutest thing you would see all day.

Miguel is like a big teddy bear for hugs (please don't tell me I'm the only one who thinks that). He would be the big spoon and nothing can change it. That way, he can feel that you are safe and that he can really protect you, like nothing can separate you, so please, let him have that moment of relaxation. It would also be one of the rare moments you'd see his relaxed expression on his face, and sometimes, you might even catch a small smile (he'll deny it). If someone interrupts or a problem arises during the cuddle session, he'll leave to sort it out with a worse than usual scowl on his face, and he will do it in record time so he can be back as soon as possible.

[laismoura-art]

Harumi is Mortal Kombat's Gwen Stacy.

I mean, worse than Gwen Stacy, because we actually got to meet Gwen before her tragic death, but Harumi? I know zero to nothing about her!

But this comparison got me thinking: If Harumi is Gwen Stacy for Hanzo's Peter Parker then...

When will Harumi get the Spider Gwen treatment?

Where's that watercolour reality where Harumi became Scorpion instead of Hanzo? Where she became the hero instead of fall in love with the hero?

Where is that bittersweet but love felt story where Scorpion!Harumi loses her Hanzo but then years later she meets with an Alt version of Scorpion!Hanzo (who obviously lost his Harumi) and they get to talk about their grief and guilt towards the other's death.

They talk about how they still think they are to blame for the other's death, how they took responsibility for these tragedies even though they were beyond their control.

"It was not your fault. Or your responsibility." They will tell each other "you did all you could, you don't deserve to keep on suffering any longer." They will say these kind words to one another, kind words they never managed to tell themselves. It is always easy to forgive others than too forgive yourself.

Then they will make an agreement, he will have her back and she will have his, they will protect each other the way they always hoped to.

And together they will heal and move on.

Okay, but everyone keeps saying "Poor Honzo", "He can't catch a break" and I'm sitting over here like "Poor Harumi". Because she gets killed mercilessly in every damn thing she's in. She could just be sitting there, existing, and the writers just go "Not today bitch". Who the hell did she piss off so much that they want her dead in every excruciating way possible. In Scorpion's invasion cutscene, they literally made the most cruel and sadistic ways to kill her. Like, when will it end? lol

[marveldcfan105]

Spider-Man Facts and Truth

Gwen Stacy and Black Cat deserved worse!

Mary Jane Watson deserved better!

[traincat]

Traincat, help me make sense of this. So Norman never actually slept with Gwen because “she was too classy for [him]” and he actually slept with a Life Model Decoy of Gwen? Harry has always been dead but Harry uploaded his personality into an AI and that AI constructed clones of himself that could genetically mutate into Gwen or Sarah Stacy? Speaking of which, Sarah and Gabriel were cloned over and over again and Sarah/Gwen and Harry are somehow both Kindred? Why am I doing math with this reveal? What the fuck is going on? I knew that completely skipping the Clone Saga and Sins Past would come back to bite me but what the fuck?

Wednesday spoilers for everything from here, but like, let me just say right off the bat: I don't think I can help anyone out with this one because it is honestly just that bad. It's just like. I keep trying to put into words my thoughts about this -- and I did tackle a few of them on Twitter earlier re: the "too classy" bit -- but it's just like Spencer (or whoever is ghost writing for Spencer at this point? I heard somewhere he's already out?) was like "how can I tell a Spider-Man story that's extremely convoluted and also worse than anything Slott could come up with" and then, somehow, stuck the landing.

An illustration of how I've felt since reading this issue on Wednesday. It's retcons of retcons of retcons up in here and, despite that fact that Sins Past, a famously disliked arc, is now more or less out of canon finally, I don't actually feel like we've actually improved anything. Do you know how hard it is to take a story where Gwen Stacy has twins with Norman Osborn, say actually that never happened, and leave me going, "this isn't actually better though?" Like I almost feel like it deserves some kind of award. Do we have a Razzies for comics. This needs a Razzie for comics.

To take it from the top, for those not in the know -- Sins Past is probably one of the most controversial Spider-Man stories ever written, one which retcons early Spider-Man canon by saying that Gwen and Norman had twins who aged up to adulthood in only a few short years because of comic book science and also they're French assassins. I have a longer write up on it with my thoughts on it here. It's a complicated piece of storytelling that's mostly viewed as "not canon" by many hardcore fans, and also by the writer, who originally wanted the twins to be Gwen's children with Peter before editorial requested the change in the story. Fantastic. Another amazing showing from Marvel editorial. Anyway, in Sins Past, the twins, Sarah and Gabriel, who are aging abnormally fast because of the Goblin serum, return to New York to try to kill Peter for reasons. It's like -- it's not good, but it's written by a very good Spider-Man writer, so at the very least Peter and Mary Jane are in character the whole way through. The twins show up in two subsequent stories, the Sins Remembered: Sarah's Story arc of Spectacular Spider-Man, and the Amazing Spider-Man: American Son miniseries (not to be confused with the Amazing Spider-Man arc of the same name). General fan opinion has been that the whole thing should probably have been retconned out years ago. Not like this, granted. Not like this.

For the record, I really don't think reading The Clone Saga will help you understand what Spencer's just pulled. I will say that if you're suffering through this, The Clone Saga is going to be a piece of cake, because it's just long, it's not actually that convoluted, and also it doesn't completely suck. However, in understanding the cogs behind the Kindred storyline, it's probably important to know that Harry Osborn was originally supposed to be the big bad behind The Clone Saga before it was later changed to Norman. So there's been this big looming desire to make Harry this mastermind figure for decades now -- it's not a good desire, and I don't agree with it, but it's there and we all have to deal with it, I guess. This is sort of what Spencer's doing with the Kindred plot, except if you took all the themes of Spider-Man and any narrative coherency and put them in a sack and then ran over them repeatedly with a garbage truck and the garbage truck is this entire plot and it's also on fire. I'm sorry, I know this run gained a lot good will in the beginning by "hinting at the OMD reversal" and "not being written by Slott" but I think we're about 73 issues past that now and we have to admit that it's just not good, and worse -- I think it might be really, really toxic in how it handles female characters, from reducing MJ to a wide-eyed reactionary apparently brainwashed in therapy by one of her best friends, to turning Sarah Stacy, who is not a great character by any means but still, into a literal meat puppet for Evil Harry Osborn's purposes, to spinning an incident I've always read as, at best, dubiously consensual into Gwen being "too classy" to sleep with Norman. (Because 19yo girls being manipulated by their best friend's narcissistic fathers only happens to girls who aren't classy, clearly.) And it's like! For what! For not even a good plot!

It's like. Okay. As best as I can sum up the events here. Harry's been dead, yes, but since Norman sold his soul to the devil ages and ages ago in another terrible retcon, we get Kindred, somehow. So we've got the "fake" human Harry, Kindred, and then the Osborn AI, which to be fair is something that existed previously. To retcon out Sins Past, Spencer's run details that Harry had both Norman and for some inexplicable reason Mary Jane brainwashed for years into believing that, again, for some reason, Gwen had twins with Norman. What this would possibly get Harry is really unclear? Or why he would need MJ brainwashed for this too? Like I've always thought Mysterio was the key to retconning out Sins Past via brainwashing but like. Not like this. Anyway, to continue selling the Stacy twins illusion, again for reasons that make literally no sense, Harry created little baby clones of Gwen and I guess maybe himself? I guess? And the clones weren't stable which caused the accelerated aging so they just kept dying and he just kept making new ones. Great. Fantastic. I hate everything about this. And then Harry possessed Sarah's body in ASM #73 using the Chameleon's shapeshifting formula. Which is like. Something. There's something there, metaphorically, and in the framework of this there's no way it's not problematic, but here we are. Why are any of us doing math with this reveal. It's not good enough for us to be doing math. It's -- it's very hard to say that it is singularly the worst Spider-Man story I've ever seen, just because of the breadth of the canon we're talking about, but I do think the fact that Spencer has dragged the Kindred story about over SEVENTY ISSUES and this is apparently where it was heading the entire time may grant it that dubious honor. We all deserve financial compensation.

[heart-eye-harrington]

gwen stacy

Summary: Steve always hated how Spider-Man couldn’t save Gwen Stacy, but what will he do differently when put in the same situation?

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: Mild swearing, brief mentions of blood/injury, my not 100% accurate retelling of Spider-Man lure

A/N: Hi! I’ve loved this concept for so long that I really wanted to write it! It’s a bit lengthy but didn’t feel right to break it up. Let me know what you think! okay hope you have a good day, i love youuuuuuuu

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Peter Parker - the nerdy wallflower with a heart of gold. Greatness was thrust upon poor Peter when he was bitten by that radioactive spider. But what did he do with this greatness? Did he use it for his own benefit? No. He used his powers to help others, to protect the neighborhood, to look out for the little guy. He fought the evil in the world as one of the greatest heroes of all, but came home and was back to reality as plain Peter Parker again. There was still a boy under the mask; and a girl who loved him, with and without it on. He’d save the city, save civilians, and he’d save the girl; consistently proving that good would overcome evil and be rewarded. But that wasn’t always the case in life, even for Spider-Man. The fight started like many others, the bad guy had taken Spider-Man’s girlfriend and put her in the middle of the fight to slow Spider-Man’s attacks and distract him. Both powers found themselves falling into the routine brawl, until Green Goblin pushed Gwen Stacy from the top of the Brooklyn Bridge. Spider-Man shot a web in a desperate attempt to save her from the fall. Despite his efforts, she died, snapping her neck from the sudden shock. A deafening snap heard, dashing all hopes of her survival. Good had lost. Peter lost his first true love. Gwen was gone despite it all. 

The story of Gwen Stacy always infuriated Steve. When he was young and read the comic he was baffled. How could Spider-Man let that happen? He could save everyone and still lose one of the most important people in his life. It just wasn’t fair. Steve swore he would never let that happen to him, he would fight harder than anyone, even Spider-Man, for those he loved. 

As he got older, the childhood vow drifted to the back of his head. King Steve took its place. Basketball, girls, and kegs took its place. He was your average teen, prioritizing what you think will help you fit in and make you likable. 

His vow resurfaced when he found Nancy at the Byer’s house that November night. Carol and Tommy struck a match when they struck a nerve. 

Tommy tossed him a coke, letting him knew he owed him a buck fifty. Steve scoffed, because of course Tommy couldn’t just get him something without having to pay him back. Steve places the can to his injured eye, savoring the cool on his skin. The thumping in his head disappears for just a moment before being replaced with another, Carol and Tommy’s cruel jokes. Normally Steve would nod and laugh along, but this time something felt different. He really listened this time, to their claims that Jonathan killed his brother, that Nancy was a slut, and it just rubbed him the wrong way. It was as if they held a match, and he was the striker paper. They had rubbed so many times but this was the moment the match caught aflame.

“Carol, for one in your life can you shut your damn mouth?” Steve was shocked at the ease of his outburst, but not ashamed of it. It felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders. It felt good to get them to stop for once. 

“Hey, what’s your problem man?” Tommy demanded, he and Carol both taken aback at his sudden opposition. But the fire was burning and Steve had no intention of extinguishing it. 

“You’re both assholes, that’s my problem.” He saw he had befriended the heartless villains he swore to defeat, and worse, allowed himself to fall under their influences. He had to get as far away from them as possible and get back to the good in his life. He realized he needed to fight for good again, and that meant fixing his screw up with Nancy. She might be his Gwen Stacy, and he couldn’t sit back and watch as she slipped through his fingers. He messed up, and had to make things right. So he hopped in his car and sped off to his first crime of the day. After a few hours of scrubbing the paint on the marquee and volunteering to help with other odd jobs at the theatre, he sank into the driver’s seat and sighed. He knew what his next step needed to be, but just because you have a plan doesn’t make it easy. He turned the key, flicked on his headlights and headed to the Byer’s house. Tommy’s words echoing in his head, fueling the fire. 

“That’s right! Run away Stevie boy! Run away! Just like you always do! That’s right Harrington! 

Run away!” 

While Carol and Tommy may have struck the match, seeing the flickering lights inside the Byer’s house poured gasoline on the small fire in him. It burned through and melted the hard outer shell he had developed, and exposed the hero his younger self always thought he was inside. The brave boy who fought to protect those he loved. He ran into the house and helped Nancy and Jonathan. After that night, he became his very own Spider-Man. 

Time passed, but that night stayed with him. He kept his younger self in his mind more prominently. He did his best to be the best boyfriend he could be to Nancy, because that’s what she deserved. He did what he could for her, helping her with Barb and reminding her that none of what happened was her fault. Despite his best efforts, she slipped out of his grasp. Maybe it was all bullshit, but damn if he wouldn’t fight for her. He did fight, but not how he imagined. He had to grab his bat again and battle extra-dimensional creatures to protect kids he barely knew. He had a responsibility to protect them, something he quickly accepted and even embraced. He was their hero, fighting the monsters and evil. But, a reward didn’t come in the end. Nancy wasn’t his. He realized she never truly was. It took a while, but he accepted it, came to terms that his first love may have never loved him back, but that’s ok. She’s happy now and that’s all he could wish for her. With the gate to the Upside Down closed, his hero mask was hung up and bat hidden behind old clothes in his closet. Life went on. He graduated high school and got a summer job. Scoops Ahoy wasn’t a part of his ideal hero’s journey, but it paid the bills. 

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The last few cords of Queen’s Radio Gaga flow through the summer air before Steve turns the key, turning off his car. His chest rises and dramatically falls for no one but himself to see. He mustered up his energy before stepping out of his car. He blinked in the summer sunshine, taking a moment to enjoy how it warms his skin before being trapped in a prison of florescent lights for the next few hours. He drags his feet the entirety of the parking lot before reaching the doors. He adjusts the bag on his back containing his stupid sailor outfit as he makes his way to Scoops. He enters the ice cream parlor and heads to the back room. Just as he’s about to reach the door, it slams open in his face. Pain rushes to his nose and he’s doubled over, clutching it as a few choice words fall from his lips. The open door reveals you, grasping your own face in shock. You kneel down beside Steve, one hand delicately on his shoulder, not sure exactly what to do but wanting to comfort and help him. 

“Oh my God I am so sorry!” your voice coming across breathless in your startled state. Steve lifts his head just enough to let his eyes catch yours. There’s a moment of silence where you’re searching each other’s faces. Something washes over you, but you weren’t sure what it was yet. He sees your worry and distress and can’t help but feel sorry for you. 

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve been knocked in the head so many times, this is nothing.” he chuckles, but his words didn’t put your guilt at ease. 

“Please, let me help you. I know first aid.” Steve can’t find himself to say no, letting you guide him into the backroom to fuss over him. You lead him to the small table, guiding him to sit. As soon as you’re satisfied that he’s comfortable, you turn your back and scramble to get the supplies for his bleeding and probably bruised nose. He didn’t need to be coddled his much, but part of him enjoyed it. A small smile sneaks onto his face as you run a cloth under cold water, the first-aid kit tucked under your arm. You pull up a seat next to him, a serious and concerned look in your eyes. You lightly remove his hand from his nose and place a hand under his chin, turning his head better assessing the damage. 

“Do you feel any blood going down your throat?”

“No”

“Good. Then it’s only an anterior bleed. Posterior bleeds are typical for people who have had head injuries in the past and are a bit more serious. I was worried after you said you’ve gotten hit a few times in the past. I’m just gonna put the cold cloth over your nose, can you pinch it? You should be fine after about 10 minutes” You eyes examine his face to see if he understands, and can’t help but blush at sudden realization at how close you are.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you’re trained in first aid” his laugh is a bit nasally considering his plugged nose, causing your laugh to shake your chest a bit harder.

“What can I say? I thought it would be good with all the babysitting I did. But the kid I watched doesn’t need a sitter anymore, so here I can scooping ice cream.”

“Well, I guess this is one way to be introduced to your co-worker” 

“What can I say? I make a strong first impression.” You chuckle, but it’s short-lived as guilt pools in your gut. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Look, it’s fine, you fixed me up. So, what’s my nurse’s name so I may properly thank them?”  He extends his free hand, an olive branch. A playful smirk plays your lips, giving him your name and a proper handshake. 

From that moment on, there was an unspoken bond between the two of you, and you looked out for one another. Steve felt a sense of protectiveness over you, to make sure you were ok. It was always little things like making sure you took your breaks, shooting mean looks at creepy customers, or slipping you a banana when he knew you hadn’t eaten in a while. You’d do the same for him, telling Robin to give him a break after an exceptionally terrible attempt at getting a date or packing doubles of your lunch for him after seeing him eat smushed PB & J’s for the millionth time in a row.  

“Aww, did your mommy pack you apple slices? How cute.” Robin’s joking condescending tone brought a grin to both her and Steve’s faces. 

“No, they did.” He gestures to the counter where you stood scooping ice cream while your coworkers took a quick break. It was slow, so you volunteered to ‘man the ship’ so Steve and Robin could sit in the back room. They both peered at you through the crack Steve left in the sliding window. You were patiently listening to a little girl stumble through her order, sending her reassuring nods and smiles. You radiate positive energy like the sun, washing everything you touched in a warm light. Even from the brief interaction little girl felt it, Robin felt it, but Steve felt it most of all. The simplest actions would cause warmth to spread through his chest, occasionally rising to his checks if he thought about it too much. 

“Earth to Romeo, you’re staring” Robin’s words pull Steve from his trace, the familiar warmth amplified by her words. He ducks his head in a vain attempt to hide it, but he knows nothing gets past Robin. She glances back to you, oblivious to the situation happening behind you. She shakes her head and chuckles, deciding it would be more fun to watch the former king of Hawkins fumble over a girl than call him out. So she simply stands, giving him a small pat on the shoulder on her way out the swinging door open to join you at the counter. She gives you a hip bump, drawing a laugh, and sending Steve back into his trance.

“So, how’s the ship sailor?” 

“She’s in tip-top shape captain,” you tell Robin, saluting her and sending the two of you into giggles. You take a second to relish the moment. You would have never thought a summer job would give you two of your best friends. You’ve never laughed as hard as you did when at the ice cream parlor. You’re drawn from your thought when the bell on the counter rings. You turn to see three young teens staring intently at you. 

“Is Steve here?” the boy with black hair and pale skin asks. 

“He’s in the back on break. You guys ok?” you ask, seeing the discomfort on the youngest’s face

“Will scrapped his knee on the bike ride over and we just need a band-aid” the third boy, who you later learned was named Lucas responded, pointing to the youngest boy, whose name you learned was Will. 

“I can help you out! Come on.” You gesture for the three to follow you into the break room. You get Will to sit, and you squat before him and examine the injury. It doesn’t look bad at all, but there’s probably some dirt in the scrape. Your eyebrows knit together as you think of what to do, making sure to wipe them away before meeting Will’s eyes.

“I’m gonna get some hydrogen peroxide, just be sure it’s clean. We’ll get a band-aid on it and you’ll be good as gold.” Will’s expression relaxes from your comforting words. You rub his arm before going to grab the first aid kit. You hear Steve making small talk with the boys, asking them about what they’ve been up to and when Dustin will be back from camp. You feel your heart flutter at the tone the boys use, all so comfortable with each other. Hearing how good Steve is with them almost makes you sigh with joy. You turn back to Will, supplies in hand. You make sure you’re quick with your work, knowing the hydrogen peroxide doesn’t exactly tickle. Smoothing out the band-aid on his knee, you give a content exhale at your handiwork. 

“There, all better. But you know what makes everything better? Ice cream! You guys want some?” the three teens cheer, which you take as a yes. You share a look with Steve, neither able to deny the joy they boys spread. You bring them to the front, give them their orders, with a little extra for Will, and send them on their way. You smile to yourself seeing the three joke around, and can’t help but wonder what adventures they’d get into. Little did you know you were about to be sucked into an adventure of your own. 

“TOUCH MY BUTT I DON’T CARE!!!” 

“Uh, Robin? What’s doing on?” You timidly ask, taking slow steps into the backroom.

“I’m gone for two days and suddenly this is happening?” you gesture to Steve pushing a kid’s butt into the air vent. 

“Yeah, it’s a long story” Robin chuckles and her eyes remain glued on the scene playing out in front of her. 

After Steve and the boy, who introduces himself as Dustin, get down from the vent, the trio fills you in on what happened.

“You guys are crazy. Really? Russians in Hawkins? Why?” You cross your arms in disbelief. Do they really think you’re that gullible? Well, apparently you are. 

“We don’t know, but we have to find out,” Dustin explains. You lean back, curiosity getting the best of you. Here goes nothing.

“Ok, I’m in. What’s the plan?” you lock eyes with Steve, sending him a small nod. That’s the moment the seed of doubt was planted in his mind. Deja vu flooded through his veins, making this body tingle. He had no idea how big this thing was. What is there really were evil Russians? What if people got hurt? What could he do to keep people safe? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he was willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you all made it out okay. 

He kept his vow the best he could. When trapped in the elevator, he stayed up all night trying to find a way out. He lead the group around the base, making sure he was in front, the first line of defense. Seeing the guard in the communications room sent him into overdrive, charging and taking him out. He cleared as many obstacles as he could to leave a clear path for you all to follow. He did all he could until he was cornered. 

The Russians banged on the door after chasing the group into a room. He screamed for the kids to run, to just go. In his efforts to save the kids he forgot about you and Robin beside him holding the door. It all happened so fast. The floorboard closed atop Dustin and the door behind him flew opened, pushing him, Robin, and you to the floor. That’s when time stood still. His breath hitched in this throat as his hands came up in surrender. The guards took you first, kicking and screaming in a last-ditch attempt to break free. When you turn to see your coworkers, tears streaming down your face, your gaze holds Steve’s in a vice grip. His heart shatters at the fear in your eyes and worse, the pleading. Before he can react, the metal door closes with a deafening thud. 

He’s taken next, and the interrogation is hell. Yeah, the punches hurt, but they replaced the ache in his chest with another. He took it all he could until he couldn’t, succumbing to the pain. When he finally came back to, he hears Robin’s yelling and feels the vibrations from behind him. He only has the energy to stare at his lap, before he sees a yellow sneaker out of the corner of his eye. A familiar warmth fills his chest, the same one he felt anytime he saw them. They carried you throughout the store, often skipping or dancing to the beat of whatever song you had stuck in your head that day. He musters up whatever strength he has to follow the line of your body. There you are, eyes closed and body sprawled on the floor. Fear flashes through him until he sees your chest slowly rise and fall. You look unharmed, further comforting him. He didn’t fail. You were all still safe. The relief wasn’t long-lived, as a familiar fire made a home in Steve’s chest. He was going to fight tooth and nail to make sure you all made it out, he couldn’t lose anyone. 

Erica and Dustin were able to rescue the three of you and get you out of the base. They sat you three in a movie while they got help. Steve and Robin went to get water while you stayed in the movie, too freaked out to leave. You rejoined the group when the movie was over, eager to leave Star Court. Your dreams were dashed when you saw the Russians checking the moviegoers. Steve’s first reaction is to grab your hand, dragging you out of your daze and away from the evil.  You stumble over your own feet as you run, still not fully aware of what’s going on. It wasn’t until you saw their guns that the panic made its way to your legs, carrying you faster and closer to Steve. The five of you hide under the counter of Great Cookie, ragged breathing echoing in your ears. You wrap your arms around Steve’s bicep, clinging to him and burying your face in his shoulder, desperate for any comfort he can provide. You focus on his breathing, familiar scent of hairspray, vanilla and cologne, and the comforting heat of his skin. His free hand comes up to clutch your head, doing whatever he can to keep you close to him. The steps get closer and you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the worst. But it never comes. A loud honking and the crunching of metal filled the air instead of bullets. You lift your head to share a puzzled and relieved look with Steve. You take a moment to enjoy the closeness before turning to look above him, only to find find a group on the balcony. You recognize some of the faces, but not all. 

While the drugs had worn off, you still felt like your head was whirling when you learned a girl flipped a car with her mind. The group obviously knew more than you did and you did your best to quickly absorb as much information as you could. In your whirlwind, you notice El stumble away from the group. You begin to follow her as she covers her ears.

“Hey, are you ok?” the second the question leaves your lips, she hits the floor. The group all turn their attention to her and you run to comfort her. You reach her first, kneeling beside her and fanning her face. 

“My leg, my leg” she whimpers, pain evident in every muscle of her body. Someone unwraps the makeshift binding on her leg to reveal what looks to be an infected cut. Your suspicions are beyond confirmed when something begins moving under her skin. Training kicking in, you know what has to be done. 

“Hey, someone grab a knife from the Chinese restaurant and heat it up to disinfect it. Grab something for her to bite. Get gloves too! Quick, please!” You do your best to remain calm for the girl, but need to relay the urgency everyone knows is needed. After seeing Jonathan run in the direction, you turn back to El.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine. You’re doing good. Just keep talking to us ok? Deep breaths.” She nods, sobbing as she waits for Jonathan to come back. You feel a hand on your back, turning to see Steve right behind you giving you a reassuring nod. He squats next to you, now putting his hands on your shoulders. It was like a chain of support, him for you, you for El. Jonathan comes back and does his best to get whatever it is out of her, but she insists on doing it herself. Everyone winces as they watch, you included, and you burry you head into Steve’s chest as he holds you close. You hear glass shatter and flinch closer into him. Everything’s silent for a moment, and you lift your head to see the chief of police, Mrs. Byer’s, and someone else. You look to Steve with bewilderment, and all he can do is shrug. He helps you up and the now larger group convenes. You’re mentally exhausted, once again finding yourself hanging off of Steve as you take everything in. You put together the pieces from the three groups and it makes just enough sense for you to follow along. 

Once a plan was made, you see Robin eating out of the corner of your eye. You nudge Steve, a silent invitation to follow you. Robin throws you both something to have. You didn’t realize how hungry you were till you tucked in. It was the first moment of normalcy you’ve had in a while, and you savored every last second of it. It was just like the three of you in the breakroom, laughing, joking, being normal teens. Dustin runs over, excitedly holding car keys. 

“Guess who got us a ride?” He beams. Steve gives him a puzzled look.

“Where are we going?” 

“We have to go to the radio tower I set up. They need us to navigate them around the base to close the gate.” 

“Okay, but what about El?” you question. She still looked to be in pretty bad shape, and you knew you were her best bet if her leg started causing her trouble again. A wound like that could easily reopen. 

“They’re going back to Murry’s, and Hopper wants you to stay with El. Will told him about how you helped him that day in the mall, and he wants you to look after her. ” Dustin informs you. You nod, 

“Ok, tell him I’ll go with her.” You say, Dustin nodding and running off the tell Hopper. Steve looks at you for a moment, realizing what you’re doing. For the first time in days, you won’t be at his side. He won’t be able to make sure you’re ok, and it scares him. 

“Hey, don’t you think you should come with us?” he pleads, gently rubbing up and down your arm. You sigh, wanting so badly to give in and go with him, to follow him where ever he goes, but knowing you’re needed somewhere else. 

“I’ll be ok. Don’t worry about me.” you send him a sympathetic smile, trying your best to convince him and yourself. Deep down you were terrified to be away from him, but you both had obligations now. You had but put your own interests aside and do what was best for the collective good.

“Promise?” Steve’s voice sounded as if it would break. In a spur of confidence, you cup his face in your hands.

“I promise, Steve.” There’s a gleam in your eyes, and Steve takes his hand from your arm and places it over yours.

Dustin returns, throwing the cars at Steve and basically dragging him away. Steve’s eyes stay on yours as you send a gentle wave to the group. You watch your friends until they round the corner, and sink into yourself. Your safety net was going to be driving far away, and taking your heart with it. You shake your head, clearing the thoughts like an etch a sketch. You make your way over to El, wrapping one of her arms around your neck as the group makes their way out of the mall. She groans and you can see she’s losing more blood. 

“Hey, once we get in the car I’ll take another look at it, okay?” all she can do is nod. You situated the two of you in the back of the car and hear the engine sputter. You overhear Nancy and Jonathan say the ignition cable is missing. Before you know it Billy is revving his engine across the lot. You scrabble to get the kids out of the car and back into the mall. Once back inside, you lay El down and redress her wound. It’s not as bad as you thought it would be, but you know your efforts are helping. You reassure her that she’ll be fine and properly fixed up soon enough 

In the distance you hear Mike calling to the “Scoops Troop”, and while in any other circumstance you would laugh at the name, you silently pray that they hear you and rescue you. While you were one who could normally save themselves, you were never trapped in a mall by a possessed Billy. Just as things were starting to look up, you notice Max and Mike looking up at something. Mike screams for his sister as the monster breaks through the mall ceiling. You grab Mike Max and El and hide under a food stand. You pull the three as close to you as possible and shut your eyes, a single tear streaming down your face. 

From the radio tower, Steve can’t stop pacing. He knows that something’s wrong and it’s eating him alive. It’s like he has a sixth sense and it’s going haywire. His mind is going through every bad possibility. What if you got into a car accident on the way? What if the Russians were waiting at the secret safe house? What is none of this would work? He rakes his fingers through his hair in an effort to self-sooth. He looks to the mall and sees the lights flickering. He’s taken back that November night outside the Byer’s. Fear’s icy grip takes hold of his legs, freezing him in place. He hears Dustin to your group over the radio. After the first call goes unanswered he’s on edge. After the second he’s panicking. After the third is answered with a monster’s screeching, he’s near hysterics. Before his mind can keep up with his legs, he’s running down the hill. He had to get you guys out of there. He barely hears Robin’s labored breathing behind him as they both scramble to the car. A fire is burning inside him and he was prepared to fight like hell. 

In the mall, you’re shaking, holding onto the kids like your life depended on it. You barely knew them but felt a responsibility to protect them. Mike wiggles out of your grip to peer over the stand. He hatches an escape plan to go up the stairs. Max reminds him that El is in no condition to do that, to which you nod and agree. That’s when you remember the way through the Gap. The four of you make a mad dash, you clutching El and giving her quiet reinforcement as she hobbles. Someone knocks something over in your haste, alerting the monster to your location. You once again scamble the kids under a counter and shield them with your body. The mind flayer gets distracted, and you guide the kids from the store. 

As Steve turns into the Star Court parking lot, his adrenaline is thumping in his ears. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but Nancy shooting at a car charging at her full speed was not it. His knuckles turn white as he grips the wheel, speeding full force into the other car, causing both to spin out. He catches his breath, looking over to make sure Robin is ok. He lifts his eyes to see the Mind Flayer crawl along the mall roof. Nancy pulls up next to them, telling them to get in. For once he wanted things to slow down, but they’re being chased by the fleshy monster. As soon as it turns around, he thinks to take survey of the car. When he sees fewer people than he’s expecting, he’s near tears. 

“Where are the others?” His voice is barely above a whisper, as if he doesn’t want anyone to hear and confirm his worst fear. 

“Where are the others?” Robin echos his question, but loud enough for the whole car to hear. All Jonathan and Nancy can do is exchange concerned looks. Steve’s hands fly to his hair, unable to process what is going on. You’re not there, which means you’re back in the mall with that thing and Billy. 

“Drive!” He screams, unable to do anything else. Words echo in his head “That’s right! Run away Stevie boy! Run away! Just like you always do! That’s right Harrington! 

Run away!” 

He wasn’t gonna run away this time.

“You’ve got this El. You’re so strong, you’re such a fighter.” You reassure her as the four of you make your way out of the mall. Just as the cool night air hit you, you see Billy emerge from his car. 

“Shit” you whisper, directing the kids back into StarCourt. You follow close behind, acting as a buffer between them and Billy. Mike finds an elevator and desperately tries to push the buttons to get you away from your stalker. You hear the metal door open and know he’s right behind you. Before you can do anything, Max tries to talk to him, but he slams her against the wall. He turns his attention to you, Mike, and El. You push the two behind you, trying in vain to hide them from him. 

“Billy. Please. They’re just kids. Please don’t do this.” He stares straight into your eyes and yet past you. Next thing you know he grabs your head and throws you into the wall. 

As soon as the car stops outside the mall, Steve charges in as quickly as he can. He’s got tunnel vision and finds himself on the balcony with Robin and the fireworks. He looks down just in time to see you run out of scoops. You stop a moment and look up, locking eyes with Steve. A shiver runs down his spine. You avert your gaze to El laying on the floor, motionless and seemingly unaware of the huge monster crawling toward her. You rush to her side in an attempt to pull her away, but Billy intercepts you. 

          It was a routine fight that started like many others

Steve grabs a firework and throws it as hard as he can, hitting the flesh monster and making it cry out in pain. He’s doing everything in his power to distract Billy and the Mind Flayer. The fire inside him burning so hot he can feel in on his skin.  

          The bad guy had taken Spider-Man’s girlfriend and put her in the middle of           the fight to slow Spider-Man’s attacks and distract him. 

Billy grabs you by the neck, lifting you into the air, choking you. You kick at him and scratch at his hands, tear streaming down your face. You give breathless pleas, but know it’s no use. His grip is too strong. He won’t stop 

          Spider-Man shot a web in a desperate attempt to save her.

“ROBIN! I NEED MORE!” Steve held his hand back, awaiting the reload of him ammunition. He was gonna hit that son of a bitch with everything he had. The now-familiar weight fell into his hand, and he launched the firework through the air. He swore he threw his arm out but he didn’t care. He was gonna fight harder than anyone. The fire had made its way to his eyes, burning so hot tears streamed down his face. He saw the monster flinch. It was working, it would all be over soon. His arm hurt so much but he wouldn’t stop

          Despite his efforts, a deafening snap was heard, dashing all hopes of her survival. 

Billy mirrored the monster’s pain, twitching with each impact from the fireworks. He let go of you. You fell to the ground with a deafening thump. Steve felt his entire body go numb. A heartwrenching scream raked through his body. It was a cry that could make anyone grasp their chest as if the pain shot like shards through the air. 

          Good had lost. Peter lost his first true love. Gwen was gone despite it all. 

From somewhere behind him he hears Robin over the radio tell Dustin they’re out of time. Boy, ain’t that the truth. He closes his eyes and remembers. Remember the first time you met, and hand coming to feel the bump on his nose. He remembers how alive you were, always singing to songs stuck in your head, helping others, doodling on your yellow shoes. The kind glances you’d give, quick remarks he’d counter, the way you made him feel. He felt the fire inside die, replaced by a glowing ember. The glow you’d carried now living in him. 

Robin nudges him and he looks down, only to see the monster attacking Billy. Any trace of anger or a revenge plot melting away at the sight. No one deserves that pain, not even Billy. Suddenly the monster begins to flail, Steve and Robin stumbling back from the rail as it falls into it. The pair jump back to their feet and peer below. A fire burns, scorching the monster’s motionless body. Mike rushes to El, wrapping her in his arm. Max stumbles to Billy, sobbing over him. Before Robin can stop him, Steve is rushing down the escalators to you. His feet can’t carry him fast enough, so he slides down the center. When he reaches you, he collapses to his knees. Steve cradles you in his arms, sobbing into your hair. His hand supports the back of your head, holding you close to his heart. 

I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he repeats, placing kisses on your head. 

“I tried, I tried. I fought as hard as I could”

He’s rocking back and forth, trying to soothe himself and you. He screws his eyes shut, taking you in one last time

“Steve?” the voice was barely audible. Steve almost didn’t hear it

The voice comes again, groan follows, then a cough. He carefully moves your head from his chest and it met with the kind eyes he loved looking back at him. A sob crawled its way out his body as you smiled at him. A reassuring smile. You place a hand on his cheek, and he quickly pulls it to his mouth, planting a kiss on your palm. 

“I thought I lost you” his voice coming across breathless in his startled state. There’s a moment of silence where you’re searching each other’s faces. Something washes over you, but this time you’re sure of what it is. You see his worry and distress and can’t help but feel sorry for the pain you caused him. 

“You can’t get rid of me that easily” you grin, you words causing a choked chuckle and tears to flow from Steve. He pulls you close again, fully sobbing into your hair. You wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace. He savors the feeling. 

Good had won. Steve saved his true love. You were here despite it all.

[agent-yolk-writes]

Friends Like You and Us - Venom!Reader - In His Eyes

AKA another .5 ‘sure, why not?’ piece to thank my AO3 readers for 100 subscribers, lost one after posting. It hurts to be this cool B).

Anyways, hi! Lost time no see, fellow tumblr-only readers. I’ve been busy getting kicked off campus and finishing my college life in the confines of my home. I bring you a gift in form of Venom’s POV from before he got zwooshed into your dimension. It was inspired by a late-night watch of Spider-Man 3, wrote most of it afterward which all happen about a...week ago? I finished this on Tuesday and slowly made my rounds posting it with this place being the final stop. I hope you enjoy reading this semi-experimental piece, because I sure did

Warning: This may contain some...dubious content? Nothing Rated R, just the implications of a toxic relationship

Visit the rest of the series here. Don’t forget to reblog!

AO3 Version Here!

He didn’t know what went wrong.

He just wanted a friend.

He saw a friend in Peter Parker.

When his meteor crashed landed onto this planet called ‘Earth’, Peter was there to the rescue. He didn’t know that, but he unknowingly provided him an opportunity to move great lengths alongside him. It allowed him to rest, heal in the crevice of the ‘apartment’ belonging to Peter.

He rested as long as he could, but he needed to bond to something, someone, soon. It was a miracle a klyntar like him was able to survive without latching onto another sentient being. As the ‘humans’ said it, his luck will run out soon.

One night, he watched Peter Parker laying in bed waiting for something for the disembodied voices to say something he wanted to hear in such a cryptic language. He seemed about something, muttering ‘Flint’ in hushed, painful groans. This poor human...he doesn’t deserve this. He’ll make him better. They shall fuse as one. This ‘Flint’ shall pay dearly for their crimes.

On that night, Venom became full again. Now that his and Peter’s minds are now one, he shared the burden of avenging Uncle Ben. He understood where he felt remorseful killing the wrong guy. Together, they shall be the ultimate being protecting New York City.

At least, that’s what the symbiote thought.

He still doesn’t know what he did wrong. He maximized Spider-Man’s abilities to its fullest potential. Together they flushed Flint Marko into fine pieces of sand. Why was Peter getting so upset about this Mary Jane and Harry Osborne? They broke Peter’s heart, they are useless in Venom’s mind. They could eat them if they wanted to, but his host didn’t want that.

When did the disagreements become more frequent?

He vaguely remembers the confrontation with Harry. The bastard couldn’t accept the fact that his own father killed himself.

Venom only did what he thought was best for Peter. He helped fuel the anger his host was harboring when that snarky freelancer tried to tarnish their name. He deserved to die right there, that pest. Make an example out of him but tearing him apart from the intestines up for everyone in the office to see. Peter thought about it, but went against it at the end. When will he agree with him?

The tipping point came when Peter asked that Gwen Stacy to a popular restaurant. It was the perfect idea to drag the now blacklisted photographer through the mud by dating the woman that recently broke up with him, and what better way to do it than in front of Peter’s own ex as well. Serves her right for running into the enemy’s arms.

The symbiote could feel the shock and shame coming from his host as he accidentally smacked her while fighting off the bodyguards. Something in their melded minds snapped in a way that made Venom uneasy. Wait...where was he going? Why are they climbing up the church?

The ringing of those old sturdy bells was the only thing that answered him.

There was a fight. Peter desperately tried to rip Venom off of him, but the klyntar refused to part. It was a rodeo act trying to avoid the bells while staying attached to his favorite host. The more bits and pieces that get torn off, his hold on the human grows weaker. The moment he tried focusing on staying put was the unexpected opportunity his host had by striking his entire body onto the bell.

Venom’s vision is getting blurry. It’s hard to tell what’s left and right anymore. Bits of his memory grew more spottier by the moment. He had no strength in him left...he needs to get all his pieces back together and...and…

His mind drew a blank as he was torn off completely. He can sense someone at the bottom. Maybe they can help him get back up there.

He doesn’t remember the part after he gets disposed of down the hole and into an unknown vortex neither he or Spider-Man realized was there until now.

~

It looks like New York City, but part of the klyntar wonders why it felt so...off.

He felt naked without a host to latch onto. Spider-Man ruined the symbiotic relationship for him. He wanted to go back to him, and he wanted to go back now.

The incident at the church left him worse for wear than he’ll ever admit. He couldn’t make it as long as he did back in...what was his name? He knew it was Spider-Man, but what was his actual name? Was it...Stan? Raimi? No, it didn’t feel like he was hitting the right ballpark here. It felt so obvious what his real name is, but why is it just as hard to remember it in the first place?

On top of his sudden spotty memory, he felt weaker. It took a lot more energy to even move to the ledge of the building to scope out the area around him. Indeed, it was still nighttime in the city that never sleeps. No church in sight, just those bright moving pictures that don’t look quite right. It’s not like he paid attention to those things anyway.

He really did push his luck going so long without a host when he arrived on this planet, didn’t he? He’s going to need to find a new host quickly. Venom couldn’t afford to be picky, so whoever’s below him is going to do.

As if fate was pitying him, his answer came in a distressed teenager cutting through the alley. He’s too high to really catch what they’re saying, but it’s not like it’ll matter when he bonds into them.

Without another word, he dropped down just to merge into their shoulder.

“What the-Did a bird just take a shit on me? Motherfu-”

He didn’t know it just yet, but the friendship Spider-Man lacked was actually in his new host all along.

[ao3feed-petermj]

by Gruoch

It starts, like so many bad ideas, with several pitchers of a very strong margarita mix…

  *** In which MJ and Peter attempt to spice up their love life by introducing a new element, Peter is terrible at seduction, and Johnny Storm is ready and extremely willing to make all their wildest fantasies come true, for better or worse.

Words: 2548, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Michelle Jones, Johnny Storm, Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Johnny Storm/Peter Parker

Additional Tags: fantasies made reality, Threesome, himbo/himbo/herbo solidarity, Rom-com, PWP, this is pure smut bay beeee, dirty thirty, Established Relationship, sexual (mis)adventures, a little bit of crack as a treat, Peter “That’s my WIFE” Parker, Soft Femdom, MJ getting everything she wants as she deserves, peter: I’d die for u, MJ: then perish