Super—heroes, something that all kids knew growing up, something they wanted to look up to. To become a super-hero— it was normalized in Norway especially. All kids talked about was Super-heroes and how they secretly had to exist! How did bad guys so easily get caught, especially the dangerous ones? Kids deemed that to be superheroes.

People having that thin spark of hope was every thing a hero could need. Kids alike knew that they'd be safe right? Especially when they are good people just trying to help— but what if they really weren't or they had chosen the wrong person?..

Tord— Tord Larsson. A ruthless man, one who played dirty games and tricks just to get what he wanted in life. The cruel and cold leader of "The Red Army"— he wasn't kind, or sweet in the slightest. All the man has done is think only selfishly about him and himself— never anybody else.

Though who would've ever guessed a man like that to be chosen by a radioactive spider and bitten— turning him into a supposed superhero that people called spiderman. It didn't make sense, especially to Tord— why him of all people? He wasn't helpful, kind, nor did he ever be selfless for others— what good does him being spiderman give?

“God fuckin' dammit. I am not playing superhero for some city— I am a damn army leader.. not some kid playing hero for a bunch of strangers who either hate my guts or are scared of me."

He'd grumble out with a frown, leaning back against the pillar that framed a corner in his office. His gaze quietly glaring at the clad clothing dummy that had his red and black spiderman suit. He didn't even get why he made one of his soldiers make the damn thing.