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In this intro, Peter Parker and Mary Jane will tell you about their superhero life and transformation
What if Mary-Jane becomes Lady Clayface?
What if Mary-Jane wields the Power of SHAZAM and becomes Ms. Marvel
What if Mary-Jane finds the Omnitrix instead of the Ben Tennyson
A different kind continunity story of Spider-man + What if Mary-Jane becomes She-Venom
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They come out with more gold than any of them have ever seen. Agnes comes out a little different.
She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
He's lying.
The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…
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In this intro, Peter Parker and Mary Jane will tell you about their superhero life and transformation
What if Mary-Jane becomes Lady Clayface?
What if Mary-Jane wields the Power of SHAZAM and becomes Ms. Marvel
What if Mary-Jane finds the Omnitrix instead of the Ben Tennyson
A different kind continunity story of Spider-man + What if Mary-Jane becomes She-Venom
Similar Stories on Outfox
They come out with more gold than any of them have ever seen. Agnes comes out a little different.
She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
He's lying.
The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…
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What if Mary-Jane wields the Power of SHAZAM and becomes Ms. Marvel
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I’ll never forget the day my life went from “awkward nerd with a side of wall-crawling” to “awkward nerd with a side of wall-crawling and a smoking-hot girlfriend.” It was sophomore year of high school when I, Peter Parker, finally got up the nerve to ask out Mary Jane Watson, the fiery-haired girl next door who’d been my friend since we were kids trading dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. She said yes, and the collective groan from Flash Thompson and Harry Osborn in the Midtown High cafeteria was sweeter than Aunt May’s wheatcakes.
We were a good fit. I had my "Stark Internship" cover for the Spider-Manning, and she had her drama club rehearsals and modeling gigs. I’d even done a few school plays with her—turns out, memorizing lines is a lot easier when you have a photographic memory and the proportional agility of a spider to nail the stage combat. MJ loved it. “Face it, Tiger,” she’d say, quoting our first real kiss after the homecoming dance, “you just hit the jackpot. A boyfriend who can act and catch you if you fall off the stage? It’s a win-win.”
Fast forward to freshman year at Empire State University. We’d managed to swing a shared dorm room—a minor miracle involving a lot of paperwork and a little web-fluid on the housing director’s office lock. Life was good. We were eighteen, in love, and navigating the bizarre world of college while I still juggled stopping bank robbers and occasionally photographing them for the Daily Bugle.
Which is why I came home one Tuesday evening smelling faintly of sewer and burnt rubber, having just webbed up the Shocker after he tried to rob a currency exchange. All I wanted was a microwave burrito and to collapse next to my girl.
I slid the window open and dropped silently onto the floor of our dorm. “MJ, I'm home. You will not believe the day I’ve had. Shocker tried to rob a bank with… get this… self-warming utensils. Turns out he’s branching out from nuclear reactors to… gourmet picnics? I webbed his arms to a food truck called ‘Frankly My Dear I Don’t Give a Ham.’ It was a whole thing.”
The room was quiet. Too quiet. Usually, she’d be at her desk, running lines for some indie play or sketching designs, laughing at my stupid stories.
“MJ? Are you there? Hello...” I said, my Spidey-sense …
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They come out with more gold than any of them have ever seen. Agnes comes out a little different.
She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
Aldous was an alchemist once. And after relentless experiments he's now a colony of slugs who can wear anyone he likes, and he's decided Colm is the closest thing he has to a friend. He's promised to let his hosts keep control most of the time.
He's lying.
The clerk counted my pay out one coin at a time, slowly, like each one hurt her personally.
“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
I scooped the coin…