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C380 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-06-19 08:59:57 +0000 UTCAfter Miles proved himself and joined the team, everyone gathered in the Spider-Cave, their determined expressions illuminated by the glow of computer screens and flickering monitors.
They knew that time was running out, and they needed to finalize their plan to stop Kingpin and his destructive supercollider.
Peter took the lead, standing at the center of the room. "Alright, team," he began, his voice steady and authoritative. "We know that Kingpin's supercollider is the key to sending us all back to our respective universes. Peni, how are we looking with Doctor Octavius’s computer?"
Peni, immersed in her work, looked up briefly and nodded. "I've managed to extract the data we need. The blueprints and coding for the supercollider, security protocols, and just about everything we need to shut it down. It's all here." She gestured to the computer in front of her, the screen displaying complex algorithms and schematics.
Gwen leaned in closer, her eyes scanning the information on the screen. "Good work, Peni. We'll need to study those blueprints and identify any potential vulnerabilities. If for some reason we can’t shut it down as planned, then sabotaging the supercollider will have to be the backup plan."
Noir, leaning against a wall with his fedora tilted over his eyes, chimed in with his usual dry tone. "And what about the big guy himself? How do we plan to take him down?"
Peter nodded, acknowledging the valid concern. "You guys can leave Kingpin to me. Since Ben and Miles’ little heist at Alchemax, I wouldn’t put it past Fisk to hire some more muscle, so you guys can focus on Doctor Octavius and whoever else shows up."
Ben nodded his head. "Sounds good to me."
Nobody voiced any disagreement with his rather simple plan.
"Alright, then I guess we have a game plan.” Peter smirked as he turned to Peni. “Peni, get to working on that override key. We need it done by tomorrow.”
“Aye aye, Captain!” She salutes Peter before returning to work, her robot companion hovering over her.
Miles, still riding the high of his recent victory, spoke up. "What about me? How can I help?"
Peter turned to Miles. "There’s nothing for you to do today, Miles, so head home and get some sleep. Tomorrow, you’ll fight Kingpins minions with the rest of the team. And if everything goes according to plan, you’ll send us all home."
Miles nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "I won't let you down, Peter. I'll do whatever it takes."
Peter placed a hand on Miles' shoulder, his voice filled with conviction. "I know you will, Miles. I have complete faith in you. Now head home and get some rest. We have a busy day tomorrow."
After being shooed away, Miles said his goodbyes and ran off, returning to his dorm room for the night.
...
Peter stepped out of the Spider-Cave, thinking of a few things that needed to be done before tomorrow.
As he made his way back into the dimly lit house, he found himself standing outside the door of his deceased counterparts childhood bedroom. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and entered.
Inside, he found Aunt May still sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on a framed photograph of her late Peter. Her face held a mixture of grief and determination, her resolve evident even in the midst of her pain.
She glanced up as Peter entered, a flicker of sadness in her eyes before a small smile tugged at her lips.
"I'm back," Peter said softly, his voice filled with understanding. He had left May with a choice earlier, and now it was time for her to give an answer.
Aunt May set the photograph aside and stood up, facing Peter with a resolute expression. "I've made my decision," she declared, her voice steady. "I've thought long and hard about what you asked me earlier. Kingpin needs to pay for what he's done. I want vengeance for my Peter, for all the pain he caused."
Peter's heart sank a little, knowing the weight of the choice she had made. But he also understood the depths of her grief and anger.
He nodded, his voice filled with a quiet determination. "If that's what you want, Aunt May, then I'll help you. We'll make him pay."
Aunt May's eyes shone with a mix of gratitude and sadness.
She reached out, placing a hand on Peter's cheek. "Thank you, Peter," she whispered. "I know it's a heavy burden to bear, but we can't let him get away with what he's done. We have to make sure that no one else loses someone they love to that maniac."
Peter's gaze locked with Aunt May's, a shared understanding passing between them. He knew the path they were about to take was a dark one, but sometimes, darkness was the only way to bring about justice.
"We'll make sure Kingpin never hurts anyone again.” He vowed, his voice unwavering. ”Now, why don’t you go and get some rest?"
Aunt May squeezed Peter's hand before returning to the twin sized bed. “I’ll get some sleep soon. I just want to stay here a bit longer...”
...
As Peter stepped out of the bedroom, his mind filled with the weight of Aunt May’s decision, he found Noir leaning against the wall in the hallway.
The detective Spider-Man had heard everything and wore a thoughtful expression.
Noir pushed himself off the wall and approached Peter, his fedora casting a shadow over his eyes. "Quite a heavy burden she’s taken on..." he remarked, his voice low and gravelly.
Peter nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "I know it's not an easy choice, but she’s made up her mind. She wants vengeance."
Noir's gaze met Peter's, his eyes searching for understanding. "I get it, I do. But you can't let her be the one to pull the trigger. She shouldn't have to bear that weight. It'll haunt her."
Peter's expression softened as he considered Noir's words. He understood the detective's concern for Aunt May's well-being. "You're right, Noir. I don't want her to carry that burden. I'll make sure she's not involved in the final act."
Noir's shoulders visibly relaxed, a sense of relief washing over him. "Good," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "And don’t worry. I won't tell the others about this. They wouldn't agree with taking a life. They're young and naive. It's better this way."
Peter nodded in agreement. "I appreciate that, Noir. Aunt May deserves some semblance of peace."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Noir's lips, acknowledging the agreement between them. "We'll take him down. We'll make sure justice is served. And I promise, your secret is safe with me."
As the situation settled between them, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with Noir. He had always considered himself to be a hero who didn't mind killing, and it seems that he’s met a kindred spirit.
"You're not the only one with a dark past, Peter," Noir said, his voice carrying a hint of regret. "I've got a few bodies under me too. But we can't let that define us. We have to make sure we do what's right, even if that means getting our hands dirty..."
Peter looked at Noir, a mixture of understanding and empathy in his eyes. "I could’t agree more."
With a solemn nod, the two Spider-Men parted ways, knowing that the path they were about to take was a difficult one. They each carried the weight of their choices, their shared understanding binding them together in the pursuit of justice, even in the face of darkness.
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Later that night, Peter made his way back to the Spider-Cave. As the elevator descended, he was greeted by a sight that filled him with relief.
The team, exhausted from their preparations, lay sprawled across various surfaces of the Spider-Cave.
Gwen was curled up in a corner, her head resting against a pile of web-shooters. Peni and her robot companion were huddled together, their heads tilted to the side in slumber. Ben, with his suit partially unzipped, snored softly in a makeshift hammock alongside Spider-Pig, who was spooning his head.
The only one missing was Noir, who seemed to disappear after their talk earlier.
Peter's gaze shifted to the computer where Doctor Octavius's data was stored. It was located on the workbench, tempting him with its secrets. He knew that the plans for the supercollider could grant him Multiverse travel, and he couldn't afford to leave them behind.
Silently, he crept across the room, his footsteps barely making a sound. He approached the computer, his spider senses on high alert.
With practiced ease, he accessed the hard drive and carefully detached it from the computer.
Holding the drive in his gloved hand, Peter tucked it away inside his suit, ensuring its safety. He knew he had to study its contents thoroughly when he returned to his own universe.
His eyes flickered to the slumbering members of his new team, their trust and faith in him unwavering. Peter couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for keeping this secret from them. But that guilt soon faded away, never to be seen of felt again.
After all, this was multiverse travel. He could easily make it up to them when he visits their universes one by one.
Taking one last glance at the sleeping heroes, Peter made his way out of the Spider-Cave, leaving them undisturbed.
With resolve burning in his veins, he disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a quiet Spider-Cave and a team of heroes unaware of the secret he carried with him.
A/N: 1630 words :)
