#spider-star

Bonus:

Full page:

Made a little felt man of my spidersona!!

To prepare yall for spidersona week (starting tomorrow) I decided to do a really really simple cosplay as Spider-Star! So, here's me as her

And here's a sketch!

AN: So, I guess should put warnings for this one, because there is knives, mentions of drugging, and fighting I guess? Also swearing. This deviated a bit from showing off her equipment but I’m happy with it.

               Della had gone out as Spider-Star again. She had not done much, but it was early in the night. She was swinging around the Bow Building when she heard a cry for help.

               As she dropped into an alley, her Spidey-sense peaked. Turning around, she found a speaker playing cries for help over and over, like someone was trying to get her to go there. Staying as still as possible, she got into a power stance and said “You know, I’m much tougher than I look. Come out now, and I’ll go easy on you,” as she undid the scarf she used as a belt.

               It wasn’t just any scarf. Like how the old SSR had given their super soldier a vibranium shield, Della had been equipped with a scarf with vibranium thread woven in. This made it pretty much unbreakable and also really pretty, because the cotton it was woven into was black.

               She whirled around, and saw a man at the entrance to the alley. “Fuckin’ spider bitch, tryin’ ta get rid of us, fuck no, we got fuckin’ knifes to squish this bug-bitch with…” he muttered, unsheathing a knife.

               Della sighed. She hated coming home to Cali bleeding, so she decided to show this dummy and his group not to mess with her.

               “You could hurt someone with that. Can I see?” she asked, thwipping the knife out of his hand and sticking it to a wall above their heads. “Do you have any other knifes, or are you gonna beat me like a man, a manly man, of which you definitely are. I mean, sneaking up on me? So brave of you. Have you heard that I love sarcasm?”

               The man growled, and charged at her. Della leaped up and to the side, sticking to the wall next to the knife. Then she fired webs at him, trying to stick him to the ground, but he was surprisingly agile.

               “Come down here or I’ll cut you!” he snarled, pulling out another knife. Her eyes widened, and she cast a web to the opposite side of the alley. She then swung and kicked the guy in the face. He fell quite ungracefully, and she wrapped the scarf around his neck, planting a knee on his back as she did so.

               “Name of who you’re working for. Go.” She snarled in his ear.

               “Aren’t workin’ for nobody but me, darl- OW!” he said as she tightened her rope.

               “Try. Again.” she said, slipping into a darker persona, the Spider, who she had been during SHIELD ops. Only Cali could pull her out when she did this, which is why she didn’t do patrols as much as she could. “Tell the truth and I might leave you here with your soul.”

               “Alex Griffin! Goes by Poison Dart! He’s hired to give girls a nice time, then slips them a roofie and leaves them in alleys! But you’ve been messing up his business, so he gives me $50 to fuck you up. Ya know, stop you.” He yelped.

               She loosened the scarf and asked him for more info. However, that was all he could give, so she webbed him to a wall for the police to find. Then, she called Cali.

               “Spider-Star? What-“ Cali said before being cut off by Della growling. “Google Alex Griffin. He paid some idiot to go after me, and I want him out of my city.”

               Cali’s voice was small when she answered. “Will you be back at base soon, Agent?”

               Suddenly Della was hit with how tired she was. “Yeah, I will. Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to go all SHIELD Spider on you. I’ll be there in ten.”

               She sounded relived. “Yeah, you better be. Who else will drink this hot chocolate?”

               “Cali, I’m so glad you gave me more webs to fight this guy with. Also, my scarf came in handy for once.” Della felt like she could hear her laughter from two blocks away. “Who knew what they were thinking when they gave it to you?” she asked.

               Della started thwipping back home, still chatting. “Do you want a story?” she asked.

               “I’m always down for a story.” Cali replied.

               “So, once upon a time, a tiny SHIELD agent was bitten by a spider. Then, she got a badass suit, but she didn’t like it, so she was like hey, you know what would be cool? A belt. So, the people making the suit were like that would be cool, but we’re gonna put vibranium in it, because that will be double cool. And then the spider-bitten agent was like cool!! With two exclamation marks, and the end.”

               Cali snorted. “You’re a good storyteller.”

               “I know, right? Open the window.”

               “Okay, Miss Two-Exclamation-Marks.”

AN: drug use, knives, general craziness, hospitals. Please tell me if I have to add anything else.

               “Della, I got a hit! Alex Griffin’s Picogram and Chatsnap! And just your luck, he’s going for a date at the Sweet Cup Bakery & Beverages!” Cali whooped as she typed frantically on her laptop and phone.

               “Wait the one you work at? How cool is that?” Della told her.

               “Just the one. I wasn’t working this afternoon because of tutoring, but I can call to see if I can take a shift now. How’s Sam, by the way?”

               Della growled. She still couldn’t believe that Cali had done an interview for the Chronicle as well as sold them a picture. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

               Cali turned her attention to her phone and frowned. “Della, you gotta see this.”

               It was Sam Jameson’s Chatsnap, and it showed her getting ready for a coffee date with her new friend Alex. The two girls turned to each other in shock.

               “Let’s go.”

               Cali nodded firmly. They needed to help her and make sure she lived to produce her play.

()()()()()()()()()

               Cali watched from behind the counter as Alex sauntered up to Sam. He’s not that bad-looking she thought. He was dressed up in a black button-down and lime green tie to go with black jeans. His black hair was effortlessly styled and made a sharp contrast with his weirdly pale skin. At least he opened the door for her.

               “Welcome to Sweet Cup! What can I getcha?” she asked, perfectly ready to tell Della when it was time. All she had to say was “frog” because that was totally inconspicuous.

               “Hey, aren’t you that girl who I interviewed about Spider-Star? Cali, yeah?”

               She laughed and asked again for their orders. “And, yeah, that was me. So glad you remembered.”

               Sam pulled out cash to pay for her plain mint tea, but Alex stepped in. “How about you choose a place to sit?” he said easily. Sam melted at his smile and wandered off.

               “Okay, I’ll pay you fifty bucks of you slip this,” he said quietly, holding up a small baggie of powder, “in her drink.” He gave Cali that winning smile again, but if they were to take him down, she had to take it.

               “What are you getting? Also, I want that fifty now.”

               He slid it across the counter while ordering a huge coffee with four creams and five sugars. He then turned around and blew a kiss at his date, and she blushed.

               “I’ll get your orders ready. Go sit. I’ll bring it over.” She told him nonchalantly.

               He sauntered off to go flirt like he wasn’t a threat. Little bitch, she thought. Good luck hurting her, you idiot.

               She quickly made the coffee first and dumped the powder and sugar in at the same time. She then made the tea like nothing had happened. Using her best “seductive waitress” walk, she plopped the drinks at the table and walked away.

               “Frog.” She whispered to her Bluetooth headset, feeling the arm knives hidden under her long-sleeved shirt. She was prepared on her end.

()()()()()()()()()()

               “So, he’s actually drinking the coffee? And has no idea it’s drugged?” Della asked incredulously.

               Cali smirked but didn’t say anything. “You’re smirking, I can tell.” The spider told her.

               It took a while, but eventually they ran out of things to say. This was probably because Alex had been getting sluggish from the first sip.

               “You wanna go someplace?” he asked her while rubbing his face. He was confused. Why wasn’t she asleep yet? The drug he had given her had to have been working by now. Alex could tell she was getting concerned.

               “Um, yeah, sure… Where do you want to go?”

               “Out the back door…”

               Sam was now visibly confused. “Why?”

               He managed to give her that winning grin again. “Do you trust me?”

               She remembered the way that Cali had spoke about Spider-Star, how she had asked for trust and was led to a better life. “Okay.”

               He stumbled out of his chair and slung an arm around her shoulders. “This way.”

()()(()()()()()())

               At the back door, there was an argument going on.

               “You cannot be outside for this. Please, Cali. I can’t lose you.”

               “I can hold my own, Spider-Star. Trust me. The only thing my deadbeat parents actually taught me was the use of a blade.”

               “Then wait inside! He might try to escape that way, and you can help Sam!”

               Suddenly, Cali stopped arguing. “That… is a good idea.”

               Surprised, Della opened the door for her.

               Blowing her a kiss, Cali said cheekily “Kick some ass, Spider-Star.”

               Della gave her a peace sign salute.

               Not five minutes later, Alex stumbled through the door with Sam. Della waited, and counted to eight.

               Then she jumped, landing squarely on his back. There was a tinkle of broken glass, and fog began to rise from under his shirt.

               “Listen- Sam, GO! I don’t know what this shit does, and you don’t want to breathe it in!” Spider-Star yelled. Sam turned and dashed away.

               Alex laughed. “I was wondering when I would see the Spider-Menace.”

               Della punched him across the face. (Peggy Carter would have been proud.)

               She then webbed him to a wall, her hand on his throat. Hers was itching due to the fog, but he laughed on. “You think she is safe? Or that tricky barista? This gas is something special, Spider-Bitch. I only use it when forced to, because its punch is way better than any you could hit me with. You’re a much better victim than some tranny, anyways.” He sneered.

               She went blind with rage. Slamming him into the sidewalk, she managed to tell Cali, “Stay inside! There’s a gas… makes you… slow… Can’t lose… you.” She slumped on the ground.

               “What a wonderful thing trained immunity is! I bet you’re just mad because I spoke the truth, huh? You and that tranny jokester?”

               But then, Spider-Star rose. Somehow, he got even paler. She gave him her best death stare, and he seemed to realize his mistake.

               But Della had made mistakes too. While she was waiting, she had been swinging all over the alley, leaving webs everywhere. He grabbed one, wrapped it around his hands, and clambered the side of the building. Still fatigued after the effects of the weird gas, she didn’t pursue him. She stumbled inside, to find gas had slipped in, leaving Cali knocked out on the floor.

               She grabbed Cali’s trench coat and called 911. “911, what’s your emergency?”

               “M-my sister, there was this gas, an-and now she’s passed out- “

               “Name and address?”

               “I’m Della… Cali’s the passed out one… an’ we’re at the Sweet Cup Bakery on Queens Avenue.”

               “An ambulance is headed your way. Are you okay?”

               “There was a man in the alley, and he got a bit beat up, I was watching, and Spider-Star saw him try to mug a girl, so she jumped on him, and that released the gas.”

               “Okay. The ambulance is outside. Please keep breathing. Your sister will be fine, I promise.”

               “Thanks.” Della exhaled.

               She could hear the smile in the operator’s voice. “No problem.” The operator did like helping people, and she was a Spider-Star fan. Not a bad start to her shift.

()()()()())(

               Della sat in the white waiting room. The nurses and doctors were constantly going in and out of Cali’s room, and all she could do was wait.

               I’m sorry, Cali. I’ll do better next time.

Spider-Star’s JJJ is actually his trans daughter, Sam Jessie Jameson. Because I had literally no ideas, I decided to make an image instead of a story. I have learned a lesson. It only took maybe two hours.