Superman in Marvel
Chapter 19: Threads of Destiny
The City's Newest Hero
New York couldn't stop talking about him.
The headlines called him Superman.
The footage of him saving the hostages had gone viral within minutes. News anchors debated his origins, scientists tried to explain his powers, and conspiracy theorists went wild.
Some people feared him.
Others called him a miracle.
But Ethan?
He didn't care about any of it.
He didn't do this for the headlines. He did it because it was right.
Meanwhile, in Queens…
Peter Parker's world had changed too.
For the past few days, his body had been adapting.
Faster reflexes. Enhanced strength. A strange tingling sensation in the back of his mind whenever something dangerous was near.
He wasn't stupid.
He knew this wasn't normal.
The spider bite had done something to him. Something big.
But he had no idea what to do with it.
Until that night.
The Robbery That Changed Everything
Peter was walking home when he saw it.
A convenience store, getting robbed.
A masked thief, pointing a gun at the cashier.
The owner—a tired old man—was terrified.
Peter's heart pounded.
He could walk away.
He could pretend he didn't see anything.
But his fists clenched.
Because something inside him whispered—
Do something.
So, he moved.
Faster than he ever had before.
The thief barely had time to turn before Peter tackled him.
The gun went flying.
The thief swung a fist—
Peter dodged without thinking.
Then, without meaning to, he punched back.
Not hard.
But enough to send the guy sliding across the floor.
Peter froze.
The store owner stared.
The thief groaned.
"…Holy crap," Peter whispered.
Then, before anyone could react, he ran.
Because this wasn't normal.
And he had no idea what he had just become.
A Suit for a Hero
The next morning, Peter sat in his room, sketching.
If he was going to do this—if he was really going to help people—
He needed a suit.
Something to hide his identity. Something that fit him.
He wasn't Superman.
He was something else.
Something…
Spider-like.
A Genius at Work
Meanwhile, inside Stark Tower, Tony Stark had been busy.
Ever since the world had learned about Superman, Tony had been digging.
No birth records. No military files. No past.
This guy didn't exist.
And Tony Stark hated not knowing things.
J.A.R.V.I.S. spoke. "Sir, I've run every scan available. Superman has no known history."
Tony leaned back. "Yeah, figured."
He sipped his coffee.
Then smirked.
"Alright. Guess I'll just have to meet him myself."