Stories Focussed On Spider-Man

(USM) Darling

Info: isn't that pic wicked awesome? I think so... anyways, Ultimate Spider-Man universe. No one, aside from NF and PC, knows who SM is. Enjoy...

"Thanks for agreeing to this," MJ gushed as she tucked a spare strand of hair behind her ear, tentatively biting her lip as she set up her camera. Despite putting off the aura of a bold high school reporter, she was actually nervous for the upcoming interview. While she planned on grilling her guests, she didn't want them to hate her, nor did she want to paint them in a bad light when the interview was all said and done.

"It's the least we could do after the damage that last fight did to your school," Iron Fist assured her.

"Sorry about that, by the way," White Tiger sighed, playing with a strand of her own hair and glancing over to her leader, who had yet to say a word. She knew he was nervous for this, that much was obvious, but she wasn't sure why. Maybe it had to do with all the bad press he got on a daily basis?

She couldn't have been more wrong. As much as Spider-Man hated most of the press, that wasn't even a factor he had taken into consideration when it came to the interrogation that was about to go down. One of his best friends was about to hound him for information, and, if he wasn't careful, she might actually piece together his secret identity. But, he refused to lie to her about what he did share. Mentally, he went through everything she knew about Peter Parker, his alter ego, and realized that there was one piece about him that he never confided in her about: where he was born. He would exploit this advantage without any hesitation. It would be his ultimate move if she got a little to close for comfort.

"Okay, ready to begin?"

"Yeah, I think we're all good," Power Man said, giving her the all clear to initiate.

"Okay, so you can skip any questions that are too intrusive, remember that. Let's start off easy: hardest fight experience?"

"Tiger on a bad hair day," Nova immediately snarked, earning himself a punch to the arm. "I'm joking, I'm joking. One time, before I joined the team, I had to catch this ginormous asteroid."

"Rhino," was all Power Man said, shifting uncomfortably.

"I would have to say controlling my temper around Kraven the Hunter," White Tiger mused. "We have some beef. He killed my dad." MJ gave her a startled look, but beckoned for them to continue on.

"When I earned my power, the iron fist."

"One time a dude dropped a building on me."

"What?" MJ frowned incredulously. All heads seemed to have snapped in the wall-crawler's direction.

He shrugged. "You got me. It definitely happened twice. I think the first time it was harder to lift, even though it was lighter than the second time. Mental barriers can be real jerks sometimes." He was so casual about the ordeal, it almost made everyone act nonchalant about it as well. Key word: almost.

"Dude, you cannot just drop a bomb like that and act so-so normal," Nova stammered.

"You acted the same way after talking about the asteroid," Spider-Man defended, crossing his muscled arms over his chest. He met Nova's gaze for a few seconds before the later looked away, groaning in defeat.

"Okay, worst villain?"

Crickets could have sounded in the distance. They exchanged wary glances as they thought about what could possibly rank the worst.

"Green Goblin sucked," Spider-Man sighed eventually. "He goblin-ified you guys and I had to fight alone for a while."

"You never did actually say what happened," White Tiger pointed out.

"Wasn't pleasant," Spider-Man grimaced, "I don't like to talk about it." He ran a gloved hand down his masked face. "Still get nightmares from it, too."

The mood dropped to below sea level instantaneously. Right, being a superhero was tough. Night terrors were a very real possibility that they end up facing from time to time. But, the last time one pf the other members had had one was before Kraven singled out Tiger in order to steal her amulet.

"Okay, moving onto a lighting topic," MJ said awkwardly, fumbling through her notecards. "Where you all born in New York."

"Well, I'm an alien," Nova chuckled, "so, no. And Fortune Cookie over here is a monk."

"I was still born in New York," Iron Fist corrected. "I became a monk after living with my parents for a few years."

"I think that's just me then," Nova said, nodding to himself.

"Actually," Spider-Man grinned, letting his Queens accent fall, "I'm a native of Southwest London, darling." He laughed as everyone choked on their spit. He mentally decided to not use his Queens accent anymore as Spider-Man, just because it was messing with his team. "Surprise? I guess my American accent is fairly good then."

"You had us fooled," Power Man laughed. "You're British? For real?"

"Yeah, I moved to the States with my folks when I was little, lived in a nice flat for a while before they, erm, passed. I had to leave a good friend behind, too. His name is Ned. I wouldn't put it past him to be watching this without realizing that his mate is talking about him," Spider-Man laughed. He waved at the camera. "Hi, Ned! Miss you, mate!"

"Dude," Nova squeaked, "there's no way you're a Brit. You're one of the most American guys I know!"

"I've lived in the States most of my life," Spider-Man nodded. "But, you don't even know my name, so don't go judging my nationality."

"Moving on," MJ smiled, shuffling her cards around again. "What's the funniest thing a teammate has done?"

A/N I spent most of the day binge watching anime since my house is under quarantine and this is my productive thing for the day. Jk, I did do other productive things, but still. I don't really like how this one turned out, but I was bored and it's an easy concept, so...