Pink Flame (A Spider-Man and Marvel Fan Fiction)
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  • LECTURAS 1,533
  • Votos 100
  • Partes 74
  • Hora 5h 41m
Continúa, Has publicado nov 19, 2015
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(Updated Every Friday)



What do you think happens when you have a boring life, and suddenly you try to help a guy out, and it all changes?



I was about 18. A man wanted to ask me questions. Stupid to even attend. That's when my life really got weird.

One of my best friends admitted he liked me, I learned the secret all my friends kept from me, and I became someone amazing, yet frightful.

A man found me, and told me something, something that made me someone I've never wanted to be. 

And do not get me started on Spider-Man. Because he is not someone on my favorite New Yorkers list. But that was just the begging. The beginning of something wonderful, terrible, scary, super, and bad.

Trust me, you don't want to mess with the Girl In Flames. 

She'll kick your ass.
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"Who's this?" Spiderman points to an old polaroid on my desk. I glance at it, before going focusing back on Spider's shoulder, "Just a boy I was friends with in high school. He kinda just disappeared after his girlfriend died though." "Oh. Were you close?" I shrugged, the old feeling of bitterness reentering my heart after so many years. "I would have called us best friends, but I guess not close enough for him to want my help." "I'm sure he just didn't want to hurt you." "Whatever, I'm over it." "You still have his picture." "I said I'm over it, Spiderboy! He left, he's not my friend anymore! Not like you won't do the same thing when you leave here tonight. I helped you, and now you have no use for me. Just like Peter." ------ You used to be best friends with Peter Parker. That was until he met Gwen Stacy and fell in love. And when she died due to a freak accident, Peter left you for good. You were on your own now, and you preferred it that way. No one was going to hurt you now, you just had to get through med school and you'd be a-okay. At least so you thought. Exactly five years after the death of Gwen Stacy you find a beaten-up Spiderman laying on your porch. He could barely get out a word before you led him into your apartment and helped him clean up. After that fateful night, Spiderman would pay you almost nightly visits to fix him after his nightly patrols each night. You couldn't help to get close to the masked man. But there was always that underlying fear that he was just using you as your other friends had? Or was there actually a friendship? As the months went on you found yourself falling for the superhero. Surely this was bound to end in disaster. ------ Warnings: mentions of blood/gore/vomiting, some cussing, there will be no smut of any kind so don't ask Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman or any characters related to Spiderman
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