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1996's Amazing Spider-Man Vol.1 #417 cover by artist Ron Garney.
@spidrclone
liked for a starter
It takes a genius overanalyzing mind to see all the subtle nuance. More than that the years of isolation keeping him alert enough to pick up on such small things.
"No, you are... Too young to be Peter Parker-- The way you move is also less unsure, more confident, based on all my analytics. Who are you? I have no record of a second Spider-Man."
@spidrclone || from [x]
He’s not surprised by the outburst. If anything, he was expecting it. He exhales through his nose, letting his head hang forward and closing his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink. The air is thick with the smell of stress, and that, too, isn’t a surprise. He’s done this song and dance before. Not with Ben, no - but with so many others that it was starting to become routine by now.
What did that say about his life? … That it suited him just fine, that's what. Alright.
He's doing this again.
“I ever tell you about my kids?” He starts. He says it casually for how out of left field it might seem, even rummages around in his pocket for a smoke. He was sure he had one… Ah. There’s the bugger. And his lighter’s in the other pocket, perfect. There we go… He cups his hand to shield the cherry from the breeze as he lights up. “My daughters, Laura and Gabby. Dunno if you ever met ‘em.” They were old enough to go off on their own now, after all. Not that age had ever stopped them from doing that. “Laura- she’s a lot like me, sure. But we got our differences. She screams her head off on roller coasters, for instance, and she says the Kung Fu TV show is only kinda okay - you know how hard it is hearing talk like that from my blood? Fuckin’ heartbreaking.” He pauses to take a drag, holding the smoke in his mouth for a moment and letting it curl out between his lips. “And Gabby, I don’t know where she got any of what makes her ‘her’. Sure as hell not from me.” Even then, he can’t keep the fondness out of his voice. “She’s just a ball of energy. Wants to see everything, go everywhere, do everything. Friends with everyone. Nothin’ like yours truly… Even though she’s my clone. They both are.” Another pause to let more smoke fill his mouth, then vanish into the air.
“The way I see it, if those two can be made from me and still keep me on my toes, ain’t a damn thing that says you gotta be like who you were made from, either.”
❛ sticking to walls is ... NEW. so uh , @spidrclone , gonna go out on a limb here and say you're one of the good guys , right ? because if so ? nice suit. ❜
one liner starter call from deep downfield !
@spidrclone called alias investigations.
" hey, asshole! i said, put me down. " she's had it with these spandex spider-men & their web slinging. right now, she's hanging heavy from the weight of her leather jacket's pull as it stretches up to meet a costumed fist tied tightly with web fluid. she's akimbo in the air between two buildings .
& she definitely didn't need rescuing.
she windmills her free arm, aiming a blow up to knock herself free of the tangle, boots pedaling wildly with the movement. but she just dangles, pendulum-style, in the air. her expression is so sour it could put a lemon out of business. " i can fly! sort of! i don't need this damsel in distress bullshit, especially not from a guy wearing his underwear out in public. "
THERE'D BEEN A SUCCESSFUL ESCAPE ATTEMPT - AGAIN. Fortunately for the citizens of New York, it was always the same culprit, a spectre who posed no threat at all to humankind. The contents of their dinner plates, on the other hand...
HE'D INITIALLY BEEN RELUCTANT TO AUTHORISE THE BUILDING OF THE OBSERVATION CHAMBER. Slimer, while not dangerous, was incredibly prone to mischief - a paranormal toddler, plain and simple. He, meanwhile, was an adult, and a busy one at that - he could always spare time for analysing the milder forms of his behaviour, but he wasn't a babysitter. However, the democratic vote had overruled him. Thus, whenever Slimer found a chance to slip away from his perspex confines, the effort to locate and apprehend him was guaranteed to cause a bad mood - nevermind the possibility of a summoning to the Mayor's office for a dressing down.
HE HIMSELF, AFTER FOLLOWING A TRAIL OF TRAUMATISED RESTAURANT GUESTS, CHEWED PLUMBING AND SNACK WRAPPERS, HAD ENDED UP ON A ROOF SOMEWHERE ON 57TH STREET. Neutrona wand firmly in hand, he was busy surveying the surrounding skyline, gaze practically snapping from one building to the next (for he knew that Slimer could be extraordinarily fast when he wanted to be) - when he sensed a presence appear at his side. Eyes flickering instinctively in its direction, his posture soon relaxed, if only slightly. Then came a gentle exhale.
❝ Before you ask, yes, it's one of ours. He'll be caught as soon as possible. ❞
@spidrclone || 𝚂𝙲.
@spidrclone liked for a rex starter!
"so, i bet you have this asked all the fuckin' time, but---i gotta know, man, that shit doesn't come out of your dick, does it?"
@spidrclone
"You know, there's almost as many of you guys as there is us--"
