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Wade had looked up when Peter entered and didn't even as much as flinch when the younger man got into a defensive stance. He realized then that Peter wasn't yet used to his breaking and entering, so he reminded himself to just leave a note or something instead next time. Too late for that time around.

He smiled just slightly, a mouth full of Twix as he spoke.

One by one, heroes are disappearing and returning again with unusual superpowers! All of them claim the same thing; a dark, hidden place and the horrific things happening within, demanding it be put to an end. Can Spider Man and Ten Thousand find the truth of the mysterious organization before more people are taken? Or will they be the next victims?

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I wondered if it was possible to create a comic strip using Paint.Net and screencaps. Turns out, it is. This is more of a test than anything, but if I make more, I hope to be using Photoshop and making more HQ pages than this, like making Peter, Tommy, and the background the same freaking colour, BUT HERE, have this for now!

It had been an interesting turn of events when Chris was told to go speak to a High School about what to do in the case of a Viral Outbreak. He knew that listening to someone like him would be a bore. He wasn’t an Avenger or a Superhero. But his thoughts were halted by a student running into him.

With graduation fast approaching, Michelle was bound determined to make it though so she could be done with High School and all of the limitations it presented.  Sure, she kept up just fine because she was intelligent, but she couldn’t count how many times she’d had to defend an art project or got detention for reading at ‘inappropriate’ times.  It was suffocating.

The only saving graces, oddly enough, were the friends that she’d made along the way.  Ned, Peter, even Flash.  People that she never would have given a second thought when she was younger.

Admittedly, ever since Liz had moved to Oregon, Michelle had been particularly...observant of Peter.  His random disappearances had gotten more and more frequent and there were times when he would come to school with bruises and black eyes, which he would write off to bullies, but something didn’t feel right.