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Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

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That's the weirdest looking Superboy sheet I've ever seen

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You can't predict me. I'm dangerous like that.

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

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^{"People don't change. They can pick new wallpaper, sure. Find just the right shade of paint for the new drywall. Put a shiny finish on the hardwood. Doesn't matter. It all just hides the rot underneath."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Francis 'Frank' Castle _________________________________________________________ 43 | Widowed _________________________________________________________ Formerly U.S Marine Corps, ARGUS | American N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S N O T A B L E A B I L I T I E S & T O O L S _________________________________________________________ [+] - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Physical Evaluation You can't do what I do with a beer gut and a love of hot dogs. You need discipline. A training regime. The human body loves patterns. Get into a bad one and you'll have a hell of a time digging yourself out. Keep up a good one, though? You'd be surprised what a person's capable of when they put everything they've got into it. I've been beat to hell with baseball bats and crowbars, had my face stomped into hamburger meat and ate more knives to the gut than I can count. Had to fight a lot of guys bigger than me. Haven't found one that's really got the best of me yet. Not unless you count the freaks of the world. - T O O L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ A lot of damn guns I've had a long time to build up our arsenal here at the bunker. When I started this mission I figured I'd be working with limited resources. Handguns, semi-automatic rifles and shotguns were easy. I knew a thing or two about improvised explosives, too. But this beautiful country is full of surprises. Who knew you could pop over to the corner store and pick up an MANPAD with your monster and two dollar pizza? Micro's got his tech, too. All sorts of fancy drones and surveillance equipment. - N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S N O T A B L E S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Hand to Hand Training isn't just weights and cardio. Training the skills is arguably more important. Doesn't matter if you're seven feet tall and three hundred pounds of muscle if you can't throw a punch. Train hard, often and well. Train until every strike, grapple and throw is second nature. If you're fighting for your life you don't have time to think about kata and combos or whatever other bullshit. The style doesn't matter. Just focus on making it instinctual. Addendum, actually: that K'un-Lun, focus-your-chi shit is fake and it'll get you killed. Never trust a coach you find at a strip mall. Wrestling or boxing are fine for fighting strangers looking for your wallet but if you're chasing the life, go wider. I had a long, boring deployment in Thailand, so Muy Thai's my base. Pick your poison. I saw a piece in the Times once that said I was 'the logical conclusion of the vigilante phenomena.' Said I was what happened when you took one of those guys like the Bat or the Devil- a monster of muscle, tech and will- and took away the 'moral subversion to lethal violence.' It was sensational horseshit, yeah. But I gotta admit: I kinda like it. I mean, they're batting .500, right? Takes a real tough son of a bitch to wade into the muck with only your fists and Peter Pan boots. No powers. Part of me always wondered how I'd stack up. Maybe we'll find out someday. ◼ Military Service Enlisted in October, 2001. Completed training at Parris Island depot before transfer to Camp Geiger for infantry training. Based on my aptitude scores an instructor recommended me for recon screening. I must've impressed him because he had me ship down to Little Creek for RIP and BRC. More training. More tests. It was more grueling than half the shit I did later. But I came out the other side a Recon Marine. I was proud of it, too. Sent pictures of my buddies and me back home to the family. Deployed with 1st Recon for the invasion of Iraq. Earned a Bronze Star in Fullejah kicking in doors. Bialya in 2007, chasing rumors of Al-Queda operatives. Didn't have the government's permission to be there, though, so they kindly asked us to leave- using a lot of bullets. Helmand River Valley, Afghanistan in 2010. Silver Star for dragging Lieutenant Geller's ass thirty yards through open ground under enemy fire. Received a special recommendation for Assessment and Selection for MARSOC. Special Forces. More training, even worse than the last go around. Still, managed to punch through it, and came out the other side a raider. Me. Some kid from New York. Next deployment was Sin-Cong, 2011 to 2015. Got a few more stars and four purple hearts. That jungle was hell on earth. Wouldn't recommend visiting. They don't much like tourists there anymore- not that I can blame them. If another country full of rich assholes decided to drop a firestorm on the U.S because they didn't like our politics I'd probably hold a grudge too. Met a guy named Rick Flag while I was there. He was running something called Task Force C, a joint military and intelligence task force headed by ARGUS. They took us all over the world- had us doing all sorts of unethical and illegal shit. The short version: I'm very good at what I do. The best. I've been running special operations for longer than some of you have been alive. Been to every corner of the world. Learned everything from small unit tactics to hostage extraction, interrogation and long term surveillance. MARSOC and Force Recon took me in, crushed me into a ball and spat out a half decent marine. And that was all before ARGUS. Before Task Force C taught me how to spell 'black ops' in big, red letters. - T A L E N T (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ The Craft I've always been a hell of a shot. Always been good at keeping my hands steady. Not something you can really train, I think. I used to spend summer break hunting upstate with my folks. Dad would have us live out in the woods for weeks at a time. Only ate what we could catch or shoot ourselves. I didn't balk. Even as a kid seeing things die didn't bother me. Skinning deer wasn't any different from folding laundry. He was never father of the year but he taught me how to take care of myself. Taught me how to use what I was good at. -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ________________________________________________________________________________________ THE WAR JOURNAL - INTRODUCTION, DEDICATION, pg 2 This book is dedicated in loving memory to: Maria Elizabeth Castle Lisa Castle Frank Castle, Jr Your lives were stolen for my mistakes My name is Frank Castle. If you're a federal agent, let's start with the ass covering: This is not an admission of guilt. Doesn't matter if it was, though. Only way anyone gets their hands on this is if they've killed me already. So congratulations. You took down the big, bad Punisher. Don't let that put you at ease. They might be lowering me into the earth now but I'm still gonna bury you assholes. If you're reading this, there's already a few thousand copies headed to newsrooms across North America. You're too late. The world's going to know what you've done. For everyone else: this document is a record of everything I know, everything I've experienced and everything I plan to do to make them pay. Lieberman calls it the War Journal. Kitschy, but hey. Need a way to keep me entertained while I trawl the depths of my worst memories. Consider this an apology for what we'll call my 'informal style.' Was never much of a writer growing up. English period was too early in the morning for me to still be awake. You understand. Where was I? Right, the beginning. My name is Frank Castle. You know me better as the Punisher. Blame the papers for the name, not me. I'm a marine. Joined up a few weeks after September 11th. I'm a New Yorker. I took it a little personally. Not much of what I did had anything to do with Al-Qaeda: Suddam in Iraq, Harjavti in Bialya, communists in Sin-Cong. Did fight the Taliban in Afghanistan for seven months there, so that was pretty close. Al-Qaed adjacent, at least. I married Maria when I got back from my first tour and found out we'd accidentally made a kid before I shipped out. Oops. I'll be honest. Before Lisa and Frank Jr, I never thought that life was for me. I wasn't built for picket fences and soccer games. I thought I'd burn my wick at both ends for a short, chaotic life and hopefully die doing something important. Then the kids showed up and I realized how much of an idiot I'd been. Highsight's 20/20, I know. But I wish to God I'd gotten out sooner. Spent more time at home and watched them grow. I should've been to more recitals. Should've encouraged Junior to keep at baseball. But like I said: I used to be an idiot. I took them for granted. Maria and I had problems that I wanted to run away from, and I always did my running in McRaes. During my last tour with the marines I met a man named Rick Flag. Guy was the real deal. Cut him and he bled red white, and blue. He convinced me to transfer to his unit: Task Force X. An ARGUS headed op, but it was a joint task force with every branch of the military and a number of civilian operators attached. Our first mission had us pulling off a hostage rescue in Madripoor. It felt good to save people for a change, and the pay was phenomenal. So I stayed. I stayed, and ARGUS showed me the depths of evil humanity can go to. They performed acts so heinous my stomach churns just writing this. Just a warning: this book is not for the faint of heart. Don't know why you thought the Punisher's war journal would be rated E but if you did, close this. Go outside. Hug your kids. Cherish the mundane while you still have it. Amanda Waller is the devil in a flesh suit. Before I die, I promised God I would plant a bullet between her eyes. Hunting her's one of the few joys of my life left. At central park, she took everything I had left. I intend to return the favor. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ I like Frank. I think he's character with the potential to be complex and multifaceted or brutishly simplistic. Here, I intend to explore a variant of Punisher based partially on his portrayal in the Netflix series: he is a violently traumatized force of nature, intent on hunting down the people he blames for ruining his life. I want to write a political thriller about a corrupt intelligence agency sacrificing normal people on the altar of national security. Since this is a shared universe game, ARGUS seemed like the perfect candidate for that role. Amanda Waller stars as Frank's primary villain, manipulating the world from the shadows. Frank's war against street level crime exists mainly as a means to hunt down connections to shadowy government agents. ARGUS is a kraken with its tentacles spread all across the underbelly of America. It has connections to the Maggia, the Dos Soles Cartel, and even a few cults. I'm hoping to experiment with the format somewhat compared to my previous runs. I want to use the War Journal gimmick to document Frank's experiences from his own eyes. He's a biased actor, and having to get into the mindset of a character like him has been an interesting challenge.

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^{_{Peter Benjamin Parker ♦ Photojournalist ♦ Queens ♦ Independent}}

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^{"How witty are we talking?"}

With great power comes great responsibility. These were the last words of advise Uncle Ben gave before his death at the hands of a common mugger. Peter Parker took those fateful words to heart, dedicating the rest of his life to protecting the people of New York City. Wielding mutated powers gifted to him by a genetically-altered spider, Peter Parker is your friendly neighborhood SPIDER-MAN.

His first love, Gwen Stacey, died in his arms at the hands of the Green Goblin. When Peter discovered the Goblin was actually his mentor and his best friend's father, Norman Osborn, Peter confronted him. Their climactic battle ended with Norman suffering mortal wounds. Harry Osborn preserved his father's life with experimental cryogenic tech, and vowed terrible vengeance against the violent vigilante, Spider-Man.

Since gaining his powers at the tender age of fifteen, Peter's vigil over New York City has stood unbroken for over two decades. He's clashed with dozens of costumed villains, murderous vigilantes, corrupt businessmen and petty tyrants.

Peter married Mary-Jane Watson, acclaimed actress and close friend. The two had a daughter together, Anna-May Parker, and moved into Forest Hills, Queens. Peter finally received the recognition he deserved from J.J. Jameson and earned himself a permanent position at the Daily Bugle as a crime reporter and photojournalist.

Anna-May is sixteen years old now, and Peter's worried she may be developing superpowers of her own. Raising a teenager is hard enough on its own without superpowers involved. He wants nothing more than to let her live the normal life that he never did.

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I've been greatly enjoying the Ultimate Spider-Man run and started re-reading Renew Your Vows, and felt inspired to write a Spider-Man that's grown up. He's a family man now, with even more personal responsibilities than ever before. Peter Parker's struggle to juggle the many different facets of his life is a core part of his character, in my opinion: can he really continue to protect the city as Spider-Man without neglecting his personal life? Can he hold down a decent job, pay off his mortgage, and afford to send his kid to school someday? His every day struggles are deeply relatable to me, and those are the aspects I find most compelling and plan to integrate into his story.

Of course, the hard part isn't just getting by: its doing all that while villains in colorful costumes and gangsters in pin-stripped suits attempt to tear New York City apart, and Spider-Man's the only one that can stop them. At this point in his life, he's battled all of his classic villains: from Doc Ock, the Lizard, and Sandman to his arch-nemeses, Venom and the Green Goblin. Norman Osborn is trapped in a life-threatening coma after his last bout with the webhead, yet his son, Harry, has donned the goblin's mask in search of retribution.

Peter's been Spider-Man for over twenty years now. He's been in more superhero team-ups than there are hours in the week. I'm hoping to leave a lot of room for other spider-adjacent characters like Miles Morales, Silk or even a heroic Venom to be picked up by interested parties.

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► Mary Jane Watson-Parker: MJ is a lifelong friend of Peter Parker and, as of fifteen years ago, his wife. She's an award-winning actress, best known for her role in the action-comedy trilogy Jackpot by Cage McKnight, and a former fashion model. Since the birth of her daughter, Annie, she's moved back to NYC to focus on her family. She regularly acts in and directs smaller, indie projects with local Hollywood hopefuls. During emergencies, she dons the Regent-powered Spinneret suit, which allows her to borrow Peter's powers for a short time.

►Anna-May Parker: Daughter of Peter and MJ, Anna is sixteen years old. She's inherited the fierce intellect and endless curiosity of her parents. Ever since she learned her father was Spider-Man she's dreamed of having powers of her own and fighting crime alongside him, despite his insistence against it. More than once Peter has found Annie tinkering with his web-shooters and spider-bots when she should've been sleeping.

►Harry Osborn: Harry Osborn was once a brother to Peter Parker. The two grew up together, thick as thieves all the way from childhood to the end of high school. One would've thought them inseparable before the death of Gwen Stacy at hands of the Green Goblin. An enraged Spider-Man sought out the Goblin in his home- Norman Osborn's home- where he had neither his glider nor his pumpkin bombs to aid him. Peter would've killed Norman if not for Harry's intervention. Angry, confused and betrayed, Harry did all he could to save his father, freezing him in a cryogenic tank in the hopes of finding some means to save him. Grieved by what's become of his father, Harry took a sample of the 'Goblin Formula' that Norman once consumed: trading his already strained sanity in for the power he needed to reap retribution from Peter Parker.

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_{MARVELS: Streets of New York Presents: THE SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN}

ISSUE #0: ALONG CAME A SPIDER

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_{Queens ♦ New York City}

The L train screamed through Broadway Junction station like a bat out of hell, smashing apart a hastily erected barricade in the middle of the track. NYPD officers and MTA workers scattered as debris flew through the air in every direction. At the front of the train, a man in a yellow-quilted costume stood in the cabin, his vibro-shock gauntlets embedded in the controls. "What do you think, boys? Can we make this thing go any faster?!" He cackled, sending another wave of electricity flowing through the system.

A gang of turtleneck-wearing, assault rifle wielding professionals made their way up and down the train's cars, stripping the trapped passengers of all their belongings. After being sufficiently departed from their valuables, the passengers were herded into the central cars and zip-tipped together.

"ACC-EL-AR-ATE! Hahaha!" Shocker shouted over the radio.

One of the hired guns looked to his partner and smacked a palm against his forehead. "This idiot's going to get us all killed."

"Y'know, I was thinking the same thing." Spider-Man agreed, wrapping an arm around the gun-totting thief's shoulder. "You guys deserve better. You think Kingpin's hiring these days?"

The gunman shouted a confused splurge of curses, each gaining an octave as he realized just how screwed he really was. Before he could shift his rifle around or take a step away, he found his feet leaving the ground and the ceiling quickly approaching. He screamed, and his face smashed directly into the roof just as a white, sticky substance slapped against the back of his head, pinning him in place.

The second thief whirled, firing a spray of bullets right where he'd seen Spider-Man just a moment ago. Instead of tearing holes into his blue-and-red spandex-ed ass, they instead poked holes into the windows and seats of the train car. "Where'd he-"

"Over here, champ." Spider-Man tapped the guy's left shoulder so he'd twist toward it, only to slam a fist into his right cheek. He was sent careening head over heels to the floor, where another spurt of webbing stuck him firmly to the floor. The thief groaned.

"Hm, sounds like that hurt. Make sure you apply for worker's comp. And put some ice on that!" Peter wagged a parting finger down at the goon before turning and jogging down the car.

There were a lot of people tied up in this car. Peter felt a twist of anxiety in his gut as he realized how stupid it'd been to stunt on those guys with so many innocent people packed in like sardines here. It was pure luck no one had been hurt. Stupid; the kind of mistake he would've made when he was a rookie, but he should know better by now.

"Everyone okay?" He asked, slipping through the train car and freeing each and every one of them. People grabbed at his arm for his attention, looking for comfort in frightening times. Peter felt woefully under-qualified to offer it. All he could do is offer confident words and held hands. They were fathers, mothers, someone's kids. They all reminded him of people he'd failed to protect before.

Parker stood. "Alright, everybody. Stay here. Find something to hold onto." He turned, and started toward the next car. "I've got a train to catch."

Clearing the next car took no time at all. Peter had his game face on, and a handful of frightened train robbers fell quickly. They could barely see the blur of multi-colored, arachnid-themed pajamas as he web-zipped from one side of the car to the other. He needed to be quick about this, but the real struggle was never going too fast. Too much momentum, or one reckless punch and one of these jerks might be headed for the morgue instead of a hospital.

A faint buzz in the back of Peter's mind told him to duck, and he obliged. Just as he did it started raining bullets as machine gun rounds tore down through the ceiling and peppered the interior below. With a flick of his wrist, he attached a web to the wall and flung himself through a window and flipped up to the top of the train. A blur of buildings and treetops flew past as he confronted the gunman: a burly man the size of a hotdog cart, a massive, belt-fed fire arm in his meat paws.

"Hey, jerkface!" Peter rushed him, ducking underneath another spray of bullets and sliding between the gunman's legs just to pop up behind him. With a quick pat to the back Peter attached a drone to his shirt, grabbed him and tossed him into the air.

A parachute burst out of the back of the drone, catching the train's slipstream and launching its passenger into the great beyond.

"That's what you get for not paying the fare!" He shouted after the rapidly ascending balloon-man.

With the last of Shocker's henchpeople dealt with, all he had left to do was take down the head honcho himself.

New York's tackiest-dressed supervillain had no idea what was coming for him. He was all too absorbed in the thrill of pushing the train to its absolute maximum speed, blowing through every station and grinding down the railway in the process. At this speed, the chances of derailing at every sharp turn were high. Too high. The NYPD had helicopters pursuing it, but even they were having trouble keeping up at this point.

Shocker didn't see much more than a flash of red booties before the front window shattered inward and double kick sent him careening out of the driver's seat. Tumbling head over heels, he tore chunks of steel out of the flooring with his gauntlets as he flailed wildly about in surprise.

"A train robbery, Herman? Really? Were you stuck watching nothing but Gunsmoke re-runs in prison?" Spider-Man crouched atop the busted control console, every muscle in his body tensed like a spring even as he ran his mouth.

"What else we s'posed to hit in this town anymore?" Shocker grumbled, stumbling back to his feet. "Half the banks are owned by Maggia n' the other half's Kingpin's turf! Even I ain't crazy enough to mess with 'em. Guys like us can't make a living these days."

"Have you considered opening a quilting boutique? I know a few grandmas who'd go buck-wild for that costume."

"Screw you. Imma finally squash you like the bug you are!" Shocker growled, and charged.

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The age gap isn't as severe as I first thought. However, still no bueno. If he knocked MJ up at 22, Felicia would have still been a teen, even if barely. The timeline of her being Black Cat and meeting Spider-Man would put Pete and MJ as firmly in wedded territory. Guess their previous partnership will have to have been purely business.

Gowi will be so disappointed.

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Yeah, I think that works out. I could probably shift the timeline back a few years, but I like the idea of Pete's kid developing powers around the same time that he did. Dramatic parallels or something like that.

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You expect Maxx to quality check his own material?

@Retired

Hurtful, but true

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So, how old is your version of Pete?

@Retired

Thirty-eight years, nine months and eleven days, to be precise.

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I guess we're gonna have to pass on a more traditional Black Cat x Spider-Man romance in the past, 'cause at this rate Peter's gonna be, like, 10+ years older than Felicia, and they would have had to have a thing prior to MJ and Annie... which would make for a very inappropriate relationship.

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Ultimate vibes

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Trying to parse the timeline here. So he's been Spidey for over 15 years, has a 16 year old daughter... Were Pete and MJ teenage parents?

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Ahh that was a mistake on my part. I wanted Annie to be older but I forgot to revise the rest of the sheet to compensate. Lemme make some edits lmao

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T H E S P E C T A C U L A R . . .S P I D E R - M A N

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^{_{Peter Benjamin Parker ♦ Photojournalist ♦ Queens ♦ Independent}}

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^{"How witty are we talking?"}

With great power comes great responsibility. These were the last words of advise Uncle Ben gave before his death at the hands of a common mugger. Peter Parker took those fateful words to heart, dedicating the rest of his life to protecting the people of New York City. Wielding mutated powers gifted to him by a genetically-altered spider, Peter Parker is your friendly neighborhood SPIDER-MAN.

His first love, Gwen Stacey, died in his arms at the hands of the Green Goblin. When Peter discovered the Goblin was actually his mentor and his best friend's father, Norman Osborn, Peter confronted him. Their climactic battle ended with Norman suffering mortal wounds. Harry Osborn preserved his father's life with experimental cryogenic tech, and vowed terrible vengeance against the violent vigilante, Spider-Man.

Since gaining his powers at the tender age of fifteen, Peter's vigil over New York City has stood unbroken for over two decades. He's clashed with dozens of costumed villains, murderous vigilantes, corrupt businessmen and petty tyrants.

Peter married Mary-Jane Watson, acclaimed actress and close friend. The two had a daughter together, Anna-May Parker, and moved into Forest Hills, Queens. Peter finally received the recognition he deserved from J.J. Jameson and earned himself a permanent position at the Daily Bugle as a crime reporter and photojournalist.

Anna-May is sixteen years old now, and Peter's worried she may be developing superpowers of her own. Raising a teenager is hard enough on its own without superpowers involved. He wants nothing more than to let her live the normal life that he never did.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I've been greatly enjoying the Ultimate Spider-Man run and started re-reading Renew Your Vows, and felt inspired to write a Spider-Man that's grown up. He's a family man now, with even more personal responsibilities than ever before. Peter Parker's struggle to juggle the many different facets of his life is a core part of his character, in my opinion: can he really continue to protect the city as Spider-Man without neglecting his personal life? Can he hold down a decent job, pay off his mortgage, and afford to send his kid to school someday? His every day struggles are deeply relatable to me, and those are the aspects I find most compelling and plan to integrate into his story.

Of course, the hard part isn't just getting by: its doing all that while villains in colorful costumes and gangsters in pin-stripped suits attempt to tear New York City apart, and Spider-Man's the only one that can stop them. At this point in his life, he's battled all of his classic villains: from Doc Ock, the Lizard, and Sandman to his arch-nemeses, Venom and the Green Goblin. Norman Osborn is trapped in a life-threatening coma after his last bout with the webhead, yet his son, Harry, has donned the goblin's mask in search of retribution.

Peter's been Spider-Man for over twenty years now. He's been in more superhero team-ups than there are hours in the week. I'm hoping to leave a lot of room for other spider-adjacent characters like Miles Morales, Silk or even a heroic Venom to be picked up by interested parties.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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► Mary Jane Watson-Parker: MJ is a lifelong friend of Peter Parker and, as of fifteen years ago, his wife. She's an award-winning actress, best known for her role in the action-comedy trilogy Jackpot by Cage McKnight, and a former fashion model. Since the birth of her daughter, Annie, she's moved back to NYC to focus on her family. She regularly acts in and directs smaller, indie projects with local Hollywood hopefuls. During emergencies, she dons the Regent-powered Spinneret suit, which allows her to borrow Peter's powers for a short time.

►Anna-May Parker: Daughter of Peter and MJ, Anna is sixteen years old. She's inherited the fierce intellect and endless curiosity of her parents. Ever since she learned her father was Spider-Man she's dreamed of having powers of her own and fighting crime alongside him, despite his insistence against it. More than once Peter has found Annie tinkering with his web-shooters and spider-bots when she should've been sleeping.

►Harry Osborn: Harry Osborn was once a brother to Peter Parker. The two grew up together, thick as thieves all the way from childhood to the end of high school. One would've thought them inseparable before the death of Gwen Stacy at hands of the Green Goblin. An enraged Spider-Man sought out the Goblin in his home- Norman Osborn's home- where he had neither his glider nor his pumpkin bombs to aid him. Peter would've killed Norman if not for Harry's intervention. Angry, confused and betrayed, Harry did all he could to save his father, freezing him in a cryogenic tank in the hopes of finding some means to save him. Grieved by what's become of his father, Harry took a sample of the 'Goblin Formula' that Norman once consumed: trading his already strained sanity in for the power he needed to reap retribution from Peter Parker.

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Sample Post

_{MARVELS: Streets of New York Presents: THE SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN}

ISSUE #0: ALONG CAME A SPIDER

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_{Queens ♦ New York City}

The L train screamed through Broadway Junction station like a bat out of hell, smashing apart a hastily erected barricade in the middle of the track. NYPD officers and MTA workers scattered as debris flew through the air in every direction. At the front of the train, a man in a yellow-quilted costume stood in the cabin, his vibro-shock gauntlets embedded in the controls. "What do you think, boys? Can we make this thing go any faster?!" He cackled, sending another wave of electricity flowing through the system.

A gang of turtleneck-wearing, assault rifle wielding professionals made their way up and down the train's cars, stripping the trapped passengers of all their belongings. After being sufficiently departed from their valuables, the passengers were herded into the central cars and zip-tipped together.

"ACC-EL-AR-ATE! Hahaha!" Shocker shouted over the radio.

One of the hired guns looked to his partner and smacked a palm against his forehead. "This idiot's going to get us all killed."

"Y'know, I was thinking the same thing." Spider-Man agreed, wrapping an arm around the gun-totting thief's shoulder. "You guys deserve better. You think Kingpin's hiring these days?"

The gunman shouted a confused splurge of curses, each gaining an octave as he realized just how screwed he really was. Before he could shift his rifle around or take a step away, he found his feet leaving the ground and the ceiling quickly approaching. He screamed, and his face smashed directly into the roof just as a white, sticky substance slapped against the back of his head, pinning him in place.

The second thief whirled, firing a spray of bullets right where he'd seen Spider-Man just a moment ago. Instead of tearing holes into his blue-and-red spandex-ed ass, they instead poked holes into the windows and seats of the train car. "Where'd he-"

"Over here, champ." Spider-Man tapped the guy's left shoulder so he'd twist toward it, only to slam a fist into his right cheek. He was sent careening head over heels to the floor, where another spurt of webbing stuck him firmly to the floor. The thief groaned.

"Hm, sounds like that hurt. Make sure you apply for worker's comp. And put some ice on that!" Peter wagged a parting finger down at the goon before turning and jogging down the car.

There were a lot of people tied up in this car. Peter felt a twist of anxiety in his gut as he realized how stupid it'd been to stunt on those guys with so many innocent people packed in like sardines here. It was pure luck no one had been hurt. Stupid; the kind of mistake he would've made when he was a rookie, but he should know better by now.

"Everyone okay?" He asked, slipping through the train car and freeing each and every one of them. People grabbed at his arm for his attention, looking for comfort in frightening times. Peter felt woefully under-qualified to offer it. All he could do is offer confident words and held hands. They were fathers, mothers, someone's kids. They all reminded him of people he'd failed to protect before.

Parker stood. "Alright, everybody. Stay here. Find something to hold onto." He turned, and started toward the next car. "I've got a train to catch."

Clearing the next car took no time at all. Peter had his game face on, and a handful of frightened train robbers fell quickly. They could barely see the blur of multi-colored, arachnid-themed pajamas as he web-zipped from one side of the car to the other. He needed to be quick about this, but the real struggle was never going too fast. Too much momentum, or one reckless punch and one of these jerks might be headed for the morgue instead of a hospital.

A faint buzz in the back of Peter's mind told him to duck, and he obliged. Just as he did it started raining bullets as machine gun rounds tore down through the ceiling and peppered the interior below. With a flick of his wrist, he attached a web to the wall and flung himself through a window and flipped up to the top of the train. A blur of buildings and treetops flew past as he confronted the gunman: a burly man the size of a hotdog cart, a massive, belt-fed fire arm in his meat paws.

"Hey, jerkface!" Peter rushed him, ducking underneath another spray of bullets and sliding between the gunman's legs just to pop up behind him. With a quick pat to the back Peter attached a drone to his shirt, grabbed him and tossed him into the air.

A parachute burst out of the back of the drone, catching the train's slipstream and launching its passenger into the great beyond.

"That's what you get for not paying the fare!" He shouted after the rapidly ascending balloon-man.

With the last of Shocker's henchpeople dealt with, all he had left to do was take down the head honcho himself.

New York's tackiest-dressed supervillain had no idea what was coming for him. He was all too absorbed in the thrill of pushing the train to its absolute maximum speed, blowing through every station and grinding down the railway in the process. At this speed, the chances of derailing at every sharp turn were high. Too high. The NYPD had helicopters pursuing it, but even they were having trouble keeping up at this point.

Shocker didn't see much more than a flash of red booties before the front window shattered inward and double kick sent him careening out of the driver's seat. Tumbling head over heels, he tore chunks of steel out of the flooring with his gauntlets as he flailed wildly about in surprise.

"A train robbery, Herman? Really? Were you stuck watching nothing but Gunsmoke re-runs in prison?" Spider-Man crouched atop the busted control console, every muscle in his body tensed like a spring even as he ran his mouth.

"What else we s'posed to hit in this town anymore?" Shocker grumbled, stumbling back to his feet. "Half the banks are owned by Maggia n' the other half's Kingpin's turf! Even I ain't crazy enough to mess with 'em. Guys like us can't make a living these days."

"Have you considered opening a quilting boutique? I know a few grandmas who'd go buck-wild for that costume."

"Screw you. Imma finally squash you like the bug you are!" Shocker growled, and charged.

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^{_{Peter Benjamin Parker ♦ Photojournalist ♦ Queens ♦ Independent}}

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With great power comes great responsibility. These were the last words of advise Uncle Ben gave before his death at the hands of a common mugger. Peter Parker took those fateful words to heart, dedicating the rest of his life to protecting the people of New York City. Wielding mutated powers gifted to him by a genetically-altered spider, Peter Parker is your friendly neighborhood SPIDER-MAN.

His vigil has stood unbroken for over a decade. He's done battle with dozens of costumed villains, murderous vigilantes, corrupt businessmen and petty tyrants.

His first love, Gwen Stacey, died in his arms at the hands of the Green Goblin. When Peter discovered the Goblin was actually his mentor and his best friend's father, Norman Osborn, Peter confronted him. Their climactic battle ended with Norman suffering mortal wounds. Harry Osborn preserved his father's life with experimental cryogenic tech, and vowed terrible vengeance against the violent vigilante, Spider-Man.

Peter married Mary-Jane Watson, acclaimed actress and close friend. The two had a daughter together, Anna-May Parker, and moved into Forest Hills, Queens. Peter finally received the recognition he deserved from J.J. Jameson and earned himself a permanent position at the Daily Bugle as a crime reporter and photojournalist.

Anna-May is sixteen years old now, and Peter's worried she may be developing superpowers of her own. Raising a teenager is hard enough on its own without superpowers involved. He wants nothing more than to let her live the normal life that he never did.

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I've been greatly enjoying the Ultimate Spider-Man run and started re-reading Renew Your Vows, and felt inspired to write a Spider-Man that's grown up. He's a family man now, with even more personal responsibilities than ever before. Peter Parker's struggle to juggle the many different facets of his life is a core part of his character, in my opinion: can he really continue to protect the city as Spider-Man without neglecting his personal life? Can he hold down a decent job, pay off his mortgage, and afford to send his kid to school someday? His every day struggles are deeply relatable to me, and those are the aspects I find most compelling and plan to integrate into his story.

Of course, the hard part isn't just getting by: its doing all that while villains in colorful costumes and gangsters in pin-stripped suits attempt to tear New York City apart, and Spider-Man's the only one that can stop them. At this point in his life, he's battled all of his classic villains: from Doc Ock, the Lizard, and Sandman to his arch-nemeses, Venom and the Green Goblin. Norman Osborn is trapped in a life-threatening coma after his last bout with the webhead, yet his son, Harry, has donned the goblin's mask in search of retribution.

Peter's been Spider-Man for over a decade and a half now. He's been in more superhero team-ups than there are hours in the week. I'm hoping to leave a lot of room for other spider-adjacent characters like Miles Morales, Silk or even a heroic Venom to be picked up by interested parties.

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► Mary Jane Watson-Parker: MJ is a lifelong friend of Peter Parker and, as of five years ago, his wife. She's an award-winning actress, best known for her role in the action-comedy trilogy Jackpot by Cage McKnight, and a former fashion model. Since the birth of her daughter, Annie, she's moved back to NYC to focus on her family. She regularly acts in and directs smaller, indie projects with local Hollywood hopefuls. During emergencies, she dons the Regent-powered Spinneret suit, which allows her to borrow Peter's powers for a short time.

►Anna-May Parker: Daughter of Peter and MJ, Anna is sixteen years old. She's inherited the fierce intellect and endless curiosity of her parents. Ever since she learned her father was Spider-Man she's dreamed of having powers of her own and fighting crime alongside him, despite his insistence against it. More than once Peter has found Annie tinkering with his web-shooters and spider-bots when she should've been sleeping.

►Harry Osborn: Harry Osborn was once a brother to Peter Parker. The two grew up together, thick as thieves all the way from childhood to the end of high school. One would've thought them inseparable before the death of Gwen Stacy at hands of the Green Goblin. An enraged Spider-Man sought out the Goblin in his home- Norman Osborn's home- where he had neither his glider nor his pumpkin bombs to aid him. Peter would've killed Norman if not for Harry's intervention. Angry, confused and betrayed, Harry did all he could to save his father, freezing him in a cryogenic tank in the hopes of finding some means to save him. Grieved by what's become of his father, Harry took a sample of the 'Goblin Formula' that Norman once consumed: trading his already strained sanity in for the power he needed to reap retribution from Peter Parker.

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