My Spider-Man fan-fiction
(What follows is a short story featuring Spider-Man that I wrote one afternoon, over six years ago now. I wrote it on a day I was filled with a lot of self doubt, and admitted as much to a friend of mine I was chatting with online. He suggested I write a story where Peter Parker is feeling the same sorts of doubt, so I did, and this following story is the result. It is just a work of fandom and not authorized by Marvel comics or their parent companies. This blog has no ads or revenue. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy reading it.) There were only three of them—only three. When you've faced Galactus and fought in the secret wars, three hoods dragging a woman into an alley seems like nothing more than taking out the trash or putting dishes in the machine… not that I own a dishwasher, but you get my point. I’d been at the Bugle earlie...