Several years late to the party, I introduce my Spidersona.
“Alright, let’s do this one last time: My name is Wynn Stacey. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and you already know the rest.
My mom was a scientist at Oscorp. I say ‘was’ because she bit the dust harder than the Queen song! But because she was the best in the biz, she left behind a little gift in the form of a genetically modified spider that gave me superpowers. Pretty badass, right?
I didn't think so at the time. Pretty cowardly of me, am I right? I was too scared to use my new gifts. I mean, can you blame me for freaking out a little? My body was changing and doing weird things— not like THAT, you pervs— and superheroes were a thing of comics. Just dumb stories.
Anyway, after moving to live with my dad, I managed to fly under the radar, and I avoided getting my shit rocked by bullies that way. But I managed to make two close friends despite this. Penny Parker and Michael John Watson, the two coolest, nicest, bestest people ever (and definitely crushing on each other smh).
Penny was the one who convinced me to try and use my powers for good. MJ became my first-ever fan. Of course, neither of them knew any of this, but just being my friends gave me the confidence I needed to put myself out there— to become Spider-Man (also known as ‘Orb Weaver’— the names are interchangeable). They saved me in more ways than one.
I should have done more for them.
I tried.
It wasn't enough.
Penny was always getting hurt at school, like I used to. MJ didn't notice— or maybe didn't want to. But I could never ignore when my best friend was in pain.
I wasn’t crushing on her or anything— she’s not quite my TYPE, if you know what I'm saying— but I think I loved her even more than MJ did. She was my best friend, practically my sister. It hurt me to see her in pain.
It’s my fault she's gone.
Why did she have to sign up for that stupid experiment? I would have been willing to help her… but instead, she chose wrath and revenge. She chose to become Electra.
I didn't know it was her.
Why didn't she say anything while I was fighting her?
Why did she wait until I was holding her broken human body to tell me the truth? That she knew who I was the whole time… that she wanted to have powers like me, admired me enough to try and become a little like me…
Now she's dead, and I can't fix that.
The media is calling me a murderer. I didn't mean to kill her. I was just trying to stop her.
My own dad has a bounty on me. MJ hasn't spoken to me since. Although that part is my own fault, since I started avoiding him like the plague after the incident. How could I look him in the eye after what I did?
I have to live with this until the day I die.
But I won't let it happen again.
I shouldn't have ignored my powers. I had a responsibility as soon as I got them, to do whatever I could for others. But I chose to let the bad happen. I shouldn't have been such a coward. Maybe if I had more courage, more strength…
Whatever. I can't change the past.
But I can make a brighter future.
I'm done turning a blind eye. And I'm never going back.”
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