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Jason found irony amusing most of the time. Like the way most of the government hate immigrants yet they are the ones who work the jobs the government will not do yet still need them to survive. Or the way the government then started to congratulate them as soon as the panic of a certain virus begins to threaten them and they are out of harms way.
But what Jason found extremely not amusing was the fact that he was bitten by a radioactive spider and turned into a superhuman with spider like abilities even though he would jump off of a building to avoid one. (Too soon?) The night of his darkest fear was also the worst night of his life. He had woken up in the middle of the night to find himself somehow hanging from the high ceilings in his bedroom and upon realising what was happening, fell to the floor, hurting his shoulder blade for almost a week.
He found himself in these sticky situations for a couple of months, sometimes actual finding himself stuck to things. He was confused constantly, not knowing how or why he suddenly had the abilities to stick to things, or his extra strength, making gym class easy for a change. So he decided to put his new found skills to good use. Almost every night he would sneak out, slipping on a pair of black sweatpants, a red hoodie he had owned forever, a balaclava, that later changed to a ski mask, and his web shooters, sometimes adding socks if he got cold. He found that he could not stick to things if he was wearing shoes the hard way. Although New York City was a crime hub, like all major cities, all Jason would end up dealing with would be petty thieves, cat burglars or sometimes poorly executed bank heists, that seemed to be very poorly planned. So instead, he would often help old ladies cross the road, help lost kids find their parents, which sometimes did more harm than good, or just hang out with the other superhero of the city- iron Man.
Spider-Man and Iron Man would end up hanging out a lot, sitting on tall skyscrapers, eating churros or smoking weed. They had not told each other their real identities, they did not want anyone close to them getting In danger, but they both felt a sense of closeness and familiarity to each other that felt rare and foreign to both of them. They would often discuss problems at home for the other to help them with and to seventeen year old Jason- Iron Man became the Father figure he was missing from his own emotionally detached father.
It had been three months since Jason had become Spider-Man and he was used to the routine, going on late night or early morning patrol, going home, waking up late for school, his mum yelling - it was normal now, and he liked it. It was ten at night of his patrol when he checked his watch and realised that if he did not make it home by ten thirty, his mum would have his guts for garters. It was a Friday. Friday dinners were important to to his mum. So he leapt off of the reaching sky scraper he was sat on, and fell, summersaulting through the air until he was so close to the ground before shooting his web to the side, using it as a grappling hook to swing from building to building.
Sometimes his mind would wander into dark places, debating whether or not he should just let himself fall, not catching himself on anything.
He managed to get home in fifteen minutes, climbing up the skyscraper he lived in with his sticky grip and slid through the small opening in his window, careful not to be seen by the rest of the household. He got changed out of his Spider-Man gear and quickly threw on the first things he could find off of his messy floor. After smelling several rather odorous t shirts, he settled for one smelling more of weed than of jizz, before heading to the dining room.
As soon as he entered he could feel the intensity of the couple sitting at either ends of the table, he felt the awkwardness as though he was interrupting. Jason stared from Marvin to Trina, noticing the cold, unforgiving look in his Fathers eyes and the hurt, angry look in his Mothers.
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I'll let you win (a falsettos x marvel au)
FanficWhizzer x Marvin fanfic Marvin Feldman of Feldman industries was the richest man in America, he was also, known to no one, as the superhero iron man. His son Jason, on the other hand, was trying to be a normal kid. But that's difficult when you're...
