#multigwenverse

[sebastianshaw]

I like your shirt. did it come with a bag of granola and a matching pair of Tevas?

To say that Shaw was stunned was an understatement. He was absolutely petrified with shock and embarrassment. Many people remarked on his clothes as overly expensive (as if THAT were an insult?) and even more took umbrage with its antiquated style, and Shaw cared nothing for these opinions. He absolutely would dress well for pragmatic reasons of success and being taken seriously, but now that he at the level where he was so successful that he could dress however he wished and people had to take him seriously still, he would. And they could think what they liked about that. And they were frequently correct, his clothing was all quite costly and most of it in an antiquated style. But to have it read as the sort of attire as someone who ate granola and wore sandals. . .

Gwen Stacy had done what countless villains and heroes had tried and failed to: She had silenced Sebastian Shaw. @multigwenverse

[bastxrdsisgone]

"Move and you die."

It wasn't meant to be any sort of threat. Even though it came across as such, he was trying to keep this particular spider safe from the creature that had decided to stalk them from the shadows. It probably shouldn't have surprised him given the things he'd been seeing in the city lately. The fight clubs aside, it felt like he was seeing more and more strange creatures popping up in places they shouldn't be. It was probably just coincidence, but he wasn't going to let them upset the balance that the city had finally found. Marc just hadn't expected another spider to show up. They, too, seemed to be growing and it had him wondering just what was going on. Was their growth tied to the strange creatures? Maybe it was something he needed to look into. After dealing with this one. "Something has decided to make you its next meal and if you move it'll pounce."

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[purrvoke]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘅.

     sure, the additional heat of the nypd  wasn’t what the hero wanted at this very moment, but who was felicia hardy to not put on a good show ? the thief had flashed the cameras a cheerleader grin  --wide and fake-- and gave a small flirty wave of her claws ; even blowing a little kiss to the boys in blue and media outlets alike who flooded the streets below. after all, she had to ensure they got her good side !   though, it really didn’t take much to rile up the pigs in uniform, and that’s exactly why she did it.  

     ❛     taunted?   honey, i’m giving them exactly what they want ---  a chance to catch the infamous 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝘁  !     ❜   its purred dry, a rather half-hearted attempt to sound like the headlines her alias adorns nightly, but she just couldn’t help that tug of matte black lips into something mischievous. a hand tightens around the bag of stolen goodies,    ❛ --- well, almost catch~  ❜    with sirens closing in, she races to the end of the roof and dives off the ledge into a freefall with no hesitation. of course she’s giving the paparazzi one final shot - one she was sure she’d see decorating the headlines in a few hours. downward she goes, platinum white locks whip past her head as she falls down, down, down, before she whips her grapple from its white fur sheath and swings back up and in tow with ghost spider. always the entertainer.

     felicia knew the pigs would lose their scent soon if they kept this pace, but this pesky little amulet ?  ( the one currently stuffed away nice and safe in her bag ? ) had half the city’s criminal underworld at their tail, and now the entire police force too ! oops. a fact that doesn’t phase the cat burglar, but could maybe cause the little spider to sweat.    ❛     you can try stopping them, but there’s better use of my time.    ❜    granted, a little harsh, but felicia wasn’t trying to fight her way out of new york city tonight. cat finally lands on the fire escape and takes her place next to the hero, managing a little more humility this time. ❛     we can shake the cops, trust me, but  𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡 ? it’s not an if he catches us, spider ---  but when.     ❜   cat’s playful tone losing all light in lieu of something darker, something much more informed.  

     ❛   you’re a good kid. i’d hate for you to wait around here and see what happens when you don’t run in this city .  ❜

[honorhearted]

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Ben didn’t make it a habit to approach strangers -- least especially ones who sported shiners and coffee stains -- but the mark on the young woman’s cheek drew him to a stop all the same. And then he stared. So long, in fact, that her almost snappish response took him off guard.

“Oh, uh...sorry,” he stammered. Finally, a hint of wryness entered Ben’s features. “The other guys?” he echoed, assessing her appearance with visible doubt. “Were these ‘other guys’ your baristas, by chance? ‘Cause no offense, but you’ve got some wicked coffee stains that could give Jackson Pollock a run for his money.”

Awkwardly, he patted his pockets a moment before extending a handkerchief. “It’s not much, but it was either this or some handwipes. I teach kindergarten, so...” He shrugged, smiling before holding it out more emphatically. “I have a first aid kit in my car, if you’d like me to go get it?”

[theamazingloki]

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“And why, do tell, would I possibly want to do that?“ Yes, it could be... entertaining to take up his blades and toy with this game of being a grand hero again, but there was no sense of adventure among these people. Most were soldiers, and he had little idea of what ought to be done with soldiers when they refused to take his orders. His brother had been the hero and trying to be him just made the empty space in the realms where once Thor had been all the more obvious. “Surely you could ask someone else? Anyone else. I’ve heard of a boy in New York who can climb walls, ask him.“