#a_spidey_sense

[rowdyrujo]

#a_spidey_sense ~ ~ “So Harold, is it?.. Can I call you harry? ... Alrighty then!!” I say as I crawl up and over, the now captured perpetrator’s back. In my wake, a thick webbing is woven, one in which now has him bound, and entrapped within it’s restrictive, glimmering silk. “Horace? Is it?.. Well, anyway Howie, here’s my dilemma.” Now giving the bound up hoodlum a hearty spin, I begin to give him the “cotton candy treatment” that so many who have fallen prey to me have come to request. As he pivots about from his dangling position, webbing continues to gently coating as he rotates slowly, his face, now the definition of misery. With his mouth is now muffled in hopes of disparaging any rude interruptions, I continue my rant... “So get this. My girlfriend and I have been dating like six months now. Which, in Instagram Roleplayland is more like a decade. But anyway, you know how women be. She gets mad over the furniture layout, the percentage on the cartons of milk I buy, my web shooter pieces and parts all over my dresser.. And, last but not least, when my ex shows up. The Blackcat.. Posted in several Daily Bugle features by the handsome Peter Porter. And upset is putting it lightly! Go figure! But, It’s not like I invited her or something! Exes, just show up! Am I right? Or I'm I right... Timing must be their specialty.... That too tight? Good..” I question as the man’s eyes seemingly strain with stress, all but bulging out of his skull as he struggles to free himself. As he squirms himself into exhaustion, blood rushing to his head, the words “please no more” and “why are you telling me all this?” are spewed from his sealed lips. ~ ~ #spiderman #spidey #peterparker #theamazingspiderman #marvel #dc #marvelcomics #ironspider #spidermanfarfromhome #comics #comicart #captainamerica #tomholland #blackpanther #batman #superman #avengers #theavengers #infinitywar #avengersinfintywar #newyork #newyorkcity #mcu #xtremerp #xrp https://www.instagram.com/p/BnW7yokjFTX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bbvk2y61j4mz

[rowdyrujo]

#a_spidey_sense ~ ~ “She loves me not...” I can still recall that last petal being plucked from the daisy I had picked up on my way, as I passed Central Park. The powdery white flora, staining my fingers with it’s sweet scent, along the twisting path of love’s fate. I’ll never forget that night, that moment. It was a night that has defined my life, and the course of my life, as much as any other in my time... I’ll never forget it. It was late summer, perhaps early autumn, depending how you look at it, that I found myself on a rooftop not far from Jefferson Park, bordering the East River. Everything was just perfect. It was a rooftop setting that was coming more to life by the minute, the stationary shadows of fixtures dancing about, as melting candles dosed the scene in their flickering light. At it’s core, sat a lone wire table. Dressed in a simple white tablecloth, it stood out amongst the dark, dreary, Manhattan backdrop. Upon it, sat some take out from New York’s own, Wo Hop of Chinatown. All accompanied, by a bottle of over priced champagne. “Ehhh... She loves me not...” I say as the petal flutters to the rooftop below, it’s path taking several twists and turns before finally settling within a shallow puddle. “Where the heck is she?!?” My stomach was in knots.. Not like cutsie butterflies mind you.. But, more like riding the Raptor at Cedar Point after eating a Big Mac. As night slowly takes hold, and the food chills, I begin to tap my feet anxiously, my nimble fingers now twirling about the small velvet box which I’ve subconsciously pulled from my jacket pocket. As my cell phone remains quiet, I exhale in exasperation, a few brown locks blowing up and out of my face momentarily. “Parker luck... Hardy bad luck...” I say aloud from my seat on the cooled, stone ledge, my grip now activating as pull open the top of the jewelry box with the tip of my index finger. “I love her. And, well.. As far as the luck stuff goes. Maybe two wrongs DO make a right.” #spiderman #spidey #peterparker #marvel #dc #marvelcomics #ironspider #spidermanfarfromhome #comics #comicart #captainamerica #tomholland #blackpanther #ironman #blackcat #feliciahardy

[rowdyrujo]

#a_spidey_sense ~ ~ ”What up Fury! You wanted to see... Me...” I say as I enter the main conference room of the Avenger’s complex, my matted down, brown hair messily popping out as I finish yanking off my mask. As the momentary shroud of material is lifted, my hazel eyes, now wide and hungry, take in the ominous sight before me. With a collection of heroes assembled within the vast hall, I cautiously step deeper into the room full of friends, acquaintances, and those on the other end in terms of acceptance. Numerous Avengers, X-Men, and vigilantes alike present, as they now avert their mingling attention to the “man of the hour” that’s finally made his way in. They were all there.. Ironman, Captain America, Cyclops, Daredevil, Jean Grey, Wolverine, Mr. Fantastic, Ghost Rider, Scarlet Witch, Black Panther, Black Widow, Cable, and Thor, just to name a few. Along with so many others of that ilk. My peers, my teammates, my family. Those who I’ve gone to war with. Their purpose interwoven into the very same fabric of life as I am. Those in which I’ve saved.. And, those whom have saved me. With each step taking me further into the room, my feet want to anchor, every advance weighed under a sudden eerie oppression. As the eyes of those in attendance gaze upon me, }}}{{{ my intuitive spider sense tingles at the back of my skull as if it were a being rung in drawn fashion by an oriental gong. “Ummm.. I think you all forgot to say surprise. But, it’s not my Birthday. What is this anyway? Some sort of intervention or something?” But, it’s as my eyes jump to some of those across the room, that I realize this was for real. “Right... So really? What’s the story anyway? Some massive counter attack or somethin’? We gonna join forces and give em a great story?! Give em a great show that’ll be talked about for ages?!” The room stays eerily silent, a few taking care to divert their eyes in some awkward response. “Hellooo??” With a sense of anxiety building, and now taking hold, my face feels flush, the need for someone, anyone, to do something, to say something. And then it happens... ~ ~ #spiderman #spidey #peterparker #marvel #marvelcomics #avengers

[rowdyrujo]

#a_spidey_sense ~ ~ That did it... Peter thought as the unmistakable taste of iron coats his tongue upon a sudden wash of blood. With a shaking gloved hand, Peter drags the back of his wrist across his suddenly dried, cracked, now blue hued, lips. With no sign of crimson upon it, he hacks a chuckle through the thickening which takes place at the back of his throat. “Hey... At least I’m not bleeding.. Anymore...” It’s at the end of his comment however that he violently chokes, a heavy flow of blood now expelling from both his nose, and mouth. The bullet wound that tore through him earlier, from in one side and out the other, completely punctured his liver along the way, and was proving to be winning the tug-of-war with his own mortality. And odds are, that would’ve possibly been the case without the knock down, drag out battle with some of his oldest, most ruthless foes in front of his Forest Hills home. After exerting himself in a fight with the Green Goblin, he would then be caught just mere feet away from a massive blast, the truck used to pin the Goblin, suddenly exploding in a hailstorm of molten metal and flammable liquids, the components, tearing and burning the very skin from his bones. After the concussive blast takes place, Spider-Man’s body lands half a yard away, hitting the singed ground with a violent thump. Like a rag doll, the wiry teen rolls twice, arms and legs flailing about in unnatural positions, as family and friends who’ve been force to take cover, look on in horror. That did it... (at Forest Hills, New York)

[rowdyrujo]

#a_spidey_sense ~ ~ “I’ll never forget that day...” Peter says aloud, a pair of fingers dragging along the glass of a framed picture of his parents. Richard and Mary Parker were both partners in C.I.A. employment, as well as in life. In an all but a forbidden love, Mary, who was well off in terms of education and promise, joined the C.I.A., using her skills for not only her resume, but to fit in with her would be husband. After years of working together, they would grow to become a pro dominant force in the C.I.A.’s tactical maneuvers. After many missions of espionage were completed, the two would take on the task of rescuing “Weapon X” from the evil clutches of the Baroness and Baron Wolfgang von Strucker. After a successful mission, “The Wolverine” would reciprocate their efforts with forever being in their debt, as well as their friend, Logan the first to congratulate them on the birth of their first child, Peter. Years later, while on a mission to investigate Albert Malik, the third Red Skull, they posed as traitors and double agents to infiltrate his criminal organization in Algeria, before ultimately being discovered. Malik would then have an assassin, the Finisher, kill the married duo by sabotaging their airplane, thus causing it to crash in what would be a fatal catastrophe.

[rowdyrujo]

#A_Spidey_Sense ~ ~ ”I'm not like other heroes... Gods, celestial beings, omega mutants, and super agents. My origin comes from the most humble beginnings... I wasn't an experiment of government will, or destined to evolve at a certain age. I wasn't born to shape the universe, or alter cataclysmic events. I'm no trained killer, nor sleek assassin. And, I've never considered, or accepted the thought of using my inherent powers for evil. Maybe to my detriment, I don't have a dark, twisted past that has infused itself into my very fiber, making me some hell-bent vigilante. Nor, do I punish, interrogate, or hunt those responsible with a uncarnal bloodlust. Truth is, I don't own powers that can level the playing field in one mighty blow. I can't take out city blocks with a clap of my hands, or call the power of thunder at my whim. I am in fact, as human as it gets. I've loved and lost like so many others. And, I could've used that pain to fuel my journey down a demented path, dark thoughts often efforting to cloud my mind. My choice however, was to use that sufferage to stoke my internal fire. ~ ~ I'm Spider-Man.. And most importantly, I'm Peter Parker. I could be many of the things listed above, if not for my simple upbringing. I'm human. Grounded and real, I fight the good fight. Everytime... Every moment... Everyday... I believe to take someone’s life intentionally is not a hero’s choice. I'm in constant peril, as is my life, as well as others I love, constantly being threatened. But, with great power, does comes great responsibility. Does a soldier, trooper, or crook looking to make ends meet by simply doing his job deserve to lose his life? Someone, who has a family awaiting their very own homecoming.. A family that maybe, or maybe not privvy to their true occupation.. Some heroes wouldn't think twice. But, who am I, Peter Parker, to play judge, jury, and executioner? I put myself in harms way, because that is MY choice. I perform my duty in the way I see fit. And, I help those in need with all my heart, regardless of circumstance, or danger. Because to me, every life is worth saving... ~ I'm not like other heroes.. ~ I'm Spider-Man.