#spiderboy

i decided to do this silly template w/micah and his very outdated og concept lol

Kidpool/Spider-Boy #1 (2025)

Whoa whoa whoa! I never shared Bails' finalized Spider-Man look!

The Young Spiders (consisting of Miles Morales, Bailey Briggs, Maka Akana, Anya Corazon, Silk and Spider-Gwen) are in the hall of the Empire State University, waiting for the training session with Norman Osborn. Miles Morales is giving a speech when he notices Bailey Briggs and Maka Akana are slacking off with their poses and gestures much to his chagrin. Most of the Young Spiders question Miles' insistence that they need to train together more, with Gwen in particular bringing up how they all punch way above their weight class on a regular basis. Miles does acknowledge her point, but brings up how their recent pyrrhic victory against the Goblin Slayers is reason enough that they can't afford to get complacent. While everyone are talking, they get attacked by Norman Osborn who is seemingly acting like Green Goblin. The Young Spiders try to fend off but Osborn was too prepared for them. It seems that a lot of Osborn's tactics against the Spiders exploit how naturally chaotic they are when coordinating as a team. While he did need specialized equipment to specifically deal with Miles, Anya, and Maka, Osborn was able to take down the others by simply pointing out their own flaws such as Gwen's impulsiveness, Silk's childishness (despite being Peter's age range) and Bailey's passiveness born from Peter forbidding him from ever fighting villains out of his league. Even in Anya's case, his contingency essentially hinged on whether or not Anya was slacking on her sorcery skills.

Then, Spider-Woman (Jessica Drew) crashes in and knocks down Osborn with her motorcycle. Spider-Woman is fiercely protective of the Young Spiders as she believed that Norman had gone back to his Green Goblin shenanigans so she beats him up until the rest of the Spiders explain that his attacks was just a part of a training exercise and plead for her to stop. It turns out that this training exercise was to prepare the Young Spiders for any ambush attacks and do more teamwork. Even though Miles, Gwen, Anya, Cindy, Bailey and Maka are all technically Peter Parker's legacies, he barely did enough job to actually prepare them as vigilantes or teach them how to coordinate as a team. This is especially poignant in regards to Miles, as Osborn singles out his flaws as the direct result of being Peter's actual protege.

Hi, Linh. 

I don’t really know why I’m writing this. It’s never going to get to you. 

Not like I can really send mail from out here. Even if I did, you’d probably throw it out, with all the other college junk mail and letters from Má and bank loan offer bullshit that I imagine still piles up to this day. Wonder if it’s still showing up at the house, too. Bet Má would love that. Hey, is your dead son ready for college apps? Does the daughter who hasn’t said shit to you in years want a loan? I think she took you off the family plan, actually. I guess I’m next.

I can’t believe it’s August.

I feel like I blinked and orientation was over. And three months later, instead of starting my first semester and making the family proud and sticking to the plan that’s got me through the past eighteen years  though I guess I was only planning for more like twelve of them I’m out here in the middle of nowhere, writing this stupid letter at a rate of three words a minute. 

My hand really hurts. I remember when you used to get me to stir the pan for you whenever you’d cook because your wrists got sore from sketching and scrubbing and cleaning up all our shit even though Má always got pissed at you for half-assing it anyway. But I think I win now. It’s so stiff all the time. Worse than finals last year, though I guess you weren’t there to hear me complain about that lucky you.

Sometimes I wonder what you’re up to. Do you do this too? Write letters you’ll never send? Do you even want to? 

I was going to visit you. Or track you down, anyway, since you haven’t shared your address since you left. I know you’re close to Brighton U, though. It’s not a big city. You’ve got to be making a name for yourself somewhere. Can’t be too hard to find. 

…And I guess I wanted you to miss me enough to let me find you. 

Guess I waited too long to try. 

Your brother (whose hand and everywhere else still hurts like hell),