Peter POV:
The school hallways buzzed like a beehive. Whispers, stares, half-hidden phones.
"That's him—Parker. You saw the video, right?"
"No way a normal kid takes on a monster like that."
"Think he's Spider-Woman's sidekick?"
"Or her boyfriend…"
I didn't keep my head down, my stubbornness and pride won't allow it. Eyes burned into my back with every step. By the time Gwen and I reached the front gates, the real storm hit.
Reporters. Dozens of them, cameras flashing, microphones jabbing forward.
"Peter Parker! How did you overpower the Lizard?"
"Are you genetically enhanced?"
"Is Spider-Woman training you?"
"Are you two a couple?"
I froze. My pulse spiked, throat locking tight.
And then — click.
The Sandevistan flared alive.
The world snapped into clarity, voices stretching, flashes slowing into lazy bursts of light. My arms moved before thought, pulling Gwen flush against me.
"Hold on." I muttered.
She barely had time to yelp before I sprinted. The reporters blurred into streaks, the mob frozen mid-lunge. Gwen's hair whipped in my face, her eyes wide as we cut through the chaos of the NY like lightning.
And then we were gone.
When the surge ended, we were already in front of her apartment building, setting her gently on her feet while nanites pulsed red as they fixed up the damage caused by Sandevistan strain.
She clutched my shoulder, dizzy. "You could've warned me first."
"Wouldn't have been as fun." I said with a weak grin.
Her glare softened, but only a little.
Gwen POV:
By the time I swung back, Peter's house looked like a circus. Reporters clogged the sidewalk, cameras flashing, neighbors whispering from porches.
They wanted a statement. So I decided to give them one. Not because Peter asked me to because I wanted to.
I dropped from the rooftop, white mask gleaming under the setting sun. The murmurs silenced instantly.
"Listen up," I said, voice firm through the mask. "Peter Parker isn't my sidekick. He's not a vigilante neither is he my boyfriend. He's a kid who helped me out when the Lizard attacked. That's it. He doesn't want fame. He doesn't want trouble. Trouble just… finds him."
The crowd erupted with questions, but before I could web away—
The turbine roar hit.
A green-and-metal blur slammed into me, claws raking across my chest as the crowd screamed. Reporters scattered, cameras still rolling.
"Spider-Woman!" The Vulture screeched. "You ruined my contracts! You humiliated me! I'll tear you apart in front of your fans!"
He threw me into a parked car, glass shattering, alarms blaring.
Peter POV:
My blood froze as I watched from upstairs. Gwen, down in the street, pinned under Toomes' wings while the cameras feasted on it.
No time to think.
I leapt out the window.
The Sandevistan screamed alive and the world slowed to syrup. The reporters' mouths hung open mid-gasp, glass hung in the air like stars, Gwen's arm half-lifted to block the next strike.
I hit Toomes like a freight train. His beak mask snapped sideways with a metallic crack. I tore him off Gwen, slammed him into the asphalt, fists blurring under the chrono-burst. Each punch dented armor, sparks flaring, his scream stretched into a low, distorted groan.
The crowd saw everything. Every strike. Every shred of violence.
Reporter POV:
"Oh my god—he's fighting the Vulture!"
"That's Parker—PETER PARKER—look at his speed!"
"He's not normal. No way he's normal!"
The cameras never stopped rolling.
Fight Scene
Vulture's turbines roared, blasting me back. His claw snapped forward, raking across my shoulder — only for the nanobots to seal the gash instantly. His eyes widened.
"What the hell are you?"
I didn't answer. Instead, I kicked with the force of a minivan. A jagged shard of his own wing broke off and whizzed past my ear which I caught easily. I jumped so high that it seemed as if I was flying and I drove the sharp piece of metal into his thigh.
His scream split the dusk.
"You're scared." I said, voice low, shaking with fury. "You should be."
I raised the shard for another strike—
"PETER!" Gwen's voice cut through the haze. She was back on her feet, mask cracked, blood at her lip.
My hand trembled. The shard clattered to the asphalt.
Toomes collapsed, webbing binding him in seconds. He lay beaten and whimpering, his wings in ruin.
And all of it — every moment — had been broadcast live.
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Deep in the sewers, claws scraped equations onto damp concrete. Oscorp blueprints sprawled across the floor, GANALI device specs circled in red.
The prize was within reach. A perfect city. A perfect species.
"Soon," I hissed. "Very soon."
Peter POV – Rooftop Later
Gwen as Spider-woman sat beside me, bruised and silent. Her wounds hidden beneath her suit. Below us, reporters still swarmed, shouting theories, questions, demands.
"They saw everything." I whispered.
"Yeah." She said quietly. "And now nothing will ever be the same." " Was anything the same in the first place?" I asked which she had no answer for.
The city lights flickered on her mask's cracked lens. The future suddenly felt heavier than ever.
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