nextgenerationmarvel | The Tangled Thoughts We Weave

Everyone, Spider-Man was sure, would be dealing with what happened in Murderworld in their own way. It was hideous, it really was. On some level, he knew that he should have been trying to figure a way out of the thing without the girl’s sacrifice even being an option. At the same time, though, he realize that there always had to be one person in the group who was willing or able to do something the others weren’t. Sure, he was no Wolverine (perhaps thankfully) but he was also a spider, and spiders were important in any ecosystem. Without them, some bugs would run rampant. Without them, things wouldn’t get caught in a web and blocked from doing harm. Spiders saved those that needed saving…but they also did away with the things that didn’t need to exist.

Besides. I want to join SHIELD one day. They have their questionable goings on as well. You have to be able to live in the grey, webby area. I mean, not everyone can have that true blue Captain American personality, right?

He loosed himself from the wind current he was riding and landed on the Baxter Building, surveying the city underneath him. Besides, she survived. And it’s not our fault she landed in the position she was in. That’s a far bigger game than us.

He sighed, though. More and more, he was realizing that super heroics weren’t just about the wit and the quick fighting. There was more to it, and it was darker than he’d realized. He’d always been aware of that, of course, but he’d never really faced it head on until now.

Guess it really is time to embrace the Man part of my codename.