The Tangled Web of Lincoln Loud

Series 1 - Beginning

Chapter 1 Sweet Dreams

General notes: This fanfic is a translation from Spectacular Lincoln Loud a Spanish fanfic that mixes The Loud House with Spider-Man, the translation for this first chapter was made by ManuJm, but from chapter 2 will be done by Krishbandicoot.

Because this fic was made 3 years ago, originally the music was going to sound at the same time for the characters and spectators, but because this was not working after chapter 4 this was change to a better experience, modify this in the translation can give problems to the narrative overall, so we decided to keep this experience for the first 3 chapters. Hope is not an inconvenience.

The 12-year-old found himself humming the song he and his sister had written as he 'strolled' the city.

He had long decided that the summit of a building was the perfect place to do so. The wonderful vistas that one won at such height were worth it, not to mention it was a good way to observe his beloved New York in its entirety. Even the polluted neighborhoods, full of smog, had a certain charm to them.

He placed himself right at the border of the building, not a hint of fear on his eyes as he casually walked around its perimeter.

Before pressing a button on his right gauntlet and plummeting to the city below.

"Living on the edge, fighting crime, spinning webs, swinging from the highest ledge, he can leap above our heads"

He continued to be utterly unconcerned, his thoughts entirely concentrated on the song, cause he already knew he had nothing to fear.

And just a few meters before he crashed to the ground, he raised his right hand and a sling web shot out of it, sticking itself to a nearby building, and pulling him up at high speeds.

"Ahhh ahh ahhh ah ahhh Ahhh ahh ahhh ah ahhh ah"

And before the web pulled him back, he once again pressed a button on his right gauntlet, which suddenly cut the web and left him once again free, only for him to do the same process with his left hand, sticking himself to another building. And so, with each swing, he traveled across the city faster than any car could even imagine.

"Villains on the rise, and the city's victimized. Looking up with no surprise, arrivin' in the speed of time"

One downside of such 'method' of transportation was that it quickly tired him, even with his enhanced physical characteristics. His mask did not help either, as it somewhat blocked his breathing.

On the other hand, it managed to hide his very distinctive white hair, so he simply accepted it and moved on.

"Ahhh ahh ahhh ah ahhh Ahhh ahh ahhh ah ahhh ah"

Suddenly, he felt all the hairs on his body stand up, as his Spider-Sense practically screamed at him that something bad was going on.

And so, Lincoln Loud concentrated his entire mind to the task at hand, and so could hear bombs detonating and chunks of rocks flying three streets west, followed soon by the screams.

It was a job for him.

"Spectacular Spectacular Spider-Kid!"

His trusty suit worked wonders once again as it allowed his moves unlimited freedom as he quickly jumped towards the bank. Red and blue, made of a more flexible variant of latex, and the mask with two white clothes in place of the eyes, both detailed with spider web motifs.

Of course, the suit had its disadvantages, like the mentioned problem of sometimes breathing, and it also was not as comfortable as his old 'suit' (which really was little more than a pajama with spider motif).

Regardless, both fulfilled their primary roles of hiding everything about his identity, especially his snow-white hair that would give away who he was almost immediately. He had seen enough movies to know that if the criminals knew who he was and where he lived, he would endanger not only himself but his family.

Fortunately, such competent criminals tended to belong only in movies, and although some organized crime and metahumans could be a somewhat big problem, they were not numerous enough to truly destabilize the balance. Most of the criminals were only street gangs that barely knew how to utilize knives and pistols, much less use them effectively against someone with advanced physique and reflexes as Lincoln.

However, that was changing.

New evildoers were rising, much more agile and intelligent. And while they still were not able to compete with Lincoln directly, they were the prelude for the one true menace that soon came.

The Green Goblin.

The news's last darling, he was as strong as Lincoln, as agile as Lincoln, and if he was being honest, smarter than him. He was his nemesis, spreading chaos and fear just as Spider-kid brought hope and peace. He could make buildings blow up with pumpkin-shaped grenades, and moved with a hoverboard from the disaster with a smile in his ugly green face.

—Lincoln? Lincoln?— he heard directly on his ear —Can you hear me?—

—Loud and clear Peter, no pun intended— responded Lincoln as he once again swung with his left hand —Isn't it a bit risky to call me from the bus?—

Indeed, the 12-year-old brunette was sitting on the school bus, wearing a plaid shirt. He was totally concentrated on his cell phone, using his bag to hold himself and make it so that the shaking of the bus didn't interrupt him.

—It's an emergency, I heard Liz talking to Chandler about the avenue bank being attacked— said the boy in a half-whisper.

—Don't worry Pete, I'm halfway there— informed Lincoln with a chuckle.

—Spider-Sense?—.

—Spider-Sense— reaffirmed Lincoln jumping from traffic light to traffic light, gathering sounds of awe from the people below —By the way, when did Gwen have her try for cheerleaders again?—.

—Today before class begins— answered Peter adjusting his glasses, waiting for an answer. When none came, he continued —You forgot, didn't you?—.

—I, uh, can't hear you, I'm near the bank kshhh, there are interferences...— he covered his mouth with his hand and began making strange sounds.

—I can't keep watching your back forever. I'm already doing your homework alongside mine— said Peter somewhat annoyed.

—I'll find a way to pay you back dude, I swear— promised Lincoln before doing a pirouette that landed him near the bank —Ok, I'm near the scene—.

—Do you think it might be the Green Goblin?— asked Peter with a tint of nervousness —He's the toughest of all the villains you've faced—.

—Well, last time I was wearing a pajama and the web launcher malfunctioned. He didn't really beat me...—.

—Yes, he did—.

—Well, he won't manage twice— Lincoln now could directly see the bank —Can't talk anymore, Pete, tell Gwen I'm sorry—.

—Wait, no Lincoln...— he stopped at the sound of a deadline —Great, this can't get any worse—.

And as the young Parker tempted fate, he was answered.

—Hey! Who were you talking to, Petey Porker?— a redheaded child approached, making his way through bus by pushing and ignoring the bus's vibrations.

—None of your business Chandler— answered Peter as he hugged his bag even tighter —What do you want?—

—Oh ho ho, looks like this dog bites now, don't you?— Chandler stirred Peter's hair —I want to know what's on today's menu, I don't want to buy the cafeteria's trash—.

—Uhhh...turkey sandwich or apple?— Peter knew he was screwed.

Spider-kid felt the explosion down to his every bone and could perfectly imagine the pumpkin like grenades being thrown around, and a green-skinned man laughing maniacally.

—Damn, it really is him...— he stopped a second to check the bank's wall clock —Gwen's gonna kill me...—

He had promised his friend, Gwen Stacy, that he would be there to support on her try to join the school's cheerleaders, but between winning Gwen's appreciation or saving people and possibly even capturing his nemesis, the decision was clear.

Besides, his sister Lynn was going to be there as well, and she knew Gwen was his friend. He was sure they would get along and Lynn would support her...probably...he hoped.

Inside the bank, chaos reigned.

Chunks of stone filled the floor, results of the explosions that also created fumes that blocked the vision of all the people inside. Screams were plentiful, and the policemen inside had their guns unholstered, ready to fire at the assailant at any moment.

However, at a speed faster than the eye could follow they were hit by something that was hovering in the air, a distinctive buzz being the only signal that it was even there between all the smoke. And with each hit, a police officer fell unconscious.

When finally, non were left awake, the fume dissipated and allowed to see a man standing there, as if he had always been there.

He was green skinned, with a big nose and yellow eyes making him look fairly distinctive. He was wearing a purple metal like suit, and a too-wide smile. His hands were crossed behind his back, and his stride was casual as if nothing were happening for him.

Such a vision caused all the screams to stop, as everyone looked with muted horror as the man approached the counter and stopped right before it, resting his arms on it.

—W-w-what can I do for you good sir?— asked the terrified man behind the counter's class, his hands raised in surrender.

—Well, you see, Mr...eh...—

—L-Larry, sir—

—Right! Well, Mr. Larry, nothing too complicated. You only need to...— the masked criminal whistled, making his hoverboard come to his side —...I know it's here somewhere...— he murmured as he opened a compartment on the table, from which he started to take out various kinds of weapons, some of which were javelins, grenades, even shuriken and a flamethrower —I'm pretty sure it was here— he said, almost as offering as an apology —Presto!—.

The villain celebrated as he finally brought out a sack and put it on the counter.

—Now, Johnny, I want you to take as much money as you have and put it there— the Goblin ordered, —Also, tell your partner that if she keeps activating the alarms, I'm gonna blow this place to Kingdom Come— he threatened as he looked at the woman with annoyance.

The Asiatic looking lady stopped pressing the button, and she too raised her hands as she started to pray for help.

—Good choice Miss— praised the Goblin before throwing a shuriken right towards the young woman, only missing a few inches, but managing to cut a few of her hairs —Oops, sorry. Slipped outta my hand— he apologized —Won't happen again, I promise—.

Everyone on the bank lost hope after seeing the man's lack of remorse or mercy, the clients hiding beneath chairs, behind plants, or anywhere they thought they could be concealed. The employees, however, didn't have such a luxury, and they both trembled with fear as they filled the Goblin's bag with money, with the latter humming in satisfaction.

—Thank you, Jason, now let's see...— he took out a one hundred bill and started inspecting it —Looks like money— he brought it closer, right next to his nose —Smells like money— he started rubbing it on his hand —Feels like money— finally, he put on his mouth —And tastes like money— he concluded before spitting out in Larry's face. He then looked once again to the employee.—Congratulations Frank, you and the darling over there have won yourselves around thirty seconds ahead— he announced as he mounted his hoverboard —If I were you, I would start running...— he said in a singsong manner as he started to gain height.

—Really Goblin? A bank? That's painfully average for someone like you—.

A voice cut the entire scenario on the bank in half, and a lot of the clients searched with hope to where the voice was coming from, but none managed to spot it.

And yet, they knew exactly who it was.

—Welly, Welly, Well— hummed the Goblin with satisfaction, searching around on his hoverboard —If it isn't Spider-kid. I'm so disappointed, I thought you would be studying in school like a good boy— the villain almost sounded genuinely disappointed —Well, no matter. Once I'm done with you, homework will be the least of your worries!—.

—Oh please— snorted Spider-kid before falling from the bank's roof, hanging upside down thanks to one of his webs —Are you really sure this is going to be the threat you manage to deliver? Or should I add it to the long list of times you've said I'm going to be killed, exterminated, and/or destroyed? Personally, torn apart is my favorite— he mocked while he discreetly made some web and molded it into lasso form.

—Indeed, you're right— finally said the Goblin before unleashing some of his grenades alongside maniacal laughter —Tearing apart sounds so much fun!—.

The grenades were directly launched towards Spider-kid, but with quite simple acrobatics he managed to dodge it, sticking to one of the pillars.

—You missed— replied the superhero, sarcasm dripping from his voice. To add insult to the injury, he proceeded to make a makeshift reverence —C'mon Goblin, catch you off on a bad day?— he followed the question with some web shots, that failed to hit either the aforementioned or his hoverboard.

The Goblin merely continued with his laughter as he threw more bombs to both sides, always following Spider-kid. He simply kept jumping between pillars and shooting webs at the villain, hoping for at least one to hit him.

When that happened, he threw himself as he could, managing to catch his nemesis and grabbing him by the neck.

Beneath the mask, Lincoln was smiling widely. Finally, after so much time, pain, and difficulties, he had managed to catch the Goblin.

—Looks like I've finally got you— stated Lincoln, moving the Goblin's face closer to his own.

But the Goblin's smile did not falter.

—Ah ah ah— sneered the villain before pointing up, where the smoke was no longer impeding the visibility.

And so, now it could be seen that almost all pillars for the bank were gone, and the entire structure was dangerously close to falling apart, only needing a bit more shaking or damage for that happen.

—Spider-kid, it's either my capture or the life of these poor innocent people. Hurry, the clock is ticking— said the Goblin with malicious glee.

Spider-kid quickly hit him, hoping that he would fall off the hoverboard. However, when he jumped from it to save the civilians caught in the crossfire, the apparatus went flying, with his owner still firmly planted on it.

—So long Spider-kid!— said the Goblin before throwing one his grenades to the roof, which opened a hole from which the villain escaped.

—Not again. — said Lincoln at the same time in his headphones started to sound an 80's song —Oh, I love this song.

The Goblin's granade finally made the roof start to crumble at the same time a well-known music was sounding inside the 4 crumbling walls, Lincoln could see almost in slow motion the chunks falling, some directly over civilians.

"Sweet Dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?"

Lincoln used his web lasso to attract a lonely woman that was directly on the path of collapsing stones, bringing her directly to his side.

An idea struck Lincoln, and shot more webs, quickly grabbing all the people inside the building, some wearing business suits and other more casual clothes (there even was one wearing a lab coat) and managing to stick them alongside the woman, almost like a web ball.

"Travel the world and the seven seas"

The remaining columns finally started to collapse, and Lincoln wasted no time in breaking the crystal on the counter and rescuing the Asiatic looking woman and the man named Larry that had been terrorized by the Goblin. He managed just in time, as just after he picked them a rock fell on where they previously had been sitting.

He was just going to escape from the place with all the civilians before he noticed the security guards and policemen, unconscious on the ground and too at risk of being crushed by the falling debris.

"Everybody's looking for something"

Without thinking, Lincoln shot webs at them, but these were different. Instead of merely sticking, they expanded almost like a balloon, catching all the unconscious people. He picked them, and alongside the other nine people that were webbed together, he moved to the entrance of the bank.

—C'mon don't fail me now...—

Thankfully, he still had some web left, and without hesitation, he shot it to a nearby building and grabbing all the people, he was pulled, finally managing to leave the bank before the structure ultimately collapsed, ceasing to exist.

The day had been saved.

"Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to get used by you"

However, Spider-kid's elation did not last long as he remembered another thing.

—Oh man.— he said looking towards someplace far away.

—What's wrong Spider-kid?— asked the person that was closest to him inside the web ball, the guy named Larry. Lincoln noticed some sort of admiration on his tone.

—I really need to get going— he answered as he started to climb the building next to the bank, leaving the people still inside the web ball.

—Wait a second!— shouted a woman —Aren't you going to untangle us!?— she demanded with anger.

—I'm really sorry, but if I'm late again my teacher's gonna kill me...— said Lincoln, stopping himself a moment —Don't forget about the guards and policemen! They're still unconscious and they have around 10 hours of breathable air there!— he finally said to someone at the distance before he left.

"Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused"

That someone turned to be a couple of police cars, that found themselves looking at a bunch of people stuck together with web slings, and a giant ball of said webs from which some limbs stuck out.

From one of the police cars came the police captain, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, which proceeded to ask one of the victims over what happened. Said victim turned out to be Larry, who couldn't help but shower praise on Spider-kid for saving them under three minutes.

—I see— said the man with a sigh before pinching his nose —That kid is fast but careless— he muttered —At the very least you're all okay, I'm gonna send my men to rescue our comrades trapped inside that and untangle you all— he reassured with a smile.

—Captain Stacy— called a man, another policeman. He was of Afro-American descent; he was slightly overweight and was noticeably balding —I think I found something that could help us with the Goblin—.

—Show me McBride— he said before being led to where once the bank had been, where a small pool of blood was already drying —Excellent, but we can't run our chickens before they hatch. That could be anybody's blood—

—But what if it's the Goblin's?— asked Harold McBride to his commander —George, it's what've been looking for so long, evidence, something that can lead us to his real identity, we could end this madness...—

—I know, but even if it's his, it could be contaminated. And we've got no guarantee, it could be from any of the victims...or Spider-kid's— he said before picking some of the blood that hadn't dried with a small tube —Keep searching, I'll handle this—.

Meanwhile, Lincoln had already arrived at the school, climbing it, and looking for somewhere he could hide and change. If he could just finish before the bell sounded, it would be perfect-

And then the bell rang.

—Damnit— he cursed before entering through a window to an empty room and quickly changing. When he had already put his pants on, he looked through the door's glass to see if anyone was walking on the corridors.

Once he assured himself no one was, he left the room and started to dress in his orange shirt. It, however, became stuck and had Lincoln struggled for quite some time before he finally managed.

—Ah hah!— he celebrated before grabbing his bag which he had already taken out and started running towards class —The pajama didn't give so many problems...—.

In the classroom, Peter Parker was already sitting on his desk, alongside Lincoln's best friend Clyde McBryde. He was of the same age as them, Afro-American that wore glasses and frizzled hair and a voice repeatedly described by some as 'totally irritating', who sat alongside Peter and the missing Lincoln.

Clyde noticed something strange, their other friend Gwen wasn't sitting alongside them, and she wasn't one of arriving late. He searched through the classroom before he noticed her sitting at the back of the class, her blond-haired, glass wearing appearance being unchanging. What did change from her normal cheerful expression, though, was the anger that now showed at her face.

It was then that Lincoln entered the class.

Gwen's gaze turned even more angry as she looked at the white-haired kid up and down, almost as if judging him.

If Clyde had to guess, it was all about how Lincoln had sworn that he would attend her trial for cheerleader that same morning, after having failed to show up at so many things because of his supposed extracurricular activities that no one knew what even were.

Lincoln smiled awkwardly and waved, only earning an even harder gaze from his friend.

—Lincoln Loud— said the teacher from behind Lincoln and getting his attention —I see for once you've arrived before me, what a pleasant surprise— sneered the woman before motioning him to sit.

—Thank you, Miss Simian— said Lincoln while sitting, hiding a chuckle.

—It's Sinlian!— shouted the woman —I see you want another evening of detention—.

—I'm there every day, what would even be the difference this time?— asked Lincoln with annoyance.

—That this time it wouldn't be because of arriving late— answered the woman with a malicious grin —Seems it won't matter that much—.

Lincoln limited himself to an annoyed sigh and crossed his arms, ignoring the teacher. He tried to seek comfort in Gwen but stopped himself at looking back as he remembered he had failed her.

But Peter and Clyde did smile at him, and Lincoln saw that they would join him in insulting the teacher during lunch break.

Classes were starting to become a heavy burden for the young Loud, he preferred to think about the sensation of jumping from building to building before learning why gravity was one of the main forces of the universe.

And so, classes drag on and on, slowly eating away at Lincoln before he was saved by the school bell signaling lunch.

Clyde excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Peter and Lincoln alone.

—You've got it?— asked Lincoln pointing at Peter's pockets.

—History homework, done by computer as asked— answered Peter before giving Lincoln a USB —I'm sorry, but I think I'm gonna start raising the price—.

—Peter, I'm already giving you my allowance, please don't— pleaded Lincoln —You know why I ask you...—-

—I know, but Aunt May is having financial problems again, and between that— he pointed to the web-slinger —that— he now pointed at the USB —and this— he picked his homework —I don't have much time to do anything to gain money—.

—You're twelve Pete, what could you even work at?— reasoned Lincoln before starting to whisper —You know, you saved everyone today with your web bomb— he praised while patting him on the back —When I become of legal age, I can start earning money in this hero business—.

—I dunno Lincoln— Peter sighed —Do you think we'll even become adults.

—Don't you worry Pete, I'm Spider-kid, what could even happen to me?— he said without worry as he crossed his hands behind his neck.

—Besides the Green Goblin—.

—...Touché— conceded Lincoln somewhat annoyed —But really Peter, please don't raise the price, I swear I'll find a way that we can both benefit—.

Finally, Clyde returned, and they both stopped any talking about The Spectacular Spider-kid (they both disagreed over that name), and he looked particularly unimpressed, showing both of them a video taken from the cameras at the bank attacked that morning that had been released by the media, in which Spider-kid took a lab wearing person and stuck them with the rest.

Lincoln couldn't help but smile seeing his job well done from an objective point of view at the same time he hummed "Sweet Dreams are made of this".

—Are you smiling?— Clyde's question was tinted with reproach —Lincoln, these people could have died because of Spider-kid's carelessness and arrogance— he explained —Mutants shouldn't be allowed to walk around freely, they-they're unnatural—.

—Exactly, they should be all locked up— Lincoln's laugh was low, and the way he looked at Peter denoted mischievousness.

Lincoln's rest of the day was mostly uneventful, his mind focused on his actions and the song he and Luna had made up for Spider-kid. Luna had expressed a desire to instrumentalize the song. Something rock or punk, she said, would be greatly enjoyable for him and his friends.

When he asked Peter for his opinion, Lincoln didn't fail to notice either how Clyde looked at them with disapproval as they discussed the song, or that Gwen still wasn't sitting with them, not even said a word to any of them (or really anyone) at school.

When the detention's time came, Lincoln didn't bother to say goodbye to his friends, as each went to their extracurricular activities (Chemistry for Peter, Chess for Clyde, and the Cheerleaders for Gwen).

Lincoln felt bad knowing that once again nobody would be with Gwen. Aside from him, Clyde and Peter, Gwen didn't hang out with anyone, and he guessed that she wanted to join the cheerleaders to have someone else to be with. Lincoln guessed that said loneliness was a product of Gwen's father, Police Captain George Stacy.

Lincoln was familiar with him, not only as one of his daughter's best friends but also as somewhat of a work pal, considering how he seemed to be the officer assigned to any trouble involving Spider-kid.

Detention finally came, and Lincoln barely managed to remain awake by remembering all his adventures defeating criminals, struggling before Miss Sinlian caught him sleeping (which would only result in more detention). The woman was really getting to Lincoln's nerves, but he knew there was nothing he could do.

Finally, detention ended, and Lincoln walked away as quickly as he could, wanting to get away from Miss Sinlian as soon as possible.

Suddenly, his Spider-Sense triggered, and Lincoln quickly moved his head aside, managing to dodge a paper ball covered in saliva. Annoyed, he looked to the direction from where the paper ball had come flying from, and he found Chandler's mocking smile right there.

Ever since primary, Chandler had mocked Lincoln and his friends and bullied them, and now that he was part of the football club he had worsened.

The only reason Lincoln hadn't wiped the grin off his face ever since he won his powers was that he was better than that.

Finally, as Lincoln started to walk away, an idea struck him, and he started to quickly write a note, which he then asked a classmate to pass it to his cheerleader friend, while also asking said classmate to not reveal who had sent the letter.

Once that was done, he sighed and hoped that Gwen would receive the letter and go where they would meet.

If Lincoln were being honest with himself, he knew that this whole idea was stupid, something that he would regret later on. Sometimes he had thought of Gwen as more than a friend, but his shyness had always kept him from voicing said ideas.

But now that he had failed her so much, he supposed this was the least he could to her, to show her how much she really meant to him.

He quickly moved towards the wall and started climbing towards the school's roof, looking for a place where he could change to his Spider-kid costume.

Once he managed to do so, he moved along the school, silently and as stealthily as possible, towards the place where he would meet with Gwen: the school's abandoned broom cupboard.

Lincoln stuck himself with his webs to the cupboard's roof, waiting for Gwen to appear and finally come out. Each second of the clock was almost torture for Lincoln, as each little sound that came from out of the cupboard made him think Gwen was already there, and the anxiousness was building up inside him.

Lincoln wasn't sure if he could stay there more, his brain was constantly telling him to get away.

His mouth, which was freed from the mask, was panting, and Lincoln could feel the sweat build up all through his body. He couldn't wait for Gwen to come and him do the deed to take the costume away and share his second-biggest secret with her.

Finally, the door opened, and Lincoln's impulses and anxiety got the better of him, as he shot up as quickly as possible to pop a kiss to the female that had entered the room, his eyes closed meanwhile.

—I love you— finally declared Lincoln, the words he had for so long wanted to tell Gwen finally being released.

However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself not looking at his best friend and crush, but someone else.

—What? Me? You? Me!?— in front of him was the figure of Lynn Loud, his immediately older sister, and the best sportswoman in the school —I...I'm flattered— Lynn was blushing as she said that —A-A superhero likes me?— she brought her hands to her face to her embarrassment.

Lincoln's sheer impact after what he had done made his mind go overdrive, remembering how Lynn too was accessing to the cheerleaders, and how he had forgotten to tell the classmate which cheerleader he actually wanted the note delivered to.

He felt like the world's biggest idiot, and the sheer magnitude of what he had done made him freeze, allowing his sister, unknowing of his identity, to take the sides of his head and kiss him, long and full of tenderness.

Lincoln continued to be unmoving, completely ignoring his brain screaming at him to end this...thing before it got worse. And yet, his body didn't respond, either because of the shock...or perhaps because he was slowly liking the feeling.

Finally, the second kiss ended, and Lincoln moved like a bullet, retreating to the darkness of the cupboard's roof, and pulling down his mask again.

He saw his sister smiling, blocking the door from which his now so desired and coveted escape could be done, and he sighed, deciding to address the...event before it got out of control

—I'm...sorry, Miss., but...— he tried to speak, but looking at his sister's radiant smile and happiness, Lincoln found himself unable to crush her bliss. He knew that her jock like attitude made her 'undesirable' by the schoolboy's standards and that this was possibly her first kiss. He just couldn't —I shouldn't have stolen you a kiss— he finally said —I...I should be going—.

And with nothing more to say, Lincoln jumped from his position, ran past Lynn who moved aside at seeing his speed and left the cupboard, shooting a web to tier's roof, quickly leaving behind the school with feelings of nothing but shame in his head.

Lynn, meanwhile, didn't move an inch from where she was, her mind still replaying the encounter with a giddiness that she had never experienced.

—He really is just a kid...— the realization finally dawned on her —And that kid loves me, me—.

The TV at the Loud House was usually a very contested commodity, with 10 siblings all normally wanting to watch each their own thing. However, on that evening the sofa was unusually empty, and the only occupant on it (and the only person watching the TV) was a five-year-old girl, that seemed rather unimpressed with what was being shown in the apparatus.

—The great Spider-kid-—

Channel change.

—The Green Goblin's menace-—.

She didn't care

—The avenue's bank-—.

That was supposed to be a cartoon's channel.

She finally left the TV on the music channel, the only that wouldn't be babbling about stupid heroes or villains.

Now with that out of the way, she looked at the drawing again, a sketch of her wearing a harness connected to various mechanical limbs, a marvel of engineering like few there were in the world.

—Lisa, your inventions will change the world, revolutionize it— she made an impression of an older, deeper voice, with clear annoyance— Yes, of course...— she crossed her arms —The world prefers histories of children wearing Halloween costumes over true progress—.

The phone rang, and being the only person at the house, Lisa sighed as she got off the couch and walked to pick it up.

—Loud House, Lisa Loud speaking— she said in a monotone tone.

—Miss Loud, just the woman I wanted to speak with— A professional and calm voice answered her from the other side of the phone —My scientists have been reviewing your new thesis and have been particularly captivated by your proposal for a four-armed mechanical harness. I must ask, have you built it? Have a functioning prototype at the very least?—.

—I'm sorry, but as of now is just a pipe dream. Because of my biological age, I lack funds, a laboratory with the correct equipment and basically everything I would need to...wait a moment, to whom am I speaking?—.

The voice on the other side merely chuckled.

—Have you heard of Oscorp Ms. Loud?

To be continued…