The Spider-Brothers
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In the city of New York, two orphans, Chris and Dante, had lost their respective parents, sending them to an orphanage. Eventually, the two would be adopted by a couple who knew their respective parents, leading the two to become brothers. One day, the two would soon be given spider-like abilities, becoming the Spider-Men. Facing enemies, meeting allies, the brothers would go on a series of journeys.
(Quick A/N: This is a story collab with NineTailedTrickster. The cover art was also made by him as well, so be sure to give him credit! He came up with the idea, I'm just typing it for him. As usual I DO NOT own anything affiliated with Marvel except for our OC's! We're just writing for fun. Enjoy!)
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