"We are writers, my love. We don't cry, we bleed on paper"
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An ordinary human being, hoping one day, to get enought motivation to write all of the ideas.
Until then, the young writer will offer the sacred ideas to any passenger of this ship.
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After the Civil War and the Accords, things seemed to have settled down. Tony hadn't really accepted Bucky's presence in the Tower, but it was large enought to avoid the ex-assassin.
However, while things seemed to be going steady for the Earth's Mightiest heroes, for Peter Parker things had taken a complete turn for the worse.
He never would have seen a numerous tarts coming at him in the middle of the night, after his usual patrol. Slightly tired and dizzy of sleep deprivation, the Spiderman could do nothing as he had fallen under the liquid putting him into deep slumber.
The next time he woke up, he was no Peter Parker anymore.
Peter was wiped of memories and trained by the small group of HYDRA agents that still existed in the exhile. The Venomous Spider was trained for months, wiped over and over until he forgot his own appearance. He was going to be the New Fist of Hydra, the lethal comeback.
His first mission?
Kill Tony Stark.
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