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C622 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2024-02-08 17:31:47 +0000 UTCWith the defeated Spider-Society members sprawled unconscious on the ground, Peter efficiently confiscated their watches. Webbing them up securely, he restrained their forms, ensuring they wouldn't pose a threat when they woke.
Miles, recovering from the intense beating, watched Peter with a mix of relief and curiosity. "Hey… Can I have one of those dimensional traveling watches?" He asked, rubbing his sore jaw.
Peter shook his head as he inspected the watches. "I have to run some tests on them first." He refused, which caused Miles to frown. “But I wouldn’t mind giving you one afterwards, as long as they’re safe to use…”
Miles seemed fine with that, though he didn’t have a choice in the matter. It’s not like he could rob them from Peter, as he would immediately get beaten into the ground, just like his two attackers.
As Peter worked on securing the captives, Miles delved into a detailed explanation of the events leading up to the ambush. He spoke of the Spider-Society's mysterious invitation, the doubts and suspicions harbored by some members, and Ben's impulsive decision to infiltrate the society against their strongly worded advice.
Listening attentively, Peter sighed, realizing the situation was more complicated than he initially thought. "So, Ben went rogue and stirred up trouble. Sounds like something he would do," he commented, shaking his head. "Guess it's time to clean up his mess."
Miles, frustration etched across his face, added, "Yeah, Tobey and I tried to stop him, but he stopped answering our messages…"
Concern flashed in Peter's eyes as he finished tying up the last Society member. "If they sent these goons after you, then that means Ben is probably captured already." He guessed, his hand moving to his chin in contemplation. “They might have even broke into his phone…”
After all, how else would they have known that he was conspiring with Miles?
Suddenly, realization struck Miles, freezing him in place. He turned to Peter, his eyes wide with a dawning realization. "If they sent people like this after me, do you think they did the same for Tobey?"
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Using Tobey’s phone to find his exact location in his universe, Peter and Miles stepped out of a star-shaped portal, dragging their webbed up captives behind them. Finding themselves on the windswept top of a towering skyscraper in New York City, their pace quickened, fueled by the worry that Tobey might already be captured or worse.
As the portal closed behind them, they suddenly stopped, stunned by the scene before them. They had expected to arrive during a fight, upon which they would jump in and save Tobey, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
Tobey, in his iconic spider suit, sat atop a pile of four webbed-up and unconscious spider people, the moon shining behind him.
He didn’t need saving at all…
The sight was a testament to his prowess, having single-handedly defeated the intruders.
Seeing the scene before him, Miles couldn’t help but sag his shoulders in defeat. The Spider-Society only sent two guys after him, yet he had to run for his life and call for Peter to save him. Meanwhile, Tobey took care of his attackers all alone, and he had twice as many compared to him.
Two of the four captured society members wore matching grey suits with masked eyes shining in different colors, one yellow, the other red.
[Insert picture of Spider-Man Twins here]
The other two, starkly different compared to the twins. One sported a ninja-style spider suit, and the other wore an average Spider-Man suit, though it was stretched to the max by his obese figure.
[Insert picture of Mangaverse Spider-Man here]
[Insert picture of Fat Spider-Man here]
Tobey, only slightly winded and tired, turned in their direction, spotting Peter and Miles. He waved in greeting to Miles, "Hey, Miles." His eyes then shifted to Peter, registering surprise, "I see you've finally decided to answer your phone, Peter."
“Yeah, well, I happened to be busy dealing with a guy who could eat my entire planet, so sorry if I didn’t respond in time…” Peter explained briefly, piquing both Miles and Tobey’s curiosity.
Though they had other things to worry about at the moment…
Miles, relief washing over him, approached Tobey, who stood up and jumped off the pile of bodies. "Tobey, are you okay? They sent guys after me too, though I couldn’t handle them as easily as you did…"
Hearing this, Peter couldn’t help but comment. “What do you man as easily? I distinctly recall you getting your a*s beat until I arrived and saved you…”
Miles turned to glare at Peter, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. “Shut up, dude. You don’t have to tell him that…”
Tobey chuckled, patting the younger Spider-Man’s head. "Don’t worry too much. You’re still young and fairly new to this whole Spider-Man thing, especially compared to me." He gestured to the defeated foes behind him. "Trust me, once you’ve been doing this for as long as I have, you’ll be able to take out twice as many guys as this.”
Peter, observing the scene with a wry smile, chimed in, "This is nice and all, but we should really get going. After all, we need to pick up Gwen, return these guys back to their boss, and let’s not forget that Ben is probably locked up somewhere…”
Tobey turned to Peter. "I’m ready to go whenever you are, though I could use one of your healing spells before we leave." He said, clearly tired from the four on one fight that he just went through.
Peter nodded as he waved his hand, shooting a quick healing spell at him. “There, feel better?”
Tobey’s eyes widened as he felt his entire body return to peak condition in an instant. “D-Did you learn a new healing spell?”
Peter shook his head. “No, but I did get a lot stronger compared to the last time we met, so that might be what you’re feeling…”
“How much stronger?” Miles couldn’t help but ask.
Peter shrugged. “A lot…”
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As the weight of Uncle Ben's tragic past settled in the dimly lit cell, Ben couldn't help but empathize. The realization that Miguel O'Hara, the man he met just day or two ago, was responsible for the anguish etched across the elder Spider-Man's face left Ben both angry and saddened.
Lost in his thoughts, Ben reflected on Uncle Ben's journey. How he once used his powers for good, only to have it all crumble after a fateful encounter with Miguel. The lonely, broken version of his Uncle Ben haunted him, a man who had lost not just his wife and son but now his freedom as well.
As the night dragged on, Ben pondered the irony that despite Uncle Ben's relentless pursuit to Ave he his family, in the end, he found himself imprisoned alongside an alternate version of his nephew.
It was like fate or some other god was taunting him, showing him a future that he could have had, but will never experience.
The next day brought an unwelcome wake-up call as Ben stirred to find Uncle Ben using their shared toilet. The uncomfortable reality of living in close quarters with another person hit him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for all the criminals he had sent to similar confinements.
The cramped space became a constant reminder of their shared fate, and Ben found himself dreading the inevitable moment when nature called for one of them to go number two. The prospect of enduring the smell and navigating the awkwardness made him cringe.
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As time passed and the night settled into the prison cell once again, Ben prepared to retire to his bunk, but Uncle Ben halted him with a gesture, “Stand in the corner by the door, and be quick!”
Perplexed, Ben complied, his curiosity mounting as he observed Uncle Ben hastily gathering his belongings atop his bunk, wrapping them in a makeshift sack fashioned from a blanket.
"What's going on?" Ben inquired, eyeing Uncle Ben's mysterious preparations.
Uncle Ben remained tight-lipped, joining Ben in the designated corner as he kept an eye on the clock outside their cell. Time crawled on, with Ben's questions growing more persistent and Uncle Ben offering no explanations.
As the seconds ticked away, the distant and muffled hum of a drill began to infiltrate the air, originating from the other side of the wall across from them. Ben's confusion deepened, and just as he was about to voice his concerns, the wall exploded in a shower of dust and debris, shrouding the cell in a hazy fog.
As the dust settled, Ben squinted through the remnants, his eyes widening at the sight of an unfamiliar figure standing in the newly created breach. Clad in a distinctive spider suit, denim jacket, converse shoes, and a mask adorned with a few metal spikes atop his head, the figure exuded an air of rebellion.
[Insert picture of Spider-Punk here]
In a British accent, the newcomer declared, "The cavalry has arrived."
Uncle Ben, unfazed by the unexpected entrance, grabbed his wrapped belongings off the bunk and approached Spider-Punk with a gruff demeanor. "You're half an hour late!"
Spider-Punk, undeterred by Uncle Ben's sternness, simply answered. "Do you think it’s easy sneaking into this place, old man?”
Silently choosing to forgive his accomplices tardiness, Uncle Ben turned back to Ben, staring at his dumbfounded face for a moment before asking, “Hey, kid! Are you coming or what?”
A/N: 1605 words :) You guys were right. Spider-Punk fits more as an ally, I’m happy I changed it. Thanks for the feedback.
Comments
KingSpy25i .
"relentless pursuit to Ave (save) he his family"
Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
