Captain Marvel is dying, and it's up to Spider-Man to find a cure. But when his research is stolen by Doctor Doom, Spider-Man and Captain America travel to Latveria to get it back before time runs out.

Compton, California. It was the only place in the world I knew best. I wasn’t what you called ‘rich’ or ‘wealthy’, but I damn sure wasn’t poor either. I had everything I ever needed all because of my sweet and loving grandma, Izzy. She was my angel who wouldn’t dare hurt a fly. But somebody thought it was okay to gun her down in front of her home; little did they know they just started World War III. *In the process of editing!

I turn to face her and she watches my lips as I tell her "Pretty soon, you're gonna want nothing more than for me to fuck you. And when you do ask me," I pause and lean in close, "I'm going to make you beg." For once, she seems genuinely speechless. After a moment, she laughs. "We'll see about that, won't we?" she winks and holds up her glass for a refill. The Weeknd fan fiction. It's a little different. XO [All comments welcome.]