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C582 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-12-30 11:58:36 +0000 UTCHomelander's eyes widened in disbelief as Madelyn's body slumped in the chair, blood staining the luxurious upholstery. The once confident orchestrator of power now lay dying, a victim of her own calculated machinations. The room, once charged with tension, now held a heavy silence broken only by Madelyn's final gasp of pain before her untimely death.
Peter, with an air of nonchalance, looked at Homelander, his fingers still lingering from the snap that redirected the bullets. "Surprised?" he asked, his tone dripping with amusement.
Homelander, torn between grief and anger, finally found his voice. "What did you do?"
"I didn’t do anything," Peter replied, his smirk unwavering. “She must have had some enemies or something. I mean, they seemed to be aiming at her, right? Unless, of course, those bullets were meant for us? Because if they were, then you guys should really look into hiring better assassins…”
The room's occupants, including Starlight, looked at Peter in a mix of shock and awe. The audacity to casually manipulate a life-or-death situation left them momentarily speechless.
Homelander's expression darkened as he processed the situation. The woman he considered a mother figure and a dear lover, the one person who could control him, now lay dead right beside him. A surge of emotions flooded through him, creating a volatile mix of sorrow and rage. The very man he had considered making an ally moments ago had turned the tables in the most unexpected way.
"You killed her!" Homelander accused, his voice trembling with a dangerous intensity.
Peter chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the accusation. "No, I think you’re looking for those guys over there.” He says as he points out the many snipers across from them, who began to panic at this point. “I don’t even have a gun..."
Homelander, known for his violent outbursts, restrained himself. The reality of Madelyn's demise sank in, and he struggled to process the reality of it all.
“Here, let me help you get revenge.” Peter offered as he waved his hand, conjuring dozens of portal, which deposited every sniper, who fired just moments earlier, into the room. “Would you like to do the honors, or should I?”
Giving Homelander a moment, Peter eventually shrugged as he didn’t get an answer. “Well, I can do it for you. After all, you’ve just lost someone dear to you. Just sit back and watch. I’ll take care of it.”
Before Homelanders grieving eyes, Peter snapped his fingers again, materializing golden ropes, which wrapped into nooses around every snipers neck before hoisting them up off the ground. Within seconds, the disoriented assassins were struggling as the ropes tightened, slowly strangling them to death.
Starlight, still recovering from the shock, spoke up as the last one died. "D-Did you have to kill them?"
Peter leaned back in his chair, shrugging without a care. "Although I don’t enjoy killing, I also don’t mind it as long as the person or people deserve it. And sadly, for them, they tried to kill me and my wife." He said, turning to eye Starlight. “Remember, never let anyone get away with trying to kill you or your loved ones. Because chances are they’ll come back and try again.”
As the gravity of the situation settled, the once powerful Vought Tower felt like a house of cards on the verge of collapse.
Homelander, with a simmering storm in his eyes, looked at Peter. "You just declared war." He said, his voice filled with hate.
"War, my dear Homelander, is something I excel at." Peter's grin widened as he leaned forward ever so slightly. “Would you like to start now?”
The tension in the room crackled like static electricity as Homelander rose from his seat, his eyes ablaze with fury. Without a word, he lunged at Peter, fists clenched. Peter, ever agile, dodged the attack with ease, the movements fluid and effortless.
"Come on, you gotta be faster than that?" Peter taunted, his agility a stark contrast to Homelander's brute strength. “Aren’t you supposed to be the strongest superhero? I kind of expected more to be honest with you…”
The fight unfolded in a chaotic symphony of punches and dodges. Homelander, powered by his rage-fueled superhuman strength, rushed at Peter with everything he had, destroying the building with every failed attempt to strike him down.
…
As the fight intensified, MJ discreetly slipped away with Starlight, the pair stealthily making their way through the corridors of Vought Tower. Their mission was clearly outlined before their arrival. Gather evidence against Vought and their schemes, so that they can expose everything.
…
Meanwhile, the confrontation between Peter and Homelander reached a new height. Homelander, frustrated by Peter's elusive moves, unleashed a barrage of laser-like heat vision. The beams cut through the air with deadly precision, forcing Peter to defend as he didn’t want to destroy the building before they got all of their evidence.
With a wave of his hand, Peter conjured a shield, which absorbed the deathly heat rays, leaving him and the building completely unharmed.
"You can't block this forever!" Homelander roared, his eyes never dimming as he continued to fire rays of death.
Peter, undeterred, shot webs at Homelander's eyes, momentarily sealing them shut. Seizing the opportunity, Peter walked over and delivered a swift spartan kick to Homelander's chest, sending him crashing out of a window.
Falling down almost a hundred floors as he tried to claw off of the webs stuck to his face, Homelander eventually crashed into the street, halting traffic and drawing every pedestrians attention. The impact left a large dent in the concrete road, but Homelander quickly recovered, standing to his feet as he yanked the webbing from his face just in time to see Peter appear before him.
“Peekaboo.” Peter greeted as he fell feet first onto Homelanders head, forcing him back into the ground and widening the dent on the floor into a small crater.
…
Back in the building, MJ and Starlight, who seemed anxious and scared to be doing what they were doing, reached a secure room in the heart of the building, its door marked with a nondescript sign. Of course, the door was locked, but MJ quietly unlocked it with a wave of her hand, revealing a spacious server room, which also held some surveillance equipment.
The evidence they sought lay within the walls of these servers, and although MJ wasn’t much of a hacker, Peter had already given her everything she needed.
As the fight raged on, MJ began pulled out a small USB drive and plugged it into the main terminal connected to the server. Instantly, the drive did its work, scanning and copying files, capturing everything they had, including all sorts of incriminating evidence, which they would have to go over later.
Starlight, with a conflicted expression, observed from the side, conflicted and scared as this is be the first crime she’s ever committed. Though if she could see all of the evidence they were gathering, then she wouldn’t be so conflicted anymore.
The room seemed to vibrate from the clash of titans that was occurring outside, spurring Starlight to ask. “Are you sure Peter will be alright? I know he’s strong but-”
MJ almost laughed upon hearing this, interrupting Starlight before she could finish speaking. “Compared to what Peter’s faced in the past, Homelander really isn’t that scary. Trust me, he’ll be fine…”
…
On the street outside the building, the clash between Peter and Homelander intensified as they continued their brawl, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Peter displayed a level of agility and combat prowess that caught Homelander off guard.
"You really need to step up your game, Homelander." Peter taunted, his words echoing through the chaotic battlefield. “I mean, what’s the use of all that power if you can’t even land a single hit on me?”
Homelander, seething with frustration, attempted to counter Peter's taunts with brute force. He swung his fists with the force of a thousand wrecking balls, but Peter effortlessly dodged each strike, dancing around his opponent with a smirk on his face.
"Is this the best you can do?" Peter goaded as he stepped past his overzealous opponents guard and delivered a swift punch things solar plexus.
The once mighty superhero, Homelander, found himself stumbling backwards, the wind knocked out of his lungs for the first time ever in his entire life. “*Gasp*” He struggled to breath as Peter loomed over him.
"You're like a toddler throwing a tantrum," Peter mocked, evading a powerful heat vision blast that scorched a long line of parked cars. "Except toddlers are at least entertaining and cute."
Homelander, enraged by both the physical assault and the verbal jabs, roared in frustration. He unleashed his heat vision in a wild frenzy, attempting to catch Peter off guard. However, Peter's reflexes proved faster as he jabbed his two fingers forward and poked his opponent in the eyes.
“Aaaaaarrrrrgghh!” Homelander screamed in agony as his heat vision was canceled, blood dripping down his face like tears.
As Homelander covered his bleeding eyes, dropping to his knees in pain, Peter seized the opportunity and wound his foot back before punting him across the head. The impact of the kick echoed across the street, causing every onlooker to wince in sympathy for Homelander, as the hero himself was sent flying into a nearby building.
"I have to admit, you're not as fun as fighting Thanos or Dormammu. At least they had style," Peter quipped, evading a desperate haymaker from Homelander, who shot out of the rubble like a rocket, his face twisted in hatred.
Expecting Homelander to come flying back for another bout, Peter was stunned to see his opponent flying away in the opposite direction as fast as he could. “Where the f*ck do you think you’re going?!”
A/N: 1636 words :)
Comments
Dragon Cross
MJ going to fuck him up now
Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
