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"T-Take me—Argh!—to this address!" Dr. Connors groaned as he stumbled into the taxi, his body wracked with pain. His breathing was labored, but his determination outweighed his suffering. He had done it—he had finally made the serum. Now, he just needed to inform Norman Osborn.
The taxi driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable, "Alright, buddy. Hold on tight."
The car engine roared to life as the taxi sped down the dimly lit streets. Connors clenched his jaw, trying to endure the excruciating pain pulsating through his body. He could feel something… shifting inside him.
A deep, unsettling fear crept into his mind. Had the serum worked? Or had he made a terrible mistake?
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"S-S-Spider-Man!" The tattooed thug screamed in terror as he stumbled backward, landing on the cold, bloodstained pavement.
He had heard the stories—the ones whispered in the dark corners of the underworld. Spider-Man was no hero. No, he was a monster. A demon in human skin.
Ever since the infamous night when he had brutally slaughtered Bullseye—Kingpin's right-hand man—along with countless others, the criminal world had lived in fear. The rumors painted a gruesome picture: severed limbs, bodies sliced apart like paper, and a bloodbath that sent shivers down even the toughest men's spines.
And now, that same monster stood before him.
Spider-Man had already killed his crew with terrifying efficiency, slicing through them like they were nothing more than insects. Heads rolled on the ground, their lifeless eyes staring into the void.
The thug's heart pounded in his chest. He had no chance.
"Just die already." Peter muttered.
Swish!
A razor-sharp spider-leg shot out from Peter's back, piercing the man's open mouth and exiting through the back of his skull. The thug's body convulsed for a brief moment before collapsing into a heap.
Peter let out a quiet exhale as the leg retracted into his back. He had already modified his suit by cutting four holes in the fabric, allowing his spider limbs to emerge freely. It wasn't the most aesthetic look, but it was better than tearing and repairing his suit every time.
Now, with the bodies of three criminals littering the alley, Peter turned his attention to the red-haired woman standing a few feet away.
Her emerald-green eyes were wide with shock and disbelief.
Peter smirked under his mask, 'So they sent her.'
"Thank you! Thank you for saving me!" She cried, her voice trembling as she ran toward him, tears glistening in her eyes.
Peter stopped her with a raised hand, "Drop the act."
The woman blinked, "W-What do you mean?" she asked, her expression shifting into confusion.
"I know who you are, Natasha Romanoff."
At the sound of her name, her soft, vulnerable demeanor vanished. In its place was the cold, calculating Black Widow.
Swish!
In one swift motion, she drew a concealed knife from beneath her dress and leaped backward, widening the distance between them. Her body tensed, ready for combat.
"How?" She demanded, her voice sharp as steel, "How do you know my name?"
Peter chuckled, stepping forward slowly, "I know a lot about you."
"Don't come any closer." Natasha warned, her grip tightening around the knife.
"I know you work for SHIELD."
"Stop."
"I know that before SHIELD, you were trained in the Red Room."
Natasha's eyes flickered with momentary shock, "I said stop!" She shouted, but there was a hint of hesitation in her voice.
Peter took another step forward, "I even know your father's name."
Her breath hitched.
"W-What?" Her body stiffened.
Peter leaned in slightly, whispering, "Ivan."
A cold silence filled the air.
Natasha stared at him, her pulse quickening. She didn't even know her own father's name—how the hell did he?
"You're bluffing." She growled, more to convince herself than him.
She lunged forward, the knife aimed at his chest.
Peter sidestepped with ease, catching her wrist in mid-air. In the next second, he spun her around and pinned her against the brick wall, locking both her hands above her head.
"Come here, my wild cat." He teased.
Natasha's breath was ragged, her heart pounding against her ribs. He was too fast—too strong. No ordinary person should have been able to dodge her like that.
She looked up, her nose almost brushing against his mask.
"Now you're silent." Peter murmured, his voice low, "So let me ask you—did Fury send you?"
Natasha exhaled sharply, "...Yes."
Peter released her hands, stepping back.
She rubbed her wrist, scowling, "Do you not know how to be gentle with a woman?"
Peter tilted his head, "You don't look like a normal woman to me."
A small smirk played on Natasha's lips, "When Fury briefed me about you, I was curious. A man swinging between buildings, possessing super strength... But you're more than that, aren't you?" She circled him slowly, her sharp gaze studying every inch of his posture. "There's something different about you and those powers of your."
Peter remained silent.
Truth be told, he admired her resilience. Despite the overwhelming information he had just dumped on her, she barely faltered. This was exactly why he liked Black Widow—she was strong, intelligent, and undeniably attractive.
Natasha finally stopped in front of him, "Let's get to the point." She said, her voice firm, "Who are you?"
Peter chuckled, "I am Spider-Man."
She rolled her eyes, "I mean your real name."
"Do you really think I'd be dumb enough to tell my real name to a SHIELD agent?"
Natasha crossed her arms, staring at him. After a moment, she sighed, "Fair enough."
Peter smirked, "But I can tell you one thing—I'm not your enemy. Well, not yet." His voice dropped to a more serious tone, "That depends entirely on whether you or your organization give me a reason to be."
Before Natasha could reply, Peter's enhanced hearing suddenly picked up something.
A deep, thunderous sound.
An explosion.
"I have to go." Peter said abruptly, turning away. He knew that Lizard has appeared.
"Wait—where are you going?" Natasha called after him, but he had already disappeared into the shadows.
She frowned, then felt her phone vibrate.
Pulling it out, she answered, "Yeah, Coulson?"
A tense voice came from the other end. "A giant lizard-like creature just appeared on the Williamsburg Bridge!"
Natasha's eyes widened.
"What?! A lizard monster?!"
She tightened her grip on the phone, her mind racing.
"What the hell is happening in this city?"