Spideypool prompt oneThe two masked men were walking through the alleyways, Spiderman trying to handwave his shortness of breath on the long and drawn out battle they had just endured. He was walking because he didn't feel like leaving Deadpool behind. Or so he said.
That excuse never seemed to enter his brain at other times, and Deadpool couldn't help but be a little worried. They were on their way back to Parker's apartment, and Deadpool stopped his friend quickly by placing a hand on his shoulder.
A Simple Drive Home Turned Extremely ComplicatedI'm returning home from work, a twenty minute drive on a good day, which today has not been. My mind is caught up on how I have homework already and it's only the second day of my senior year, and how I had almost been late to work that day, stuck in a stumbling mess as I tried to keep up with the busier than normal workload.
The night is young, the sun still leaving its silky glow across the heavens and painting everything a warm tangerine. Eyes flitting down to the speedometer, I acknowledge 60 miles per hour, maybe leaning slightly enough to the right to warrant 61 as a better read.
My home is pretty much a straight shot from work, twenty miles on one highway surrounded by farmland on either side. It's a boring drive on any other night, and my radio is pumped to keep my heart in similar fashion to keep myself from dozing off.
I'm in the final stretch home, I can't have more than four minutes left, when something goes horribly wrong. I don't have time to figure out what went w