March - Benjamin Disraeli quote

[shineforher]

It was going slow but at least it was starting to actually go now. I'd been to audition after audition and while I'd had a few bites, the plays weren't exactly the best for furthering a career in acting. Still, it was a job. The most recent one I'd landed seemed to actually be not so bad. It wasn't mainstream of course, but I'd recognized

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[osborn]

I had a raging headache thanks to Norman taking me to task for being on Academic Probation. Of course I couldn't tell him the real reason I was falling behind in school. He would freak out if he knew that his son had turned into some kind of freak of nature thanks to a radioactive spider bite. Or he'd want to dissect me. I'd prefer to avoid that

[shineforher]

I was trying to come up with the right defense moves that every woman is supposed to know in a situation like this, but right now I was just mostly frozen in place as the one guy stepped closer. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pressed harder back into the wall expecting rough hands to grab me but suddenly there was another voice from behind the men and I looked up in surprise

[osborn]

"I say, it's probably a good idea for you to run," I told them in a low tone. My voice was always different as Spiderman. There was a chance my wife would realize it was me, but I was too angry to worry about that right now.

I lunged at both them, slamming them into the closest wall. I should have just wrapped them in web. I should have left them for the cops. I was too angry though to focus. They had attacked my wife. How dare they fuck with what is mine?

My fist connected with one of their faces as the other pulled out a knife. He sliced through my suit and into my skin. I glared at him as I used the web to snag the knife out of his hand.

"You're a freak."

There was the word I loathed. The word I used to describe myself. It was a whirlwind of motion as I slammed one into the wall so hard he slumped unconscious. Then I turned my attention to the one who called me a freak.

[shineforher]

When the knife was brought out and the one guy sliced into Spider-man, my eyes widened. That kind of reminded me of the "man" portion of the Spider-man name. He was still able to be hurt or injured just like anyone else.

I was unconsciously tugging my coat around my body even tighter as I watched all of them first and finally one of the men fell to the ground unconscious. Spider-man focused on the second who was probably the more mouthy of the two and I watched his body slam back into the brick wall once then twice and finally he fell limp to the ground with his friend.

Everything was still and quiet for a moment right after the second guy was down because, frankly, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. It's not everyday you're nearly attacked and a superhero saves your life, right?

Slowly, I stepped away from the wall and made a move to approach Spider-man. "Are.. are you okay?" I asked. It was dark, but I could see a gash across his arm that was bleeding from where the knife had cut into his skin.