Chapter 26 - Civil War Part 5

(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)

Small time skip

As the Quinjet soared through the Siberian skies, the trio of heroes engaged in small talk, finding solace in each other's presence as they prepared to confront the hidden Winter Soldiers in the bunker ahead.

(Bucky) "What's gonna happen to you two's friends?"

(Karito) "... They're gonna get arrested for turning into "criminals" in a high-end prison, I think it was called The Raft or something? I don't remember, didn't bother listening."

(Steve) "Whatever it is... I'll deal with it."

(Karito) "No, I'll handle it... I'm most likely on the wanted list anyways."

(Bucky) "Guys, I don't know if I'm worth all this."

(Karito) "It wasn't your fault Bucky, you were brainwashed for years. You had no control over your actions just like how I didn't have control over the suit and beat everyone to a pulp in the airport... I didn't think the symbiote would empower my negative emotions so much... I guess I really am that fucked up... So don't say that you aren't worth everything that's happened... your you now and not the weapon that HYDRA created and I took back control of my body from the symbiote. Okay?"

(Bucky) "I guess we can relate to being brainwashed, though it might've been different."

(Karito) "I guess we do, huh?" Smirks

(Steve) Taps Karito's shoulder "Thanks."

(Karito) "I try."

Meanwhile with Tony Stark

In the aftermath of the cataclysmic confrontation with their former ally Karito, the Avengers found themselves ensnared in a web of chaos and despair. The team's physical wounds were only a tangible reflection of the deeper scars left by the harrowing experience. Bruised bodies and fractured bones bore witness to the toll of the battle, yet they were fortunate that the Toxin symbiote, driven by Karito's restrained willpower, had spared them from permanent harm.

In the somber aftermath, a tense meeting convened, with General Ross asserting that Spider-Man, in his altered state, was now deemed a menacing threat, positioning him alongside the notorious Captain America on the top of the Wanted list. Tony, ever the defender of Karito, tried to intercede, but his efforts were met with a cold resistance, the secretary's acrimony towards the Spider-hero palpable.

Caught in the throes of confusion and guilt, Tony found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. He watched his once-cohesive team now fractured by the actions of a dear friend, and the tormenting questions flooded his mind. Why did Karito choose Steve over him? Did he fail in his efforts to protect and guide his friend? The burden of overthinking weighed heavily on his shoulders, rendering him vulnerable to the dark recesses of his mind.

As the restless introspection threatened to consume him, Natasha, her face adorned with a bandage, approached Tony with empathy and understanding. The two sought solace in their shared experiences, their conversation veiled in the intimate bond forged by their heroic endeavors.

(Tony) "How are you feeling?"

(Natasha) "My face still hurts."

(Tony) "How bad did he hurt you?"

(Natasha) "Enough to fracture my cheekbones with a slap."

(Tony) "...Damn, I fractured my arm when he slammed me to the ground. It isn't too bad at least."

(Natasha) "I don't know how to feel about him after that."

(Tony) "It wasn't him, it was the suit. He would never hurt us."

(Natasha) "But after the argument he and I had... What if he was still angry about it?"

(Tony) "Don't. He might look like someone to hold grudges but he's not."

(Natasha) "...Okay..." Sighs "You know, Steve's not gonna stop. If you don't either, the beatdown is gonna be the best case scenario... what if Karito..."

(Tony) "Don't."

(Natasha) "We played this wrong."

(Tony) Starts to get agitated "We? Holy shit, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA."

(Natasha) "Are you incapable of letting go of your ego?! Weren't you almost losing your mind before I interrupted your inner monologue?!"

(Tony) Deep sigh "I tried not to lose a friend I care about! I'm trying to do what is best for all of us! I made my friend into a monster! Steve is ruining everything! My head is about to explode!"

(Natasha) "I don't wanna do this anymore."

(Tony) "What?"

(Natasha) "I can't, everything that's been going on... I just can't."

(Tony) "You... You can't leave!"

(Natasha) "Yes, I can. Nothing is like it was before and it'll never be. I at least hoped that being here was the best choice... but I should've listened to Steve. "

(Tony) "W-what?"

Tony observed Natasha's weary countenance, and it struck him as a stark departure from her usual resolute demeanor. It was perplexing, and his mind churned with questions as to why she appeared so detached and disengaged. Her demeanor was uncharacteristic, leaving Tony to wonder if something had altered her perspective on their mission and their shared cause. Had the ordeal with Karito shaken her trust in the team, or was there something else simmering beneath the surface?

Lost in his contemplation, Tony was interrupted by a timely notification from his watch, beckoning him back to the present. He instinctively shifted his focus to the information before him, seeking a refuge from the weighty thoughts that had been haunting him. But even amidst the influx of data and analysis, the turmoil within remained unabated.

(Tony) "Friday, what am I looking at?"

(Friday) "Priority upload from Berlin police."

(Tony) Sighs "Fire up the chopper."

Small time skip

In the solitary confines of the chopper, high above the vast expanse of the sea, Tony found himself deep in thought, contemplating the enigmatic revelations that had unfolded before him. As the swirling currents of the ocean mirrored the tumultuous churn of his mind, the voice of his AI resonated through the cabin, punctuating the silence with crucial information that Karito had been desperately trying to convey.

(Friday) "The Task Force called for a psychiatrist as soon as Barnes was captured. The UN dispatched Doctor Theo Broussard from Geneva within the hour. He was met by this man." Shows video footage of Zemo

(Tony) "Did you run facial recognition yet?"

(Friday) "I didn't have to, Karito already had dug up everything."

(Tony) "... Of course, he's always one step ahead of us."

(Friday) "Maybe you shouldn't have ignored him the entire time he was trying to tell you and everyone else, you decided to listen when it was too late."

(Tony) "Yeah... I really should have."

(Friday) "Anyways, the information Karito had dug him is this. The fake doctor is actually Colonel Helmut Zemo. Sokovian intelligence. Zemo ran Echo Scorpion... a Sokovian covert kill squad. Karito really doesn't stop impressing me."

(Tony) "What happened to the real Broussard?"

(Friday) "He was found dead in a Berlin hotel room. Where police also found a wig and facial prosthesis... approximating the appearance of one James Buchanan Barnes."

(Tony) Remembers what T'Challa said to him

Memory

(T'Challa) "Your Spider friend is something else."

(Tony) "How so, your Highness?"

(T'Challa) "He said that he was gonna prove me and everyone wrong that it wasn't Barnes, but a guy named Zemo that's framing him."

(Tony) "Well, he does get a bit crazy when something this crazy happens."

(T'Challa) "He's crazy indeed."

Memory end

Tony felt an overwhelming sense of guilt for dismissing Karito's warnings as mere delusions. He realized the consequences of his actions and acknowledged the need for humility and empathy in his quest for truth.

(Tony) "...Son of a bitch." Pinches the bridge of his nose "I should have listened to you since the beginning, Karito. You're always right. Get this information to Ross."

(Friday) "Yes, boss."

Siberia, HYDRA secret base

Zemo arrived at the ancient bunker with impeccable timing, adeptly clearing the ice around the pad to access the sealed gate. His keen intellect and determination led him to secure the crucial red book, which held the key to unlock the gate, a relic of the past guarding its secrets. With methodical precision, he skillfully opened the gate, revealing a vast repository of knowledge contained within a labyrinth of crates and boxes.

His eyes scanned the archives until he laid hands on the document he sought, marked with the cryptic title "December 1991." The significance of this find weighed heavily on Zemo's mind, hinting at a pivotal moment in history. Pushing further into the recesses of the bunker, he came upon an eerie sight - five imposing containers, each housing a frozen Winter Soldier.

(Zemo) "So this is what that hunter was talking about?"

With calculated steps, Zemo approached a console adorned with mysterious controls and interfaces, an enigma from a bygone era. His acute mind analyzed the intricate mechanisms, revealing the method behind the chilling preservation of the Winter Soldiers' bodies. A wry smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he discerned the secret behind their icy slumber.

From the depths of his pocket emerged a vial containing a dark, enigmatic liquid - an ominous substance pulsating with an otherworldly aura. Carefully, he observed its properties, the inky blackness seemingly alive with subtle currents of mystical energy. With deliberate intent, he introduced this arcane concoction into the chamber where once benign liquid nitrogen flowed.

A metamorphosis occurred before his eyes as the once tranquil white gas transformed into a swirling mass of darkness. An ethereal black cloud now enveloped the slumbering super soldiers, infusing their icy chambers with the essence of dark power.

Location, The Raft

As Tony's aircraft neared the predetermined coordinates, he engaged the radio to announce his presence, invoking the language of identification and protocol. The airwaves crackled with electronic transmissions, resonating like a symphony of signals amidst the vast expanse of the sky.

(Guard) On radio "This is Raft Prison Control. You're clear for landing, Mr. Stark."

Amidst the shimmering lights that encircled the ocean's edge, a colossal structure emerged, ascending from the depths with a certain ominous grace. The resurfacing prison, known only as the Raft. This circular bastion of confinement housed individuals with nefarious pasts, once aligned with the enigmatic Darks, now divested of their powers by Spider-Man's intervention. Dubbed "small fry" by Karito, they found themselves ensnared within the formidable walls of the Raft, alongside vigilantes who were now deemed a "menace" to the very fabric of humanity.

Tony's helicopter touched down within this formidable enclosure, and he was met with an austere presence - none other than Director Ross. Their encounter took on the air of formality, two forces converging in the heart of the Raft, both burdened with their respective agendas and convictions.

(Tony) "So? You got the files? Let's reroute the satellites, and start facial scanning for this Zemo guy."

(Ross) "You seriously think I'm gonna listen to you after that fiasco in Leipzig? Especially when these files are from Spider-Man, that fucking worthless piece of shit. You're lucky you're not in one of these cells."

With a resolute sense of restraint, Tony suppressed the instinct to unleash his ire upon Director Ross, choosing instead to accompany the imposing figure further into the depths of the prison. As he stepped into the camera room, a poignant tableau unfolded before him, one that pierced his heart with guilt. Within the cells stood his former comrades, once revered as heroes, now subjected to the disheartening treatment reserved for perceived villains. A profound sense of revulsion surged through Tony, as the weight of remorse and regret began to settle upon his soul.

Descending further into the heart of this somber place, Tony sought to engage with those he once stood shoulder to shoulder with, hoping to glean any fragment of insight that might help illuminate the enigma before them. Yet, as he stepped into their presence, he was greeted not with warmth, but a palpable air of disillusionment. Clint's sardonic applause served as a poignant testament to the fractured camaraderie, a vivid portrayal of the fractures that had emerged within their once-unified ranks.

(Clint) "The Futurist, gentlemen!" Clapping "The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not."

(Tony) "Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on."

(Clint) Spits on the floor "Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony."

(Tony) "Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. This place is for maniacs. The ones Karito puts here constantly all the time. This is a place for-"

(Clint) "Criminals? Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda... nor Karito. I don't even want to imagine what they would do to him if they capture him. But yet, here we all are."

(Tony) "Because you broke the law."

(Clint) "Yeah."

(Tony) "I didn't make you. You read, you broke it."

(Clint) Ignoring him "La, la, la, la, la..."

(Tony) "You're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side? "

(Clint) "Tch. You gotta watch your back with this guy!" Slams the hardened glass cell "There's a chance he's gonna break it. Or turn you into a monster!"

(Scott) "Hank Pym always said you never can trust a Stark."

(Tony) "Who are you?"

(Scott) "Someone who doesn't turn their friends into monsters."

(Tony) "Tch..." Keeps walking

(Sam) "What do you want?"

(Tony) "What do YOU need? They feed you yet?"

(Sam) Turns around "You're the good cop, now?"

(Tony) "I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went and save Karito."

(Sam) "Save Karito? After the ass whopping he gave us because you gave him a suit that turned him into a killing machine? He's better off without your help. I still can't believe you manage to make one of the nicest and funniest people I know into someone I feared with my entire being, hoping he wouldn't break a bone or kill me."

(Tony) Taps his watch a few times "I just knocked the A out of their AV. We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment. Please, tell me. The guilt of turning Karito into that thing suffocates me and I want to actually fix things. Karito was right about this entire thing since the start. Look I made mistakes."

(Sam) "No shit, Sherlock."

(Tony) Sigh "Cap is definitely off the reservation... but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to..."

(Sam) "Hey, it's all right." Sighs "Look, I'll tell you... but you have to go alone and as a friend."

(Tony) "Easy."

As Tony made a hasty exit from the room, his mind already consumed with the newfound information about Steve's location, his determination to confront his friends alone burned fiercely within him. The weight of responsibility for this crucial mission rested solely on his shoulders, a burden he bore willingly in his pursuit to reach Steve, not as adversaries, but as erstwhile comrades.

(Ross) "Stark? Did he give you anything on Rogers?"

(Tony) "Nope. Told me to go to hell. I'm going back to the compound instead, but you can call me anytime. I'll put you on hold. I like to watch the line blink."

As Tony's helicopter steadily gained altitude, leaving the formidable prison behind, a subtle transformation unfolded within the confines of the aircraft. With purposeful finesse, he liberated his arm from the encumbering cast, an emblem of resilience and determination, and proceeded to activate the mechanisms that would don his iconic suit of armor.

Amidst the hum of advanced technology, the Iron Man suit enveloped Tony, shrouding him in a formidable fusion of man and machine. This emblem of strength and protection represented more than just a physical shield; it embodied the unwavering spirit of a hero who fought for justice and sought redemption amidst the tangled web of friendships and responsibilities.

However, unbeknownst to the armored avenger, the shadow of Wakanda's sovereign, T'Challa, lay concealed amidst the ethereal embrace of the clouds. Within the sleek confines of a stealthy Quinjet, the Black Panther maintained a vigilant watch, resolute in his decision to pursue Tony and covertly trail the path that led to Steve, Bucky, and the enigmatic Karito.

Location, Siberia

As the Quinjet gracefully descended upon its designated landing spot, its occupants, Captain America, Bucky Barnes, and Karito, prepared to embark on their solemn mission. With practiced efficiency, Karito activated a concealed compartment within the jet, revealing an array of armaments displayed upon a shimmering wall. In a tacit understanding, he handed a formidable assault rifle to Bucky, who offered his gratitude in response.

Stepping out of the jet, their collective resolve mirrored the gravity of their objective. The air seemed to hum with unspoken sentiments as they walked purposefully toward the hidden bunker. Despite the weight of their mission, Captain America sought to bridge the silence with gentle discourse, attempting to infuse a semblance of normalcy into their daunting undertaking.

(Captain America) "Bucky, you remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?"

(Winter Soldier) "Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?"

(Spider-Man) "Pfff no you didn't."

(Captain America) "Check this, he blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead."

(Spider-Man) "It's always gotta be the redheads, huh?" Smirked

(Winter Soldier) "Hey! She was cute alright? Also, what was her name, again?"

(Spider-Man) "Damn, tap and leave? That's harsh man."

(Winter Soldier) "No! I didn't do such a thing, man." Bumps Spider-Man's shoulder

(Spider-Man) Chuckles

(Captain America) "If I recall it was Dolores. He used to call her Dot."

(Spider-Man) "Imagine being called the small circle that ends a sentence?"

(Winter Soldier) "I thought it was a nice nickname! But she's gotta be a hundred years old right now."

(Spider-Man) "You talk like you two aren't also a hundred years old."

(Captain America) "He's not wrong."

(Spider-Man) "Anyways." Cracks neck "Let's do this."

Through the shadowed terrain, Spider-Man's enigmatic presence took the lead, exuding an air of calculated poise as he guided his two compatriots, Captain America and Bucky Barnes, with utmost precision. The subtle nuances of their body language spoke volumes, attuned to each other's unspoken cues as they cautiously approached the enigmatic bunker. As they drew nearer, its mysterious entrance stood ominously ajar, causing a ripple of unease to course through their collective consciousness.

With a slight hand gesture, Spider-Man silently conveyed the need for heightened vigilance. His keen senses attuned to every subtle sound and movement, ensuring the trio remained acutely aware of the potential dangers lurking in the vicinity.

(Captain America) "He can't have been here more than a few hours."

(Winter Soldier) "Long enough to wake them up."

(Spider-Man) "Exactly. I'll stay ahead and warn you with my spider sense."

(Captain America) "Right."

In seamless unison, the intrepid trio stepped into the elevator, their gazes meeting and exchanging silent assurances of their readiness for the task at hand. The confined space seemed to amplify the gravity of the situation, and yet their collective determination shone through, lending an air of steely resolve to their countenances.

As the elevator gently hummed to a stop, the doors slid open, revealing the heart of the mysterious bunker. In a display of nonverbal communication, they nodded in mutual understanding, confirming their individual readiness for the forthcoming challenges.

With a calculated nod, Captain America took the lead, ascending the second set of doors as the other two pressed forward. The path ahead held a shroud of secrecy, and the heroes advanced with caution, their senses heightened, and their instincts on high alert.

Amidst the dimly lit corridors, Spider-Man gracefully adjusted his posture, assuming a crouching position just ahead, his keen spider-sense attuned to the minutest fluctuations in the environment. His role was clear – to act as the harbinger of any impending danger, a guardian of the path they tread.

Their steps led them up a flight of stairs, and Spider-Man's acute senses detected a subtle presence approaching from behind. Alerting his comrades with a swift gesture, the trio quickly adopted a tactical formation.

(Captain America) "You two ready?"

(Spider-Man) "I don't feel any killing intent or Ill intentions."

(Winter Soldier) "You sure?"

(Spider-Man) "Yes. I have a feeling this is Tony."

The elevator doors parted, and a figure clad in a resplendent armor emerged into view. There, before them, was none other than Iron Man, his approach deliberate and measured. The soft, luminous glow of his suit illuminated the tension in the air, casting an ethereal aura upon his presence.

(Iron Man) "You seem a little defensive."

(Captain America) "It's been a long day."

(Iron Man) "At ease, you two. I'm not after you two."

(Spider-Man) "I know."

(Iron Man) "of course you do."

(Captain America) "Then why are you here?"

(Iron Man) "I saw Karito's files on the situation and he was right. Your story's not so crazy."

(Spider-Man) "Fucking finally man."

(Iron Man) "Ross has no idea I'm here. I'd like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself."

(Captain America) "Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork."

(Iron Man) Scoff

(Captain America) "It's good to see you, Tony."

(Iron Man) "You too, Cap."

(Spider-Man) "No, good to see you for me?"

(Iron Man) "Karito, look the suit-"

(Spider-Man) "It's fine, I was already aware it was alive and I thought I could control it. I was wrong, don't blame yourself, I'm the one to blame for thinking I could do it and ending up hurting everyone who cares about me."

(Iron Man) "Thank you..."

(Spider-Man) "No problem man, it's on me."

(Iron Man) Looks at Bucky "Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you're killing me. There's a truce here. You can drop..."

(Captain America) Signals him to stand down

(Winter Soldier) Calms down

In a seamless display of coordination, Iron Man and Spider-Man assumed their positions at the forefront, leading the charge into the depths of the formidable HYDRA base. Their movements were guided by a sense of purpose, as if each step was a deliberate dance in perfect harmony with the unfolding mission.

(Spider-Man & Iron Man) "I got heat signatures. What??"

(Captain America) "How many?"

(Spider-Man & Iron Man) "Six."

"Dark entities detected, 5 approximately."

(Spider-Man) "Guys, there are 5 Darks in here."

(Captain America) "What?!"

(Iron Man) "Shit..."

In a chilling twist of fate, the trio stepped into a room only to find the once-occupied containers now empty, their contents mysteriously gone, and the shadows of uncertainty looming large. It was a scene that stoked the embers of apprehension, casting an aura of intrigue and foreboding over the team.

As they grappled with this disconcerting discovery, an enigmatic voice, bearing the weight of secrets and machinations, resonated through the base's speakers, like an unseen puppeteer pulling the strings of destiny. It was Zemo, the orchestrator of this intricate web of events, his calculated words tinged with a dispassionate yet commanding cadence.

(Zemo) "My plan was to kill them in their sleep but I had struck a deal with an entity who told me to do this and I'm a man of my word."

(Spider-Man) "Fuck..."

(Zemo) "So you're this dimensions Guardian? Spider-Man... who would've thought?"

(Spider-Man) "The hell do you want from me?"

(Zemo) "Well it wasn't just you, the soldiers were the bait and you all took it. I'm grateful for them for that reason."

As the room's ambiance shifted, the subtle interplay of light and shadows danced upon the iron door, concealing the enigmatic figure lurking behind its cold, metallic facade. A collective tension rippled through the team, each member attuned to the gravity of the moment. Iron Man, with his suit's sensors honed to precision, poised himself with calculated readiness, his eyes narrowing upon the door's mysterious occupant.

Beside him, the ever-vigilant Captain America felt an instinctual uneasiness, a flicker of caution within the depths of his indomitable spirit. Reacting to this unease, he uncharacteristically released his iconic shield, sending it forth like a deadly projectile, aimed at the heart of the unknown.

Yet, with a seamless choreography of trust and synergy, Spider-Man, with agile dexterity, intercepted the iconic discus of defense.

(Zemo) "Impressed reflexes, Spider-Man."

(Spider-Man) "..."

(Zemo) "That shield wouldn't have done anything anyways. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets."

(Iron Man) "I'm betting I could beat that."

(Zemo) "Oh, I'm sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time."

Black Panther was hiding in the shadows listening to the conversation.

(Zemo) "But then you'd never know why you came."

(Captain America) "You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?"

(Zemo) "I've thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you and Spider-Man. I followed. But now that you're both standing here... I just realized... there's a bit of green in the blue of Captain Roger's eyes." Chuckles "How nice to find a flaw. And you Spider-Man? Oh my, I could tell that the weight of the universe is on your shoulders, I can't even fathom the responsibility you carry to keep us all safe, every day, week, and year. It's admiring how you are still going even after everything you've been through."

(Spider-Man) Clenches his fists

(Captain America) "You're Sokovian. Is that what this is about?"

(Zemo) "Sokovia was a failed state long before Spider-Man blew it to hell. No. I'm here because I made a promise and a deal."

(Captain America) "You lost someone?"

(Zemo) Clicks tongue "I lost everyone. And so will you."

As the room was engulfed in an aura of tension, an enigmatic screen flickered to life, projecting a mesmerizing sequence that seemed to bridge the gap between past and present. The video's grainy footage unfolded like a hidden treasure, a clandestine glimpse into a bygone era.

Mission report, 16th of December 1991, the words etched in digital luminescence, marked the beginning of a journey through time. The scene materialized as if from the recesses of memory, revealing a clandestine operation veiled in shadows and secrets.

(Zemo) "An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That's dead. Forever."

As the enigmatic video played, the heroes found themselves drawn inexorably towards the illuminated screen, like moths drawn to the mesmerizing glow of a distant flame. The images flickered and danced before them, an intricate dance of shadows and secrets, weaving a tapestry of clandestine affairs.

Spider-Man, however, seemed to be grappling with an internal tempest, his countenance betraying a rising sense of unease. His instincts urged him to shatter the screen and dispel the haunting revelations, yet an unseen force held him back, restraining him like an ethereal hand gripping his very soul.

(Spider-Man) "What the hell?!"

(Zemo) "No, no, no. Let them watch Spider."

(Spider-Man) "NO! Tony!"

(Iron Man) "I... I know that road. What is this?!"

(Zemo) "..."

In the confines of the dimly lit room, the haunting images of the video unfolded like an enigmatic tableau, capturing the essence of a fateful moment frozen in time. A car wreck, a motorcycle racing by in swift succession – the scene bore the weight of inexplicable tragedy.

As the seconds ticked by, the enigmatic figure on the motorcycle revealed himself to be none other than Bucky Barnes. Tony Stark, enshrouded in his formidable Iron Man armor, watched with a mounting sense of unease as the pieces of a heart-rending puzzle fell into place before his very eyes.

His once stern expression began to unravel, yielding to the raw emotions that surged within him. The facade of invulnerability that the armored visage projected could no longer conceal the turmoil that now stirred beneath the surface.

The video served as a cruel reminder of a past that lay dormant, a past he had tried so desperately to suppress and forget. But truth, like an indomitable tide, had a way of surging forth, unyielding and unrelenting. Tony's heart ached with the weight of loss, as the memories of his lost parents came flooding back, threatening to consume him.

The video

(Howard Stark) Weakly "Help my wife..." Coughs "Please... Help..."

As the footage progresses, the Winter Soldier's actions become more evident, and Tony's father, Howard Stark, slowly falls victim to his cold grip.

(Howard Stark) "Sergeant Barnes?"

(Maria Stark) In pain "Howard!"

In a chilling display of ruthless efficiency, the Winter Soldier's metallic fist collides with Howard Stark's vulnerable face, with a resounding impact that shatters the peace of the past. The tragic scene plays out on the screen before the somber audience, each frame etching itself into the collective memory of those present.

The act is swift, yet its consequences are irrevocable. The life of a brilliant and visionary man, Howard Stark, is abruptly extinguished, leaving a void in the world that can never be filled. The anguish of Maria Stark, his wife, is palpable in the raw emotion conveyed through the moving images. Her distress grows more profound with every passing second, as her world collapses around her.

(Maria Stark) "HOWARD!"

Bucky advances with a cold and emotionless demeanor, drawn inexorably toward his next victim, Maria Stark, a woman of grace and warmth, fights with every fiber of her being to survive, her eyes pleading for mercy and understanding, but all to no avail. The Winter Soldier's grip tightens with remorseless resolve, and the horrifying sound of bones cracking reverberates through the room as he claims yet another innocent life. The haunting tableau culminates with Bucky's merciless act, a single gunshot obliterating the camera, plunging the screen into an abyss of darkness

Back to reality

In the aftermath of the haunting revelation captured on the flickering screen, a profound and solemn silence fell upon the room, shrouding it in an aura of anguish and disbelief. The pallid visage of Iron Man bore witness to the depths of agony and wrath, his eyes aflame with unquenchable fury, yet his heart torn by the unbearable weight of sorrow and regret. The tempest of emotions within him threatened to consume him whole, as he teetered precariously on the precipice of despair.

Meanwhile, Spider-Man, his youthful countenance etched with torment, found himself overwhelmed by the nightmarish scenes he had just encountered. His very essence reverberated with anxiety, his thoughts entangled in the mire of haunting images, struggling to make sense of the unfathomable darkness that had been exposed. The web-slinger's instinctive desire to shield his friend from further harm compelled him to interpose himself, placing his own body between Iron Man and the embodiment of his torment.

(Spider-Man) "Tony! NO!"

(Captain America) "No! Stop, Tony!"

(Iron Man) Looks at both Spider-Man and Captain America "Did you know?"

(Captain America) "I didn't know it was him."

(Iron Man) "Don't bullshit, me Rogers! DID YOU KNOW!? Karito?!"

(Spider-Man) Looks down

(Captain America) "...Yes."

The atmosphere crackled with tension as Iron Man, consumed by a tempest of emotions, forcibly pushed Captain America away. The gravity of the revelations he had witnessed weighed heavily upon him, leaving him in a state of profound disbelief. In that moment, the bond between the two once inseparable comrades seemed to falter, as a fissure of betrayal threatened to fracture their unyielding connection.

Amidst the palpable air of disillusionment, Spider-Man, who had placed himself in the path of Iron Man's turmoil, was met with a gaze that bore the weight of a thousand shattered trust. The hero's heart sank at the sight of that look, as the innocent belief in his friend was now marred by the shadows of doubt and suspicion.

(Iron Man) "Why...?"

In a breathtaking display of power and finesse, Iron Man delivered a swift backhand strike to Captain America's visage, propelling the righteous leader through the air with remarkable force.

With unrivaled precision, Iron Man pivoted, his focus now trained on the youthful hero, Spider-Man. A potent burst of energy erupted from his repulsor gauntlets, coursing through the air with blistering speed toward the unsuspecting Spider-Man, who found himself careening into one of the metallic containers, the impact sending tremors through the surrounding structure.

(Spider-Man) Shakes his head and focuses "TONY! STOP!"

Iron Man's calculated precision took center stage as he unleashed a well-timed shot, shattering Bucky's rifle into fragmented remnants. In a swift display of mastery over his suit's capabilities, the Avenger effortlessly nullified Bucky's attempt to retaliate, grasping the Winter Soldier's incoming punch with an almost casual ease.

(Dark Winter Solider #1) "When do we strike?"

(Zemo) "Let them fight among themselves when they are most tired, you all attack."

In the labyrinthine darkness of the room, shadows played a silent witness to the imminent clash of forces, concealed with a strategical precision befitting the clandestine nature of their intentions. Like coiled serpents awaiting the opportune moment to strike, the enigmatic Soldiers lingered, their presence veiled in the obscurity of their surroundings, poised to pounce upon unsuspecting prey.

In this clash of titans, the symphony of strength and skill unfolded in an intricate dance of combat. Iron Man, encased in his resplendent armor, engaged in a relentless struggle with the Winter Soldier, the sound of their blows echoing through the chamber. The dance of conflict ebbed and flowed, as they grappled with the formidable might of each other's resolve.

The resounding thud of iron meeting ground marked Iron Man's decisive maneuver, deftly taking his adversary to the skies and plummeting him with unyielding force upon the ground. Yet, Captain America, ever vigilant, seized the moment to intervene, hurtling towards the armored avenger with unyielding valor, aiming to curtail the ongoing skirmish.

In the face of this orchestrated tussle, the brilliance of Iron Man's technology harmonized with the indomitable strength of the Super Soldier, forging a symphony of strength and artifice. The battlefront became a canvas upon which history etched its saga, their clashing ideologies and allegiances illuminating the twilight of conviction.

However, fate conspired to interlace its hand, as a twist of intervention emerged from the webbed enigma known as Spider-Man. With uncanny agility and dexterity, the arachnid hero shot forth his web lines to redirect the course of calamity. A lethal missile's trajectory was averted, veering away from its intended target, resulting in a cascade of domino effects, prompting debris to descend from the heavens.

In this cacophony of collapsing infrastructure, Spider-Man, the virtuoso of quick thinking, intervened with swiftness. With skillful finesse, he ensnared the falling remnants with his webbing, orchestrating a symphony of saviors, staving off the impending avalanche of destruction. The room quivered with uncertainty, but the young hero's deft hands, like a conductor's wand, directed the course of chaos.

(Spider-Man) "I'm not having another building fall on me again."

Spider-Man noticed Captain America breaking free and urgently shouted at Bucky.

(Captain America) "GET OUT OF HERE!"

With the emergency exit slowly opening, Bucky wasted no time and ran for his life, his heart pounding with adrenaline. He found himself in a room dominated by a massive missile, and his eyes scanned for any means of escape. Spotting the towering gate above the missile, he knew that could be his way out. Without hesitation, he triggered the emergency opening mechanism.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Captain America stood resolute, determined to reason with Iron Man and stop the conflict from escalating any further.

(Captain America) "It wasn't him, Tony! HYDRA had control of his mind!"

(Iron Man) "MOVE!"

(Spider-Man) "Just think about it! Do you think he would actually do that if someone wasn't controlling his brain!?"

(Iron Man) "I DON'T CARE!"

(Captain America) "It wasn't him!"

In a display of swift and calculated action, Spider-Man intervened just as Iron Man was about to confront Captain America. With impeccable timing, he grabbed Iron Man by the leg mid-flight, expertly maneuvering to bring him crashing down to the ground. Utilizing his stinger, Spider-Man deftly pierced and disabled Iron Man's left jet boot, momentarily grounding the armored Avenger.

(Spider-Man) "Please, I don't want to hurt you!"

Amidst the fervent pleas of Spider-Man, Iron Man remained steadfast in his resolve, the pain of betrayal etched across his face. Utilizing the sole operational jet boot, he lunged forward with unyielding determination, forcing Spider-Man into the room where Bucky was attempting his escape. In an act of formidable force, Iron Man hurled Spider-Man across the chamber, the impact echoing through the space. As Captain America pressed on, seeking to intervene, Iron Man, driven by his conflicted emotions, summoned his laser to obstruct his path.

Despite the hindered state of his jet boots, Iron Man continued his pursuit of Bucky, but his movements were compromised. In an attempt to impede him, Spider-Man fearlessly tackled Iron Man, driving him into the wall. The intensity of their confrontation mirrored the turmoil within their hearts, leaving the room charged with an aura of uncertainty.

(Spider-Man) Charges a venom blast "Fucking stop! There are bigger threats around here! This isn't important!"

(Iron Man) "IT IS TO ME!"

In a tangle of conflicting emotions and physical struggles, Iron Man's firm grip locked onto Spider-Man's arm, directing it upward in a compelling stance.

(Winter Soldier) "AGHHH!!!"

Spider-Man turned around and his eyes widen.

(Spider-Man) "BUCKY!!!"

In a timely twist of fate, Bucky found salvation in the stalwart grip of Captain America, who swooped in to catch him just as he teetered perilously close to the precipice of a potentially fatal fall. With swift precision, Captain steadied his comrade, positioning him securely on the precipice, his heart heavy with concern for his friend's well-being.

Meanwhile, Spider-Man, displaying agile acumen and quick thinking, skillfully engaged Iron Man in a high-stakes dance of distraction. Each move and gesture became a calculated gambit to divert Iron Man's attention from the unfolding drama on the precipice.

(Captain America) "Bucky, don't go to sleep! We need to go!" Gently slaps Bucky on the face

(Winter Soldier) Adrenaline Shock "HA! What?!"

(Captain America) "We need to go! Karito, will keep him distracted!"

In the midst of the tumultuous clash between Spider-Man and Iron Man, it became evident that the web-slinger's internal conflict was manifesting in his actions. His reluctance to unleash his full potential against his cherished ally granted the armored Avenger a slight advantage, tilting the scales in his favor. In a swift maneuver, Iron Man seized Spider-Man by the visage, delivering a devastating knee strike that left one of the Spider's lenses shattered. The ensuing force propelled the hero against a rugged wall, momentarily staggering him.

Meanwhile, Bucky, with his escape seemingly within grasp, faced an unforeseen obstacle as the gate he sought refuge in abruptly slammed shut. A surge of frustration coursed through him as he found himself trapped once more within the labyrinthine HYDRA base. In an unwavering determination to confront his destiny, he pressed onward, only to be confronted by the relentless Iron Man, poised to thwart his escape. Undeterred, the soldier wielded a makeshift metal pipe as he evaded Iron Man's attacks, delivering retaliatory strikes with deft precision. However, his weapon proved no match for Iron Man's swift disarmament, and soon, the soldier found himself ensnared in the vice-like grip of a chokehold, a symbol of his seemingly inescapable predicament.

(Iron Man) Whisper "Do you even remember them?"

(Winter Soldier) "I remember all of them!"

Iron Man leaped and started free-falling with Bucky in his arms until Spider-Man and Captain America got on him. Spider-Man grabbed Bucky and threw him to one of the steps that were hanging from the side of the walls as they crashed to the floor, making all three of them disperse.

Spider-Man stood up and he looked behind him as snow entered the gaps from the pillars holding the building. He looks at Iron Man who also recovered from the fall and glares at Spider-Man, Captain America then joins Spider-Man's side.

(Spider-Man) "Tony, this isn't going to change anything!"

(Iron Man) "I don't care. He killed my mom!"

(Spider-Man) "SO COULD I, IF I DIDN'T TAKE BACK CONTROL OF THE SUIT! IT'S THE SAME THING! I WAS BEING CONTROLLED! I DID NOT WANT TO HURT ANY OF YOU! I COULD'VE KILLED YOU ALL!"

(Iron Man) "It's not the same as killing one's parents!"

With the grace of a masterful dance, Iron Man surged forward, propelling himself like a comet toward Spider-Man, who deftly met the forceful attack with a front kick, propelling him through a wall and into the open air. In seamless transition, Iron Man spun on his axis, engaging Captain America in a kinetic exchange of blows. Their movements, almost like poetry in motion, echoed their years of honed combat skills.

Captain America, ever the tactician, sought to gain the upper hand by attempting a chokehold. However, Iron Man, leveraging the power of his blaster, skillfully propelled both combatants into the air, forcing Cap to relinquish his hold and crash to the ground below. In the blink of an eye, Iron Man seized the opportunity, positioning himself atop the fallen Captain, initiating a relentless ground and pound assault. The resounding impact of each blow reverberated in the chamber as Cap gritted his teeth, enduring the onslaught.

Yet, amidst the chaos, Bucky, who had been nursing his own injuries, witnessed this lopsided battle with an unwavering determination. His eyes fixed upon Captain America's iconic shield, resting nearby, a powerful symbol of his friend's legacy and prowess. Summoning his strength, he rose to his feet and made his way toward the shield.

However, before he could intervene, Spider-Man reemerged, his determination eclipsing the pain he had endured. Initially poised to deliver a formidable hammer fist, the Spider's focus shifted as he heard Bucky's call. With a seamless fluidity of motion, Spider-Man caught Cap's shield, a weapon of immense power and history. Swiftly, he delivered a forceful strike to Iron Man's back, compelling him to relinquish his hold on Captain America.

In unison, Cap and Spider-Man engaged in a seamless display of teamwork, exploiting Iron Man's momentary vulnerability. They launched into a relentless barrage of coordinated attacks, each blow amplifying the impact of the other, leaving Iron Man disoriented and overwhelmed by their combined might. The display of tactical coordination and unyielding camaraderie left an indelible mark on the battlefield.

In a breathtaking display of reflexes and combat prowess, Iron Man demonstrated unparalleled speed as he evaded Captain America's advance with a deftly timed blast, sending the super-soldier hurtling backward. Meanwhile, his focus shifted with unerring precision to Spider-Man, engaging the arachnid hero in a series of lightning-quick exchanges.

Spider-Man's agility was a marvel to behold, countering Iron Man's punches with uncanny precision, delivering an open-palm strike infused with venomous energy that sent the armored Avenger crashing into a wall. The rhythmic dance of combat continued, Spider-Man's fists becoming a blur of motion as he unleashed a relentless barrage upon Iron Man.

However, just as the momentum appeared to favor Spider-Man, a twist of fate altered the course of the battle. Iron Man skillfully seized the opportunity, countering Spider-Man's assault with a well-timed knee to the groin, followed by a powerful blast, propelling the web-slinger into an unyielding wall.

With the situation teetering on a precipice, Bucky intervened, deftly catching Iron Man and altering the trajectory of his blast, preventing further harm to Spider-Man.

(Spider-Man) "ACK! NOT COOL, FUCK!"

In a desperate bid to turn the tide of the grueling battle, Bucky unleashed an unprecedented surge of strength, pummeling Iron Man with a fierce barrage of punches that drove the armored Avenger backward, his back colliding forcefully with the unyielding wall. With an intensity born of desperation, Bucky sought to exploit any vulnerability, his hands frantically reaching for Iron Man's core in an audacious attempt to dismantle the formidable armor.

Spider-Man, recovering from the punishing impact, rose to his feet with a gasp, his gaze transfixed on the unfolding scene. The young hero recognized the gravity of Bucky's audacious move, understanding that it represented a last-ditch effort to bring down their formidable opponent.

(Spider-Man) "NO!!! STOP!!!"

In a breathtaking display of agility, Spider-Man harnessed the power of his lateral repulsion to traverse the distance between Bucky and Iron Man with unparalleled speed. In a deft move, he deflected the potential danger, saving Bucky from the perilous encounter. However, in the aftermath of his heroic act, an unsettling sensation gnawed at Spider-Man's chest, leaving him momentarily disoriented and unnerved.

As if suspended in time, the onlookers stood frozen, their minds struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation. The air seemed heavy with a profound sense of disbelief, as if reality itself had momentarily faltered under the weight of the unforeseen event. The slow-motion spectacle had etched itself into their memory.

Breaking the silence, a collective gasp echoed through the room, shattering the trance-like state. The shock on their faces was palpable, their emotions tumultuous and raw. Yet, amidst the chaos, the resounding thud of a body hitting the floor provided a stark reminder of the perilous consequences that lurked within the chaos of the battle.

Without hesitation, Captain America and Iron Man sprang into action, each propelled by concern for their fallen comrade. Iron Man, with a sense of urgency, gently cradled Karito's body, his suit emitting a dim glow, encapsulating a somber moment of realization and panic.

(Iron Man) "OH MY GOD, KARITO! D-DON'T DO ANYTHING, PLEASE! I CAN'T LOSE YOU!

(Spider-Man) "W-What... happened?"

(Captain America) "Y-You got shot." voice was shaking

(Spider-Man) "O-oh... It's... not like... I haven't... been... shot before... right?"

(Iron Man) Was close to having a breakdown "Yeah! You have survived many impossible things! R-Right?! You can survive this!"

(Spider-Man) "To...ny... Did the... Arc Blast worked?.... I... upgraded it... so you... could... beat... enemies... faster..."

(Iron Man) Starts to cry "Y-Yeah... it worked... too w-well."

(Spider-Man) "I... tried... my best... to stop everyone... from fighting... I was afraid... I would lose my friends... I love you guys... if it wasn't for... everyone... I wouldn't... know where I would... be right... now..."

(Captain America) Clenched his fist "You... You're a good friend... more than anyone could've asked for..."

(Winter Soldier) "W-Why... Why did you do that?"

(Spider-Man) "Bucky... h-hey... it's so... good... to see you..."

(Winter Soldier) "Please... don't die. PLEASE!"

(Dark Winter Soldier #1) "Wow, I did not expect that kind of outcome."

(Warning, from here there will be scenes that the reader may find disturbing. You've been advised.)

In an intense moment of anticipation, the three valiant heroes pivoted their attention toward the source of the ominous voice, only to behold a haunting sight. Five super soldiers, enshrouded in an eerie dark aura, emerged from the shadows with an unwavering determination, their malevolence palpable in the charged air. The heroes found themselves at a precipice of shock, their composure momentarily shaken by the unexpected emergence of this formidable enemy.

(Iron Man) "Y-You! YOU WAITED UNTIL KARITO WAS DOWN?!"

(Dark Winter Soldier #1) "Yeah, the idea was to kill you all while you were tired but to think you would blast a hole through your own friend. That's harsh."

(Winter Soldier) "FUCK YOU!"

In a burst of audacious valor, Bucky hastened his advance toward the nearest Dark entity, identified as DWS#1(Dark Winter Soldier 1). With determined focus, he unleashed a resolute punch, channeling the formidable strength of his robotic arm into a direct blow upon his adversary's countenance. Yet, to his profound surprise, the strike yielded no impact whatsoever; it seemed as though DWS#1's visage remained impervious to the forceful assault, an unsettling revelation met with a sly grin on the Dark soldier's face.

(DWS#1) "This is gonna be easy, you killed your last hope of escaping here alive."

With ruthless efficiency, the nefarious soldier nonchalantly exerted a measured force, propelling Bucky with an unrestrained push, hurtling him with alarming velocity towards an unforgiving wall. The impact was a visceral spectacle, a collision that echoed with ferocity, leaving Bucky momentarily ensnared in the clutches of insensibility.

(Captain America) "BUCKY! SHIT! NO, NOT ANOTHER FRIEND!"

In the midst of this dire confrontation, the heroes found themselves pitted against an overwhelming force of dark soldiers, their formidable powers manifesting with an ominous intensity. As Captain America valiantly hurled his iconic shield towards DWS#4, the adversary deftly intercepted the projectile, returning it with an astonishing force that forced Cap to nimbly evade its path, the shield finding its formidable home embedded in the unyielding wall.

Iron Man, with characteristic daring, propelled himself toward DWS#2, but was swiftly met with a devastating axed kick, a shattering blow that sent him reeling to the unforgiving ground, his helmet rattled and near fracture. Subdued by the relentless onslaught, he found himself ensnared in the merciless grip of two sinister soldiers, their malicious amusement evident as they callously pummeled him, inflicting a torrent of pain that seemed to expose the very vulnerabilities of his armor. The once formidable hero, Tony Stark, cried out in agony as his defenses were brutally dismantled, his bloodied form left vulnerable to the malevolent laughter of his assailants.

Even Captain America, the embodiment of resilience and unwavering determination, could not withstand the torrential onslaught of these dark adversaries. Despite his gallant attempts to stand his ground, he was outnumbered and outmatched, his unwavering spirit being subject to a torrent of ruthless blows. In the face of this uneven contest, Cap was tossed around like a mere plaything, his unyielding will the sole bastion against the relentless tide of malevolence.

(DWS#3) "You really don't give up do you?" Catches Cap's punch and uppercuts him

(Captain America) Falls to the ground as he spits out blood "I... can do this... all day..."

(DWS#5) "Don't think so" Soccer kicks him in the face

(Captain America) "NGH!"

(DWS#6) "I'll finish off, Bucky Barnes."

(Captain America) "NO!" Gets backhanded in the face "UCK!"

In this macabre tableau of torment, DWS#6 stalked her way towards the reawakening Bucky, whose eyes opened only to be greeted by a vicious blow to his already battered countenance. With nary a moment to gather his bearings, the relentless assault upon him commenced, as though he were naught but a hapless pawn in a sadistic game. Bucky, grappling with the remnants of consciousness, sought to mount a defense, but his valiant efforts were futile against the overwhelming onslaught.

A tormentor with a sinister demeanor, DWS#6 reveled in her cruel power, subjecting Bucky to a relentless barrage of strikes, each delivered with a malevolent precision that left him vulnerable and disoriented. His attempts to retaliate were swiftly and ruthlessly quashed, his body forcibly propelled to the ground, forcing him to curl protectively around his vital regions.

Yet, the depths of this malevolence seemed boundless, as she singled out Bucky's metal appendage, an emblem of his past life. With a sadistic glee that bordered on the depraved, she took hold of the metal arm, summoning a strength beyond comprehension to wrench it from its socket. As cries of anguish echoed through the chamber, a cacophony of sickening sounds accompanied the grisly spectacle: the sickening crack of metal being torn asunder, the visceral spray of blood upon the floor, and the tortured screams of a man subjected to unimaginable agony.

(Spider-Man) "No..."

"Due to the player's unrelenting will, he was able to survive the fatal blow."

(Spider-Man) "No... NO!"

"The Player's mental condition is violently deteriorating."

(Spider-Man) "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"

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(Spider-Man) " N̸̛̮̱͙̞̤̅͆̄͜͜͝Ō̸͚̫͉̓̇̌͝͝ͅ!̷̫̻̫͈͖̌̿͂̀͘͠ͅͅ ̷̭̠͈͎̆͗͘N̷͙͚̿O̵̖̣̫͕͍͛̀͛̽ͅ!̷̜̀̃͛́͝ ̶͚̫̞͙̬̾͗̓̂͜N̷̹̿͂͝O̵̥̽̆͝!̸͇̲̠̩̊̿́͂͌ ̶̡̪̞̰̦̣̎̉̿̎͂̚̕N̵̨̹͓̣̬͙͉͗̀̈̀̑͝Ó̷̜̝͇̈́̅̒̿͂̓͜!̶̛̝̟̽̆͊̾͒ ̷̗̓̀͂̈́̓̍N̴͇̼̥͖̓̀͆͛͝Ő̸̜̘̻̇̈́!̵̛̠̬̤̳̹ ̷̞͓̰̹̽̐N̷̡̖͕͙̼̞̂̂͝Ǫ̶̡̦͉̜͛̇̊͜!̸̧̹͙͕̣̞͗ ̵̣̔͐̌̔͠Ǹ̴͉̯̱̄Ọ̴̡͖̱̣̟͚͛̔̇̒̅!̷̬̠̦̖́͆̈́ ̸̨̘̥̻̏̃Ṉ̷̯̘̭̃̌͋̃̽͝O̵̲͈͔͌̄!̷̟͙̖̣̭̇͌̅̆͑ ̵̨̗̩͇̋͜ͅN̷͓͕̰̆͑O̵̳̠̰̻͖͖͋!̶̧̩͎̞͔̟͒͜ ̵̨̼͓͖̓̐̒̚N̷̛̙̟̬̠̱͓̳̈́̓́̓̈O̵̭̥̥͇͙͓̓!̵͈͎̀̓̽ ̷̨̺̳͇͚͇͋̓́͛N̸̝̜̝͚̦̈́̏̌͘Ő̵̰͚̯̈́͛͆̈́͌!̸̺̘̽̌̀̌̏͠͠ ̵̬̘͕̟̱̗̖̚̚͘͠Ń̴͙̱̤̟͑O̵̘̩̺͇̤̜͂̾̊̒͑̾!̵̢̲̦͗̈́͋͊͋̂̚ ̵̧͇͖̬͌̒̕ͅN̴̨̜͖̹̝̞̜̎̈̈́́O̸͖̺͓͖̙͂͌̍͋̑͋!̵̡̟̂̌̀̄ ̸̨̟͎͚̺̭̝̅̽̍Ñ̵̢̛͔͕̪͕͌͊̈̃͝Ȏ̸̺!̸͕͎̞̞̀͌̅̉̊ ̸̨͙̖̱̟͙̀͘Ň̷̼̟̞̻̣͕͚̓̂̽O̴̯̩͚̩̬͚̊̐!̷͍̉̇̈́͝ ̷̜́N̴̍̓̀̆̉͜O̶̭̫͖͗͂͆̄̐͠!̶̤͕̏̈̉͝ ̷̫̬̭̻̩͔͂̾͘N̵̺͊̀̀O̵̢͈̱̺͙͂͜ͅ!̶̧̠̝͙̽̓̀ ̴̫̞̜̗̅̈N̴̬͙̼͕̗̐͋̇O̸̢̩̦̭̭̓͌͂̋̆!̵̨̥̮̳͚͛̐̊̓̋͆͘ ̸̡̡̛̞̫̘̒̉͠͠Ņ̴̞͔̮̤̰̋̿Ǫ̸͔̼̰̪̇̈̔̿͜!̴̡̯̹͒͋̿͋̈́͝ ̴̧̬̰̭̬̈́̾̄̓̆͂ͅN̶̡̻͓͔̝͐͊͛̄O̵̰̼̝̔̆̔̐͂͜!̴̨̡̗͆̿͘ ̶̢̦͖͉̿͒̎N̵̺̉͆̑̔͘Ő̴̬̰͕!̴̡̱̩͂͝ ̶̡̰͇̩̱̱̂̃N̶̙͓̻͐Ỗ̵̢̬̪͓̲̩!̵̤̬͓̹̲̥̔̈́̅̓̆̓̿ͅ ̴̨̙̯̤̋̔̏N̸̬̟̻̎̏͆O̸̧̺̩̭̅̈́̌̄̅!̶̺͚̝͖̀̾͋͋̊̆̕ ̶̡͇̞̠̓̔N̸̨̝͚̲͖͔̘͌͒̓̒̋̔͝O̴͙̩̭̭̭͎͛̾͗͠!̸̺̟̰̈̑̕ ̵͔̙̖͉̆͑͛͘͝N̸̺͛̐͛͑̅O̸̭̫̻͔̿̾͝!̵̝̪̾̀ ̸̣͔̀̂̒͐̓̿͜Ņ̶̭̯̰̌O̸̚ͅ!̸̬̩͚̟̺̾͑̈́͆͑͐͐͜ ̴̦̥͕̙̥͔̐̃̂͘N̸͖̰̾̆O̶͉̻̝̗͈̿͒̈́͗͛͌̕!̶̡͔͈͖̬̹̱́ ̵̡̡͎̤͎̰̖͂̈́̐͘N̶͔̗̘̝̳͋̂͒͊Ơ̷͇̳͕͎͙̓͋̀̈́͝͠ͅ!̸̧͎͐̋͝ ̸̧̛̲̆̃͐̔̾̿Ǹ̴̢̜̮̘̞͒̐̉̉̽̕O̵̢͕̳͋͗͌͌̄͒!̵̞̩̟̣̹̼̾͊̽͑͌̽̀͜ ̴͙̝̣̲̍̍̊̒͠N̷͓̰̖̭͂̈O̶̬͉̠͍͎͉̓̂͐̿͐!̸͔͔͕͍̙̓̽̉̾ ̶̩͎̤̥̪̓̾̋̽͐̃̕Ń̵̥̽̑̇̄̋̕͜Ǫ̴̰̟̺͋̎!̶̩̀̄͗͘̚͝͝ ̶̨͙̈̈͑N̷̡̫̣̱̻̼̝̄͗O̵̻̽!̵̢̩̩̤̜͓̤̂̓̒̒̒ ̶̢̛̘͍͈͎͎̤N̸̦͖͔͗͊Ö̵̞̰̻̬̬̚ͅ!̴͙̌̂͒ ̵̧̨̳̖̖̎́N̸̙̺͖̰̰̍̊͌͌̀O̴̦̠̲͎̗͒̆̄͐̚!̵̖̭̳͚̇̑͝ ̸̲͒N̸̨̮͎̖̈̾̀̃͊͜ͅO̸̖̳͚͛!̸̱̘̻̖͛̐́̈́̀̚͜ ̸̢̯̻̬̟̥̎͆̒̿Ņ̴͐͗̾̐͂O̶͓̩̮̿͂!̴̳̭̎̋ ̶͓͕͙̲͋̒́̅ͅǸ̸̬̭̗̙̦̊̈̿Ǒ̸̯̙̱̠̞!̴̫͕͎̃̚ ̴͕͚̺̋Ň̶̰̂̓̐͛O̵̡̰̤͚͙̝͔̒̾!̸̝̲̭̉̄̓͘ͅ ̴̛̖̮̥̈́̀͒̈́͊N̷̡̞̗͑̍Ȍ̵̙̺!̷̝̥̥̈́̓̚ ̵͚̭̤̳͕̚N̸̯̟̯͂̒̇̑͝Õ̶̡̘̔̃̈́̅!̶͍͇͕̿̓͛̅̎͘͝ ̴̢̘͉͖̅̎N̵͇̋̍͑͋̋̈́O̴̱͛̇͛̄!̷̛̜̰͇̌̀̅͂̚ͅͅ ̴̛̛̬͙͙͖̣̠̜̃́́̌Ņ̵̡̧̖̜͓͍̈́̍̔̊̽͑̃O̵̳̠͎͊̂̂͝ͅͅ!̶̢̾̋̇͑ ̴̲͓͇̠͔̩̳́̓̈́̓̾N̷̮͑̑͠O̶̜̗͉̾̆̌͘͘͝!̸͖̇̑͌͋̚͝ͅ ̸̜̖͎̰͇̓̒̚͝͠Ṇ̷̨̰͙̼̒͑̃͒͘Ö̸̢̟̦̮͚͈́̾͐͒!̵̟̆͗̅͊ ̷͉͖̈́͊Ñ̸̳̥̺͘ͅO̵̢̯̞͇̯͚̽!̴̬͓̒̓͂ ̸̺̻̅̑̕̚̕Ṉ̸̌͝Ǒ̸̲̲͚̪͋͗!̴͉̙̝͇̘̱̣̄̐ ̷̛̻͎͐̊͂͑̏́Ṉ̵͒͐̌̄͊͗͝O̵̢̻̟̐̿̿̀̾̏!̷̟̖̰̝̓̚ ̸̝̲̾͌̌͘͜͠N̶̼̭͈͎̬̄͑̕O̷̙̩̩̫̜̱͒̆̿͠ͅ!̷̳͙͇͖̙͆͊̿̅N̸̛̮̱͙̞̤̅͆̄͜͜͝Ō̸͚̫͉̓̇̌͝͝ͅ!̷̫̻̫͈͖̌̿͂̀͘͠ͅͅ ̷̭̠͈͎̆͗͘N̷͙͚̿O̵̖̣̫͕͍͛̀͛̽ͅ!̷̜̀̃͛́͝ ̶͚̫̞͙̬̾͗̓̂͜N̷̹̿͂͝O̵̥̽̆͝!̸͇̲̠̩̊̿́͂͌ ̶̡̪̞̰̦̣̎̉̿̎͂̚̕N̵̨̹͓̣̬͙͉͗̀̈̀̑͝Ó̷̜̝͇̈́̅̒̿͂̓͜!̶̛̝̟̽̆͊̾͒ ̷̗̓̀͂̈́̓̍N̴͇̼̥͖̓̀͆͛͝Ő̸̜̘̻̇̈́!̵̛̠̬̤̳̹ ̷̞͓̰̹̽̐N̷̡̖͕͙̼̞̂̂͝Ǫ̶̡̦͉̜͛̇̊͜!̸̧̹͙͕̣̞͗ ̵̣̔͐̌̔͠Ǹ̴͉̯̱̄Ọ̴̡͖̱̣̟͚͛̔̇̒̅!̷̬̠̦̖́͆̈́ ̸̨̘̥̻̏̃Ṉ̷̯̘̭̃̌͋̃̽͝O̵̲͈͔͌̄!̷̟͙̖̣̭̇͌̅̆͑ ̵̨̗̩͇̋͜ͅN̷͓͕̰̆͑O̵̳̠̰̻͖͖͋!̶̧̩͎̞͔̟͒͜ ̵̨̼͓͖̓̐̒̚N̷̛̙̟̬̠̱͓̳̈́̓́̓̈O̵̭̥̥͇͙͓̓!̵͈͎̀̓̽ ̷̨̺̳͇͚͇͋̓́͛N̸̝̜̝͚̦̈́̏̌͘Ő̵̰͚̯̈́͛͆̈́͌!̸̺̘̽̌̀̌̏͠͠ ̵̬̘͕̟̱̗̖̚̚͘͠Ń̴͙̱̤̟͑O̵̘̩̺͇̤̜͂̾̊̒͑̾!̵̢̲̦͗̈́͋͊͋̂̚ ̵̧͇͖̬͌̒̕ͅN̴̨̜͖̹̝̞̜̎̈̈́́O̸͖̺͓͖̙͂͌̍͋̑͋!̵̡̟̂̌̀̄ ̸̨̟͎͚̺̭̝̅̽̍Ñ̵̢̛͔͕̪͕͌͊̈̃͝Ȏ̸̺!̸͕͎̞̞̀͌̅̉̊ ̸̨͙̖̱̟͙̀͘Ň̷̼̟̞̻̣͕͚̓̂̽O̴̯̩͚̩̬͚̊̐!̷͍̉̇̈́͝ ̷̜́N̴̍̓̀̆̉͜O̶̭̫͖͗͂͆̄̐͠!̶̤͕̏̈̉͝ ̷̫̬̭̻̩͔͂̾͘N̵̺͊̀̀O̵̢͈̱̺͙͂͜ͅ!̶̧̠̝͙̽̓̀ ̴̫̞̜̗̅̈N̴̬͙̼͕̗̐͋̇O̸̢̩̦̭̭̓͌͂̋̆!̵̨̥̮̳͚͛̐̊̓̋͆͘ ̸̡̡̛̞̫̘̒̉͠͠Ņ̴̞͔̮̤̰̋̿Ǫ̸͔̼̰̪̇̈̔̿͜!̴̡̯̹͒͋̿͋̈́͝ ̴̧̬̰̭̬̈́̾̄̓̆͂ͅN̶̡̻͓͔̝͐͊͛̄O̵̰̼̝̔̆̔̐͂͜!̴̨̡̗͆̿͘ ̶̢̦͖͉̿͒̎N̵̺̉͆̑̔͘Ő̴̬̰͕!̴̡̱̩͂͝ ̶̡̰͇̩̱̱̂̃N̶̙͓̻͐Ỗ̵̢̬̪͓̲̩!̵̤̬͓̹̲̥̔̈́̅̓̆̓̿ͅ ̴̨̙̯̤̋̔̏N̸̬̟̻̎̏͆O̸̧̺̩̭̅̈́̌̄̅!̶̺͚̝͖̀̾͋͋̊̆̕ ̶̡͇̞̠̓̔N̸̨̝͚̲͖͔̘͌͒̓̒̋̔͝O̴͙̩̭̭̭͎͛̾͗͠!̸̺̟̰̈̑̕ ̵͔̙̖͉̆͑͛͘͝N̸̺͛̐͛͑̅O̸̭̫̻͔̿̾͝!̵̝̪̾̀ ̸̣͔̀̂̒͐̓̿͜Ņ̶̭̯̰̌O̸̚ͅ!̸̬̩͚̟̺̾͑̈́͆͑͐͐͜ ̴̦̥͕̙̥͔̐̃̂͘N̸͖̰̾̆O̶͉̻̝̗͈̿͒̈́͗͛͌̕!̶̡͔͈͖̬̹̱́ ̵̡̡͎̤͎̰̖͂̈́̐͘N̶͔̗̘̝̳͋̂͒͊Ơ̷͇̳͕͎͙̓͋̀̈́͝͠ͅ!̸̧͎͐̋͝ ̸̧̛̲̆̃͐̔̾̿Ǹ̴̢̜̮̘̞͒̐̉̉̽̕O̵̢͕̳͋͗͌͌̄͒!̵̞̩̟̣̹̼̾͊̽͑͌̽̀͜ ̴͙̝̣̲̍̍̊̒͠N̷͓̰̖̭͂̈O̶̬͉̠͍͎͉̓̂͐̿͐!̸͔͔͕͍̙̓̽̉̾ ̶̩͎̤̥̪̓̾̋̽͐̃̕Ń̵̥̽̑̇̄̋̕͜Ǫ̴̰̟̺͋̎!̶̩̀̄͗͘̚͝͝ ̶̨͙̈̈͑N̷̡̫̣̱̻̼̝̄͗O̵̻̽!̵̢̩̩̤̜͓̤̂̓̒̒̒ ̶̢̛̘͍͈͎͎̤N̸̦͖͔͗͊Ö̵̞̰̻̬̬̚ͅ!̴͙̌̂͒ ̵̧̨̳̖̖̎́N̸̙̺͖̰̰̍̊͌͌̀O̴̦̠̲͎̗͒̆̄͐̚!̵̖̭̳͚̇̑͝ ̸̲͒N̸̨̮͎̖̈̾̀̃͊͜ͅO̸̖̳͚͛!̸̱̘̻̖͛̐́̈́̀̚͜ ̸̢̯̻̬̟̥̎͆̒̿Ņ̴͐͗̾̐͂O̶͓̩̮̿͂!̴̳̭̎̋ ̶͓͕͙̲͋̒́̅ͅǸ̸̬̭̗̙̦̊̈̿Ǒ̸̯̙̱̠̞!̴̫͕͎̃̚ ̴͕͚̺̋Ň̶̰̂̓̐͛O̵̡̰̤͚͙̝͔̒̾!̸̝̲̭̉̄̓͘ͅ ̴̛̖̮̥̈́̀͒̈́͊N̷̡̞̗͑̍Ȍ̵̙̺!̷̝̥̥̈́̓̚ ̵͚̭̤̳͕̚N̸̯̟̯͂̒̇̑͝Õ̶̡̘̔̃̈́̅!̶͍͇͕̿̓͛̅̎͘͝ ̴̢̘͉͖̅̎N̵͇̋̍͑͋̋̈́O̴̱͛̇͛̄!̷̛̜̰͇̌̀̅͂̚ͅͅ ̴̛̛̬͙͙͖̣̠̜̃́́̌Ņ̵̡̧̖̜͓͍̈́̍̔̊̽͑̃O̵̳̠͎͊̂̂͝ͅͅ!̶̢̾̋̇͑ ̴̲͓͇̠͔̩̳́̓̈́̓̾N̷̮͑̑͠O̶̜̗͉̾̆̌͘͘͝!̸͖̇̑͌͋̚͝ͅ ̸̜̖͎̰͇̓̒̚͝͠Ṇ̷̨̰͙̼̒͑̃͒͘Ö̸̢̟̦̮͚͈́̾͐͒!̵̟̆͗̅͊ ̷͉͖̈́͊Ñ̸̳̥̺͘ͅO̵̢̯̞͇̯͚̽!̴̬͓̒̓͂ ̸̺̻̅̑̕̚̕Ṉ̸̌͝Ǒ̸̲̲͚̪͋͗!̴͉̙̝͇̘̱̣̄̐ ̷̛̻͎͐̊͂͑̏́Ṉ̵͒͐̌̄͊͗͝O̵̢̻̟̐̿̿̀̾̏!̷̟̖̰̝̓̚ ̸̝̲̾͌̌͘͜͠N̶̼̭͈͎̬̄͑̕O̷̙̩̩̫̜̱͒̆̿͠ͅ!̷̳͙͇͖̙͆͊̿̅N̸̛̮̱͙̞̤̅͆̄͜͜͝Ō̸͚̫͉̓̇̌͝͝ͅ!̷̫̻̫͈͖̌̿͂̀͘͠ͅͅ ̷̭̠͈͎̆͗͘N̷͙͚̿O̵̖̣̫͕͍͛̀͛̽ͅ!̷̜̀̃͛́͝ ̶͚̫̞͙̬̾͗̓̂͜N̷̹̿͂͝O̵̥̽̆͝!̸͇̲̠̩̊̿́͂͌ ̶̡̪̞̰̦̣̎̉̿̎͂̚̕N̵̨̹͓̣̬͙͉͗̀̈̀̑͝Ó̷̜̝͇̈́̅̒̿͂̓͜!̶̛̝̟̽̆͊̾͒ ̷̗̓̀͂̈́̓̍N̴͇̼̥͖̓̀͆͛͝Ő̸̜̘̻̇̈́!̵̛̠̬̤̳̹ ̷̞͓̰̹̽̐N̷̡̖͕͙̼̞̂̂͝Ǫ̶̡̦͉̜͛̇̊͜!̸̧̹͙͕̣̞͗ ̵̣̔͐̌̔͠Ǹ̴͉̯̱̄Ọ̴̡͖̱̣̟͚͛̔̇̒̅!̷̬̠̦̖́͆̈́ ̸̨̘̥̻̏̃Ṉ̷̯̘̭̃̌͋̃̽͝O̵̲͈͔͌̄!̷̟͙̖̣̭̇͌̅̆͑ ̵̨̗̩͇̋͜ͅN̷͓͕̰̆͑O̵̳̠̰̻͖͖͋!̶̧̩͎̞͔̟͒͜ ̵̨̼͓͖̓̐̒̚N̷̛̙̟̬̠̱͓̳̈́̓́̓̈O̵̭̥̥͇͙͓̓!̵͈͎̀̓̽ ̷̨̺̳͇͚͇͋̓́͛N̸̝̜̝͚̦̈́̏̌͘Ő̵̰͚̯̈́͛͆̈́͌!̸̺̘̽̌̀̌̏͠͠ ̵̬̘͕̟̱̗̖̚̚͘͠Ń̴͙̱̤̟͑O̵̘̩̺͇̤̜͂̾̊̒͑̾!̵̢̲̦͗̈́͋͊͋̂̚ ̵̧͇͖̬͌̒̕ͅN̴̨̜͖̹̝̞̜̎̈̈́́O̸͖̺͓͖̙͂͌̍͋̑͋!̵̡̟̂̌̀̄ ̸̨̟͎͚̺̭̝̅̽̍Ñ̵̢̛͔͕̪͕͌͊̈̃͝Ȏ̸̺!̸͕͎̞̞̀͌̅̉̊ ̸̨͙̖̱̟͙̀͘Ň̷̼̟̞̻̣͕͚̓̂̽O̴̯̩͚̩̬͚̊̐!̷͍̉̇̈́͝ ̷̜́N̴̍̓̀̆̉͜O̶̭̫͖͗͂͆̄̐͠!̶̤͕̏̈̉͝ ̷̫̬̭̻̩͔͂̾͘N̵̺͊̀̀O̵̢͈̱̺͙͂͜ͅ!̶̧̠̝͙̽̓̀ ̴̫̞̜̗̅̈N̴̬͙̼͕̗̐͋̇O̸̢̩̦̭̭̓͌͂̋̆!̵̨̥̮̳͚͛̐̊̓̋͆͘ ̸̡̡̛̞̫̘̒̉͠͠Ņ̴̞͔̮̤̰̋̿Ǫ̸͔̼̰̪̇̈̔̿͜!̴̡̯̹͒͋̿͋̈́͝ ̴̧̬̰̭̬̈́̾̄̓̆͂ͅN̶̡̻͓͔̝͐͊͛̄O̵̰̼̝̔̆̔̐͂͜!̴̨̡̗͆̿͘ ̶̢̦͖͉̿͒̎N̵̺̉͆̑̔͘Ő̴̬̰͕!̴̡̱̩͂͝ ̶̡̰͇̩̱̱̂̃N̶̙͓̻͐Ỗ̵̢̬̪͓̲̩!̵̤̬͓̹̲̥̔̈́̅̓̆̓̿ͅ ̴̨̙̯̤̋̔̏N̸̬̟̻̎̏͆O̸̧̺̩̭̅̈́̌̄̅!̶̺͚̝͖̀̾͋͋̊̆̕ ̶̡͇̞̠̓̔N̸̨̝͚̲͖͔̘͌͒̓̒̋̔͝O̴͙̩̭̭̭͎͛̾͗͠!̸̺̟̰̈̑̕ ̵͔̙̖͉̆͑͛͘͝N̸̺͛̐͛͑̅O̸̭̫̻͔̿̾͝!̵̝̪̾̀ ̸̣͔̀̂̒͐̓̿͜Ņ̶̭̯̰̌O̸̚ͅ!̸̬̩͚̟̺̾͑̈́͆͑͐͐͜ ̴̦̥͕̙̥͔̐̃̂͘N̸͖̰̾̆O̶͉̻̝̗͈̿͒̈́͗͛͌̕!̶̡͔͈͖̬̹̱́ ̵̡̡͎̤͎̰̖͂̈́̐͘N̶͔̗̘̝̳͋̂͒͊Ơ̷͇̳͕͎͙̓͋̀̈́͝͠ͅ!̸̧͎͐̋͝ ̸̧̛̲̆̃͐̔̾̿Ǹ̴̢̜̮̘̞͒̐̉̉̽̕O̵̢͕̳͋͗͌͌̄͒!̵̞̩̟̣̹̼̾͊̽͑͌̽̀͜ ̴͙̝̣̲̍̍̊̒͠N̷͓̰̖̭͂̈O̶̬͉̠͍͎͉̓̂͐̿͐!̸͔͔͕͍̙̓̽̉̾ ̶̩͎̤̥̪̓̾̋̽͐̃̕Ń̵̥̽̑̇̄̋̕͜Ǫ̴̰̟̺͋̎!̶̩̀̄͗͘̚͝͝ ̶̨͙̈̈͑N̷̡̫̣̱̻̼̝̄͗O̵̻̽!̵̢̩̩̤̜͓̤̂̓̒̒̒ ̶̢̛̘͍͈͎͎̤N̸̦͖͔͗͊Ö̵̞̰̻̬̬̚ͅ!̴͙̌̂͒ ̵̧̨̳̖̖̎́N̸̙̺͖̰̰̍̊͌͌̀O̴̦̠̲͎̗͒̆̄͐̚!̵̖̭̳͚̇̑͝ ̸̲͒N̸̨̮͎̖̈̾̀̃͊͜ͅO̸̖̳͚͛!̸̱̘̻̖͛̐́̈́̀̚͜ ̸̢̯̻̬̟̥̎͆̒̿Ņ̴͐͗̾̐͂O̶͓̩̮̿͂!̴̳̭̎̋ ̶͓͕͙̲͋̒́̅ͅǸ̸̬̭̗̙̦̊̈̿Ǒ̸̯̙̱̠̞!̴̫͕͎̃̚ ̴͕͚̺̋Ň̶̰̂̓̐͛O̵̡̰̤͚͙̝͔̒̾!̸̝̲̭̉̄̓͘ͅ ̴̛̖̮̥̈́̀͒̈́͊N̷̡̞̗͑̍Ȍ̵̙̺!̷̝̥̥̈́̓̚ ̵͚̭̤̳͕̚N̸̯̟̯͂̒̇̑͝Õ̶̡̘̔̃̈́̅!̶͍͇͕̿̓͛̅̎͘͝ ̴̢̘͉͖̅̎N̵͇̋̍͑͋̋̈́O̴̱͛̇͛̄!̷̛̜̰͇̌̀̅͂̚ͅͅ ̴̛̛̬͙͙͖̣̠̜̃́́̌Ņ̵̡̧̖̜͓͍̈́̍̔̊̽͑̃O̵̳̠͎͊̂̂͝ͅͅ!̶̢̾̋̇͑ ̴̲͓͇̠͔̩̳́̓̈́̓̾N̷̮͑̑͠O̶̜̗͉̾̆̌͘͘͝!̸͖̇̑͌͋̚͝ͅ ̸̜̖͎̰͇̓̒̚͝͠Ṇ̷̨̰͙̼̒͑̃͒͘Ö̸̢̟̦̮͚͈́̾͐͒!̵̟̆͗̅͊ ̷͉͖̈́͊Ñ̸̳̥̺͘ͅO̵̢̯̞͇̯͚̽!̴̬͓̒̓͂ ̸̺̻̅̑̕̚̕Ṉ̸̌͝Ǒ̸̲̲͚̪͋͗!̴͉̙̝͇̘̱̣̄̐ ̷̛̻͎͐̊͂͑̏́Ṉ̵͒͐̌̄͊͗͝O̵̢̻̟̐̿̿̀̾̏!̷̟̖̰̝̓̚ ̸̝̲̾͌̌͘͜͠N̶̼̭͈͎̬̄͑̕O̷̙̩̩̫̜̱͒̆̿͠ͅ!̷̳͙͇͖̙͆͊̿̅N̸̛̮̱͙̞̤̅͆̄͜͜͝Ō̸͚̫͉̓̇̌͝͝ͅ!̷̫̻̫͈͖̌̿͂̀͘͠ͅͅ ̷̭̠͈͎̆͗͘N̷͙͚̿O̵̖̣̫͕͍͛̀͛̽ͅ!̷̜̀̃͛́͝ ̶͚̫̞͙̬̾͗̓̂͜N̷̹̿͂͝O̵̥̽̆͝!̸͇̲̠̩̊̿́͂͌ ̶̡̪̞̰̦̣̎̉̿̎͂̚̕N̵̨̹͓̣̬͙͉͗̀̈̀̑͝Ó̷̜̝͇̈́̅̒̿͂̓͜!̶̛̝̟̽̆͊̾͒ ̷̗̓̀͂̈́̓̍N̴͇̼̥͖̓̀͆͛͝Ő̸̜̘̻̇̈́!̵̛̠̬̤̳̹ ̷̞͓̰̹̽̐N̷̡̖͕͙̼̞̂̂͝Ǫ̶̡̦͉̜͛̇̊͜!̸̧̹͙͕̣̞͗ ̵̣̔͐̌̔͠Ǹ̴͉̯̱̄Ọ̴̡͖̱̣̟͚͛̔̇̒̅!̷̬̠̦̖́͆̈́ ̸̨̘̥̻̏̃Ṉ̷̯̘̭̃̌͋̃̽͝O̵̲͈͔͌̄!̷̟͙̖̣̭̇͌̅̆͑ ̵̨̗̩͇̋͜ͅN̷͓͕̰̆͑O̵̳̠̰̻͖͖͋!̶̧̩͎̞͔̟͒͜ ̵̨̼͓͖̓̐̒̚N̷̛̙̟̬̠̱͓̳̈́̓́̓̈O̵̭̥̥͇͙͓̓!̵͈͎̀̓̽ ̷̨̺̳͇͚͇͋̓́͛N̸̝̜̝͚̦̈́̏̌͘Ő̵̰͚̯̈́͛͆̈́͌!̸̺̘̽̌̀̌̏͠͠ ̵̬̘͕̟̱̗̖̚̚͘͠Ń̴͙̱̤̟͑O̵̘̩̺͇̤̜͂̾̊̒͑̾!̵̢̲̦͗̈́͋͊͋̂̚ ̵̧͇͖̬͌̒̕ͅN̴̨̜͖̹̝̞̜̎̈̈́́O̸͖̺͓͖̙͂͌̍͋̑͋!̵̡̟̂̌̀̄ ̸̨̟͎͚̺̭̝̅̽̍Ñ̵̢̛͔͕̪͕͌͊̈̃͝Ȏ̸̺!̸͕͎̞̞̀͌̅̉̊ ̸̨͙̖̱̟͙̀͘Ň̷̼̟̞̻̣͕͚̓̂̽O̴̯̩͚̩̬͚̊̐!̷͍̉̇̈́͝ ̷̜́N̴̍̓̀̆̉͜O̶̭̫͖͗͂͆̄̐͠!̶̤͕̏̈̉͝ ̷̫̬̭̻̩͔͂̾͘N̵̺͊̀̀O̵̢͈̱̺͙͂͜ͅ!̶̧̠̝͙̽̓̀ ̴̫̞̜̗̅̈N̴̬͙̼͕̗̐͋̇O̸̢̩̦̭̭̓͌͂̋̆!̵̨̥̮̳͚͛̐̊̓̋͆͘ ̸̡̡̛̞̫̘̒̉͠͠Ņ̴̞͔̮̤̰̋̿Ǫ̸͔̼̰̪̇̈̔̿͜!̴̡̯̹͒͋̿͋̈́͝ ̴̧̬̰̭̬̈́̾̄̓̆͂ͅN̶̡̻͓͔̝͐͊͛̄O̵̰̼̝̔̆̔̐͂͜!̴̨̡̗͆̿͘ ̶̢̦͖͉̿͒̎N̵̺̉͆̑̔͘Ő̴̬̰͕!̴̡̱̩͂͝ ̶̡̰͇̩̱̱̂̃N̶̙͓̻͐Ỗ̵̢̬̪͓̲̩!̵̤̬͓̹̲̥̔̈́̅̓̆̓̿ͅ ̴̨̙̯̤̋̔̏N̸̬̟̻̎̏͆O̸̧̺̩̭̅̈́̌̄̅!̶̺͚̝͖̀̾͋͋̊̆̕ ̶̡͇̞̠̓̔N̸̨̝͚̲͖͔̘͌͒̓̒̋̔͝O̴͙̩̭̭̭͎͛̾͗͠!̸̺̟̰̈̑̕ ̵͔̙̖͉̆͑͛͘͝N̸̺͛̐͛͑̅O̸̭̫̻͔̿̾͝!̵̝̪̾̀ ̸̣͔̀̂̒͐̓̿͜Ņ̶̭̯̰̌O̸̚ͅ!̸̬̩͚̟̺̾͑̈́͆͑͐͐͜ ̴̦̥͕̙̥͔̐̃̂͘N̸͖̰̾̆O̶͉̻̝̗͈̿͒̈́͗͛͌̕!̶̡͔͈͖̬̹̱́ ̵̡̡͎̤͎̰̖͂̈́̐͘N̶͔̗̘̝̳͋̂͒͊Ơ̷͇̳͕͎͙̓͋̀̈́͝͠ͅ!̸̧͎͐̋͝ ̸̧̛̲̆̃͐̔̾̿Ǹ̴̢̜̮̘̞͒̐̉̉̽̕O̵̢͕̳͋͗͌͌̄͒!̵̞̩̟̣̹̼̾͊̽͑͌̽̀͜ ̴͙̝̣̲̍̍̊̒͠N̷͓̰̖̭͂̈O̶̬͉̠͍͎͉̓̂͐̿͐!̸͔͔͕͍̙̓̽̉̾ ̶̩͎̤̥̪̓̾̋̽͐̃̕Ń̵̥̽̑̇̄̋̕͜Ǫ̴̰̟̺͋̎!̶̩̀̄͗͘̚͝͝ ̶̨͙̈̈͑N̷̡̫̣̱̻̼̝̄͗O̵̻̽!̵̢̩̩̤̜͓̤̂̓̒̒̒ ̶̢̛̘͍͈͎͎̤N̸̦͖͔͗͊Ö̵̞̰̻̬̬̚ͅ!̴͙̌̂͒ ̵̧̨̳̖̖̎́N̸̙̺͖̰̰̍̊͌͌̀O̴̦̠̲͎̗͒̆̄͐̚!̵̖̭̳͚̇̑͝ ̸̲͒N̸̨̮͎̖̈̾̀̃͊͜ͅO̸̖̳͚͛!̸̱̘̻̖͛̐́̈́̀̚͜ ̸̢̯̻̬̟̥̎͆̒̿Ņ̴͐͗̾̐͂O̶͓̩̮̿͂!̴̳̭̎̋ ̶͓͕͙̲͋̒́̅ͅǸ̸̬̭̗̙̦̊̈̿Ǒ̸̯̙̱̠̞!̴̫͕͎̃̚ ̴͕͚̺̋Ň̶̰̂̓̐͛O̵̡̰̤͚͙̝͔̒̾!̸̝̲̭̉̄̓͘ͅ ̴̛̖̮̥̈́̀͒̈́͊N̷̡̞̗͑̍Ȍ̵̙̺!̷̝̥̥̈́̓̚ ̵͚̭̤̳͕̚N̸̯̟̯͂̒̇̑͝Õ̶̡̘̔̃̈́̅!̶͍͇͕̿̓͛̅̎͘͝ ̴̢̘͉͖̅̎N̵͇̋̍͑͋̋̈́O̴̱͛̇͛̄!̷̛̜̰͇̌̀̅͂̚ͅͅ ̴̛̛̬͙͙͖̣̠̜̃́́̌Ņ̵̡̧̖̜͓͍̈́̍̔̊̽͑̃O̵̳̠͎͊̂̂͝ͅͅ!̶̢̾̋̇͑ ̴̲͓͇̠͔̩̳́̓̈́̓̾N̷̮͑̑͠O̶̜̗͉̾̆̌͘͘͝!̸͖̇̑͌͋̚͝ͅ ̸̜̖͎̰͇̓̒̚͝͠Ṇ̷̨̰͙̼̒͑̃͒͘Ö̸̢̟̦̮͚͈́̾͐͒!̵̟̆͗̅͊ ̷͉͖̈́͊Ñ̸̳̥̺͘ͅO̵̢̯̞͇̯͚̽!̴̬͓̒̓͂ ̸̺̻̅̑̕̚̕Ṉ̸̌͝Ǒ̸̲̲͚̪͋͗!̴͉̙̝͇̘̱̣̄̐ ̷̛̻͎͐̊͂͑̏́Ṉ̵͒͐̌̄͊͗͝O̵̢̻̟̐̿̿̀̾̏!̷̟̖̰̝̓̚ ̸̝̲̾͌̌͘͜͠N̶̼̭͈͎̬̄͑̕O̷̙̩̩̫̜̱͒̆̿͠ͅ!̷̳͙͇͖̙͆͊̿̅"

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"The system is being rebooted..."

In an unexpected turn of events, a rift materialized, granting Toxin an escape from the confines of the hacker-imposed restraint. The symbiote stealthily traversed, homing in on its intended host, Karito's unconscious form. With seamless precision, Toxin intertwined with his host from within, orchestrating a symbiotic fusion that defied conventional understanding. As this amalgamation occurred, an enigmatic transformation began to unfold.

In a mesmerizing display of supernatural abilities, Toxin engineered a miraculous feat of healing, repairing Karito's ravaged form with unyielding resolve. In hushed stillness, the wounded hero emerged revitalized, yet a pall of silence clung to him, and he remained enigmatically reticent.

Meanwhile, a palpable shiver cascaded through the malevolent souls of the Darks, an instinctual compulsion to flee tugging at their very beings. As the atmosphere crackled with electrical fervor, they were unnerved by an ominous symphony of haunting sounds—a dissonant symphony akin to the unnerving clicks of the elusive predator, merged with eerie, distorted grunts. Trembling in trepidation, they beheld Karito's body awash in a crimson cascade, sending their fears into a frenzy.

"The system has rebooted..."

"The requirements have been met for a new skill."

"Berserk Mode: A condition in which the player, due to any psychological or physical effects, falls into an uncontrollable rage. Intelligence is often reduced to the level of animal instincts, and the Player in this condition begins by attacking indiscriminately, with increased aggression. However, the Player might pose a threat both to enemies and allies. Often accompanied by a sharp increase in attacking capacity at the expense of defense."

In a mesmerizing display of arcane mastery, sparks of electricity congregated at Spider-Man's back, coalescing into a burgeoning force. With a profound release of energy, an explosive shockwave ensued, cascading through the atmosphere like a tempestuous symphony of raw power. And yet, as the echoes of the detonation dissipated, an extraordinary sight unfolded before their disbelieving eyes.

Defying all conventional laws of physics, Spider-Man effortlessly regained his footing, as if gravity itself dared not hold dominion over him. His poise was a testament to an enigmatic prowess that transcended mortal limitations.

A hush settled upon the room, as though the very air held its breath in awe. The once unstoppable adversaries now stood frozen in the presence of this awe-inspiring metamorphosis. An aura of incipient intimidation emanated from the enigmatic hero, who surveyed the room with an inscrutable gaze.

Silent tension filled the air, as everyone bore witness to this extraordinary transformation. Suddenly, a surreal sight manifested—the appearance of a mouth-like formation that graced Spider-Man's visage, contorting into a smile that appeared both cryptic and unsettling.

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) "Your next stop is gonna be hell. But first I'm gonna eat you savagely and spit out your bones."

In the tumultuous crescendo of this harrowing confrontation, Spider-Man's fury was unleashed with unparalleled intensity. As if transcending the very constraints of time and space, he surged forward with astonishing alacrity, defying perception itself. In a display of astonishing dexterity, his hands and sinewy tentacles became a blur, ensnaring all five Dark Winter Soldiers and propelling them forcefully against the unyielding wall.

The cacophonous reverberations echoed through the chamber as Spider-Man descended upon DWS#2 with relentless ferocity, his blows resonating with inescapable impact. The remaining adversaries sought to seize an opportunity to escape, their minds aflame with desperation, yet met with the ineluctable grip of the Spider's resolute tenacity.

But amidst the chaos, a sinister glow emanated from one of the Dark Winter Soldiers, as an infernal incandescence engulfed her hand, ablaze with nefarious energies. Undeterred, Spider-Man turned his attention to her, a feral growl escaping his lips as he confronted her dark powers with an aura of his own.

A resonant pulse reverberated through the room as Spider-Man unleashed a powerful web shot, ensnaring the defiant adversary, her struggles for freedom silenced in a painful immobilization. Drawing near, his visage emanating a menacing intensity, he charged a venom-infused punch, the very air crackling with energy.

With an earth-shattering impact, the strike tore through the Winter Soldier's defenses, leaving her shattered form gasping for breath. The aftermath of this cataclysmic blow yielded a dissonant stillness, a breathless moment of realization.

In a surreal display, Spider-Man's countenance seemed to morph, an enigmatic maw forming, exuding a sense of primal foreboding. An act both ghastly and surreal, the Spider commenced an inexplicable devouring of the fallen soldier's remains, an act of macabre symbolism that seemed to transcend mortal norms. What once was flesh and bone, now lay reduced to mere remnants, discarded by the malevolent force that stood in his stead.

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) Roars demonically

In the face of their collective fury, the four remaining soldiers converged upon Spider-Man with cries of unrestrained wrath. Yet, their concerted assault proved woefully inadequate, akin to a tempest against an impregnable fortress. With unrivaled acumen, Spider-Man evaded their onslaught with preternatural ease, an eerie semblance of a malevolent dance, accentuated by an unnerving laughter that resonated with a maddening cadence.

In a macabre display of control and power, the symbiotic Spider-Man seemed to take solace in this bloodthirsty spectacle, relishing the chaos and discord he wrought upon his adversaries. The symbiote reveled in its newfound freedom, a cruel puppeteer that orchestrated the symphony of violence.

As their blows met empty air or glanced off a seemingly inviolable defense, frustration gave way to fear in the eyes of the Dark Winter Soldiers. They had unwittingly unleashed a monster, a force of darkness that found perverse pleasure in their anguish.

Amidst the tumultuous fray, a tendril, like a dagger from the abyss, pierced DWS#4's chest, extinguishing the light of life in an instant. His breath became shallow and labored as his gaze descended upon the harrowing sight before him—a menacing spike, now a symbol of his own mortality, jutting through his very heart.

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) "That definitely took your breath away. HAHAHAAHAHAHH!"

In a display of macabre dominance, Spider-Man summoned the hapless soldier toward him, akin to a puppeteer drawing strings. The darkened figure was drawn into the inexorable embrace of the symbiote, a malevolent dance of possession and demise unfolding before our eyes.

As the unfortunate soldier met his fate, he was engulfed entirely within the voracious abyss of the symbiotic entity. In the ensuing moments, the air was fraught with the eerie symphony of disquieting sounds—a haunting amalgamation of crushing, squelching, and vibrations that reverberated through the very core of the room.

The enigmatic Spider-Man, gripped by an insatiable, predatory force, visibly wrestled with the magnitude of this macabre act. His visage betrayed a disturbing mix of exultation and revulsion, like a fallen angel straddling the thin line between gratification and moral conflict.

Ultimately, the dark remains of the consumed soldier were expelled from the maw of the symbiote, unceremoniously discarded yet still bearing the macabre vestiges of the grim encounter. It was an unsettling sight—the remnants of a once formidable adversary, now reduced to nothing more than lifeless, flesh-adorned fragments, cast aside by an insatiable force that appeared both malevolent and unstoppable.

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) "Why so serious? HAHAHA HEHEHEHEHE!!!"

Amidst the gruesome tableau, an eerie stillness took hold as the three remaining Dark Winter Soldiers stood in the presence of an entity that transcended their wildest nightmares. Terror seemed to cascade through their veins like a chilling stream, their hardened resolve now reduced to an inconsequential flicker before the overwhelming darkness that confronted them.

In the face of this incomprehensible horror, their collective instinct for survival battled with the haunting memory of the Spider's supernatural prowess—the terrifying demonstration of supernatural speed that allowed him to snatch them all at once, as if they were but mere playthings.

Undeterred by the odds, their fear-stricken minds struggled to conjure a glimmer of hope. Perhaps they could still resist this monstrosity, for they had weapons, and in a final act of desperation, they drew forth their arsenal of guns—the tools that once empowered them, now an attempt to face the nightmarish creature that stood before them.

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) "Oh, so you also have inventor-"

The tempest of explosive bullets inundated the enigmatic entity known as the Spider, ensnaring him within a cacophony of violent detonations. Each lethal round sought to disintegrate the very essence of the darkness that had enveloped him. As the deafening chorus of destruction subsided, the air grew heavy with anticipation, the soldiers cautiously stepping forward to survey the aftermath of their relentless assault.

Within the heart of the desolate crater created by the malevolent munitions, their eyes fell upon the remnants of the once-formidable Spider. The eerie silence that followed the storm of bullets gave way to an unsettling sense of unease, for within the darkened husk of the entity, an ominous presence lingered—a force unyielding and insatiable.

Just as they dared to hope for a glimpse of victory, a swift, decisive stroke of a sword cleaved through their momentary relief. In a horrifying spectacle, DWS#3's body was severed in two, a grotesque cascade of organs and life force staining the ground in crimson. In the face of this gruesome tableau, the soldiers recoiled, their instincts betraying them as terror cascaded through their ranks.

What they had thought to be a lifeless shell now revealed itself as a malevolence reinvigorated—a darkness that thrived on the violent spectacle that had unfolded. The Spider's eerie demeanor offered no remorse, no respite from the horror it had wrought. As the soldiers stood ensnared within the clutches of an unyielding abyss, they became mere spectators to the ghastly fate that awaited them.

The chilling image of the symbiotic entity licking its lips, an unnerving gesture that seemed to savor the macabre display, left no room for doubt—this was no longer their world. The boundaries that had once defined hero and villain, life and death, were now blurred beyond recognition. The embodiment of vengeance incarnate now stood before them, and in its wake, a chilling realization took hold—their defiance had only invited a malevolent force that thrived on their terror.

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) "That tickled."

With an eerie calm, Spider-Man's lithe form moved with lethal intent. A web, spun with otherworldly precision, ensnared DWS#2's face, effortlessly tearing it from its host. As the soldier's agonized cries faded into the abyss, the arachnid enigma captured the severed head with an almost detached fascination.

A surreal tableau unfolded as the symbiotic Spider allowed the ghastly trophy to linger in his hands, its lifeless eyes gazing vacantly into the void. The macabre spectacle seemed to epitomize the unholy union of man and malevolence, a haunting visage that bore witness to the very depths of terror.

In a display that defied all mortal comprehension, Spider-Man consumed the severed head with an eerie reverence. His unhurried movements exuded an eerie tranquility, as if savoring every grotesque detail of the grim feast. A flicker of a primal grin betrayed the inscrutable pleasure he derived from the morbid act, as he relished the potency of fear that now gripped his adversaries.

In a chillingly deliberate manner, he expelled the skull from his maw, its bony remnants clattering to the ground. The sound echoed like a mournful cry, a requiem for the fallen. As he closed the distance to the last Dark Winter Soldier, the eerie silence that enveloped him seemed to amplify the palpable dread that radiated from his prey.

The soldier, trembling and pale, found himself paralyzed by a primordial fear, his very essence consumed by a malevolence that stood before him, an entity that now seemed a harbinger of his own demise. As the final moments of his life loomed before him, he could only bear witness to the manifestation of terror incarnate—the enigmatic figure that had transcended the boundaries of humanity, becoming a living embodiment of dread.

(Dark Winter Soldier #1) "W-WHAT ARE YOU?!"

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) "The last thing you'll ever see as I beat you with your comrade's skull."

The relentless onslaught continued unabated as Spider-Man's web wrapped around the Dark Winter Soldier's chest, mercilessly hurling him into the unforgiving wall. Closing in on his prey, the symbiotic arachnid tightened his grip on the severed head, a gruesome makeshift weapon in his malevolent hands.

The symphony of violence and agony that followed was an infernal crescendo, a cacophony of shattering bones, splattering fluids, and guttural gasps. Each brutal strike echoed through the corridors of the HYDRA base like thunder, as Spider-Man unleashed a torrent of unfathomable force upon his hapless foe.

The grim tableau unfolded in a grotesque dance of destruction, punctuated by the dissonant notes of deranged laughter. The very fabric of reality seemed to tremble under the weight of the savage spectacle—a dance of darkness and despair, where every strike was like the blast of a shotgun, reverberating through the trembling walls.

Minutes passed like hours as the relentless assault persisted, the once formidable foe now reduced to a mangled and unrecognizable pulp. A macabre dance of death, accompanied by the haunting rhythm of the Spider's malevolent laughter.

Yet, amidst the turmoil of chaos and carnage, a pall of silence fell upon the room—a disconcerting hush that lingered like a premonition of doom. The relentless predator turned his blood-streaked gaze towards the stunned faces of Captain America and his fellow comrades, their expressions a tapestry of horror and disbelief.

(Captain America) "K-Karito?"

With a primal ferocity that seemed almost otherworldly, Spider-Man surged forward like an unstoppable force of nature. His steps reverberated with a haunting intensity, each stride propelling him toward Captain America with inexorable determination. A blur of motion, he lashed out, his fist colliding with the revered shield, sending the once indomitable hero hurtling into a wall, his defiance shattered in an instant.

Bucky, overwhelmed by the surreal spectacle before him, reacted with desperate instinct, but his efforts were futile against the preternatural might of Spider-Man. With an ominous display of power, a colossal fist emerged from the darkness, pummeling Bucky with brutal force, leaving him sprawled and dazed upon the floor.

Iron Man, clad in the remnants of his armor, fired his blasters in a last-ditch attempt to quell the encroaching terror, but it was as though his efforts were a mere whisper in the tempest. The impact barely caused Spider-Man to flinch, and with an eerie lack of urgency, he turned his unyielding gaze upon the armored avenger.

(Iron Man) "K-Karito! Wait! It's me, Tony! Don't you remember?!"

In this harrowing confrontation, the once-heroic Spider-Man had become a nightmarish embodiment of darkness, his malevolent power eclipsing all reason and restraint. Iron Man, in the throes of excruciating agony, found himself ensnared in the merciless grip of the transformed hero, his armored arm shattered by the overwhelming force.

As the tension escalated, Captain America, driven by a desperate courage, lunged at Spider-Man, brandishing his shield as both weapon and shield. In a flurry of strikes, he sought to reclaim his ally from the grip of darkness. However, the malevolent aura surrounding Spider-Man had made him a formidable adversary, his entire form morphing into a treacherous array of deadly spikes.

With uncanny precision, the lethal spikes found their mark, piercing Captain America's body, although by fortune, avoiding any mortal wounds. Struggling to maintain his footing, the soldier faltered and fell, his face bruised and bloodied by the merciless assault.

Yet, the dark tides of the encounter were far from subsiding. With a chilling sense of purpose, Spider-Man seized Captain America's iconic shield, the symbol of hope and justice. In an unnerving twist of fate, he now wielded the sacred object as an instrument of malevolence.

(Captain America) "I'm... sorry.... my friend... I'll see you on the other.... side..."

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) "..."

Amidst the relentless fury and chaos that enveloped the scene, a profound transformation was unfolding within Karito. As the dark influence waned, the floodgates of his memories were unlocked, and a torrent of cherished recollections came rushing back with an emotional force that threatened to overwhelm him.

Each memory was a precious fragment of time spent with his comrades, his friends, his family in this world he had come to embrace. The camaraderie shared with Steve, their visits to museums, heartfelt conversations, and unwavering support—Karito was reminded of the true essence of friendship and the bond they had forged.

The lessons imparted by Tony, the unwavering friendship that stood the test of time, and the shared secrets that cemented their trust—Karito felt an overwhelming gratitude and a deep yearning to express his appreciation for Tony's unwavering companionship.

Natasha, the bringer of laughter and joy, the one who lifted spirits with her humor and wit—Karito longed to mend the rift that had formed between them, yearning for the camaraderie they once shared, and vowing to make amends.

Thor, the storyteller whose tales ignited the imagination and bound them together in moments of mirth and adventure—Karito recalled the carefree days of revelry and laughter, cherishing those precious moments of connection.

Bruce, the introverted friend with whom he found solace in shared interests and the gentle touch that calmed the turbulent storm within the Hulk—Karito treasured their deep conversations and quiet understanding.

Clint, the cherished archer and companion in mischief, a true brother-in-arms—Karito felt the warmth of their bond, the unbreakable trust, and the lengths he would go to bring happiness to Clint's life.

Vision, the inquisitive android who posed questions that probed the depths of existence—Karito recalled the intellectual exchanges, valuing the knowledge and guidance Vision provided.

The Maximoff twins, Pietro and Wanda, akin to siblings who added color and vibrancy to his life—Karito fondly remembered their playful pranks and the closeness that bordered on familial ties.

As the memories flooded his consciousness, a sense of longing and remorse washed over Karito, realizing that these bonds were fractured by the darkness that had consumed him. The tragedy of their rift weighed heavily on his heart, and he yearned to heal the wounds and reclaim the connections that had defined his journey.

Yet, in the wake of this emotional turmoil, Karito found himself engulfed in a newfound power, one born of the symbiotic transformation he had undergone. And though the darkness had driven him to the brink, a glimmer of his former self emerged—a flicker of the friend, the ally, the hero he once was.

As the echoes of his past mingled with the present turmoil, Karito stood before his comrades, a complex tapestry of emotions etched upon his face. The battle raged on, but within him, a battle of a different kind unfolded—a struggle to reconcile the darkness that had tainted his soul and the memories of friendship that now beckoned him back to the light.

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) "NGHHH!!!! STOOOOOP!!!!"

An abrupt and unexpected disruption swept through Spider-Man's consciousness like a tempest, tearing at the very fabric of his being. An intense migraine gripped his mind, a searing pain that seemed to rend his thoughts asunder, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. With a sharp cry of agony, he stumbled, faltering in his graceful movements, and fell to the side, clutching his head in an attempt to quell the torrent of anguish.

Captain America, amidst the chaos, was not blind to the plight of his friend. Even in his damaged state, he slowly tilted his head towards his friend with worry etched into his visage. The tumultuous clash of hero and foe momentarily forgotten, Cap's thoughts now shifted to the well-being of his ally, who seemed to be grappling with an unseen adversary of a different nature.

(Captain America) Weakly "Ka...rito...?"

(Berserker Spider-Man & Toxin) "HAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

In the aftermath of his tumultuous outburst, Spider-Man's once ferocious roars were silenced, replaced by ragged breaths that mirrored the turbulent storm within him. As his sanity slowly regained its grip, he found himself confronted by the haunting aftermath of his actions. The very fabric of his consciousness seemed woven with a tapestry of newly remembered memories, memories that bore witness to the unimaginable horrors he had inflicted upon his adversaries.

The weight of his actions, like an oppressive burden, bore down upon him, threatening to crush his very spirit. He surveyed the devastation that now lay before him, a testament to the chaos he had wrought in the grip of his primal fury. A mixture of fright and repulsion took hold of his senses, and the sight of the carnage he had unleashed filled him with revulsion.

The memories of consuming his adversaries, the grotesque and malevolent actions he had carried out, played in agonizing loops in his mind. The sheer horror of it all overwhelmed him, causing him to lose control, and he wretchedly vomited in response to the depths of depravity he had sunk to.

Tears streamed down his masked face as he grappled with the enormity of his transgressions. The once courageous and valiant hero was now reduced to a shattered soul, haunted by the atrocities he could not undo. The realization of the lives he had taken and the darkness he had embraced bore heavily on his conscience, threatening to engulf him in an abyss of guilt and remorse.

His body trembled as the weight of his actions manifested in a visceral panic attack. Cold sweat trickled down his brow, and his once vibrant complexion turned ashen under the weight of his emotions. The world around him blurred as his breaths grew labored, and the walls of the HYDRA base seemed to close in around him.

(Spider-Man) Crying "I-IM A MONSTER! NO! NO! I'M A MONSTER! I'M A MONSTER!"

(Captain America) Weakly "Ka...rito..."

(Spider-Man) "STEVE! OH GOD, DID I DO THIS! I-I'LL HEAL YOU I- I'LL!"

(Captain America) Weakly "I'll... never... hate... you... none... of... us... will... so don't... call yourself... a monster... we... all make... mistakes... you just... learn... and improve..."

(Spider-Man) "But... I'm so sorry... if only..." Grabs a potion from his inventory

(Captain America) "It's... fine..." Drinks the potion and a green aura surrounds him "Thank god for those potions. I'll give it to the others."

(Spider-Man) "...Ok..." Gives him two more potions

In the aftermath of the intense battle, everyone's wounds were miraculously healed, but the absence of Bucky's arm brought a moment of sorrow. However, Karito reassured him, offering words of comfort and hope, reminding him that strength and resilience lie within.

(Winter Soldier) "Is the suit... gonna be a problem again?"

(Spider-Man) "Actually, I feel stronger for some reason. I don't feel anything different mentally so that's good at least."

(Iron Man) "That's a relief then, I don't ever wanna see you out of control again."

In an unexpected display of emotion, Iron Man enveloped Karito in a warm, heartfelt embrace.

(Spider-Man ) "Tony?"

(Iron Man) "You gave me a scare, I'm relieved that you're fine now."

(Spider-Man) "I'm glad man."

As the embrace between Iron Man and Karito came to an end, a tension-filled gaze was directed towards Bucky, fraught with a mix of lingering anger and vengeance. However, in a moment of self-reflection, the stern expression softened into a resigned sigh. Iron Man's gaze seemed to carry the weight of a thousand thoughts and inner struggles, as if wrestling with the complexities of trust, forgiveness, and the blurry lines between heroism and villainy.

(Iron Man) "I'm just gonna report that ya'll escape."

(Captain America) "Why?"

(Iron Man) "Because it's not like I can fight with most of my armor gone, also I'm mentally and emotionally tired."

(Spider-Man) "Sorry."

(Iron Man) You're forgiven. Now everyone go, before I change my mind."

In a moment of somber reflection, as the three heroes stood together, poised to depart from the scene of their intense battle, an unspoken understanding seemed to pass between them. Iron Man's arm reached out, gently halting Captain America from retrieving his shield.

(Iron Man) "That's my father's, and I intend to keep it."

(Captain America) "..." Throws the shield to the ground

As the trio began their solemn walk toward the elevator, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions, a resonant voice echoed through the speakers of the base, arresting their movements and drawing their attention back to the present. The announcement carried an air of authority, yet an underlying tone of revelation that sent a shiver down their spines.

(Speaker announcer) "Missile is about to be launched, coordinates marked... The USA. The explosion will wipe out half of the country."

In a moment of audacious determination, the heroes halted in their tracks, their gazes riveted skyward as the ominous missile began its ascent into the heavens. Time seemed to slow as they collectively processed the imminent threat, their minds racing to devise a plan of action. However, before any coordinated response could be executed, a blur of crimson and blue streaked across their field of vision.

Spider-Man, infused with an unparalleled sense of urgency, sprang into action without hesitation. A kinetic whirlwind of agile grace, he launched himself into the air, propelling himself with extraordinary precision toward the rapidly ascending missile. Like a celestial dancer, he elegantly latched onto the metallic surface, his spider-like grip finding purchase amidst the metallic sheen.

(Captain America) "KARITO!!!"

(Winter Soldier) "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

(Iron Man) "NO! KARITO!"

In a sudden and awe-inspiring arrival, the enigmatic figure of Black Panther materialized with a dignified poise amidst the tense atmosphere.

(Black Panther) "I didn't stop Zemo in time..."

(Iron Man) "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!"

(Black Panther) "He had a gun in his hand and he was about to kill himself but I stopped him. What I didn't expect is him to press a button and activate a nuclear bomb..."

(Spider-Man) "EVERYONE IT'S FINE! I'LL SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE! TRUST ME!"

Amidst lingering doubts and apprehension, the assembly of heroes found themselves faced with a pivotal decision—to entrust their fate to the singular figure of Spider-Man. Though the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon them, there existed an unspoken consensus that this enigmatic webslinger held the key to their salvation.

Karito Pov

Amidst the thinning oxygen, my mind raced, grappling with the urgent task at hand. I couldn't afford to falter; I had to stop this missile. The determination in my voice echoed, a resolute promise to myself.

Recalling Vision's teachings, I delved into my knowledge, searching for a way to disrupt the missile's trajectory. My hands swiftly found purchase on a panel, and with tenacity, I tore it open, my heart pounding in my chest.

Gyroscopic and GPS systems... that's it. If I can alter its course, direct it away from populated areas... into the ocean, perhaps.

The cold gnawed at my body, but I couldn't let it hinder me. Kaine's skill offered me some relief, warming me just enough to endure this harsh environment.

I continued my mission, fervently digging into the missile's innards until my heightened senses led me to the crucial components.

There it was, the pivotal moment. I had to act swiftly, rely on my hacker skill to manipulate the missile's course. Redirect it to safety, far away from any harm.

With resolve, I propelled the missile to higher altitudes, pushing it towards the Pacific Ocean, a realm of vastness and isolation.

The ocean seemed like the safest option, but the cost was immense. My heart sank as I braced for the unavoidable explosion.

In an instant, I released my grasp, the missile soaring towards its new destination. The ensuing detonation reverberated for miles, consuming the surroundings.

Within the chaos, I found myself ensnared by the blast. Pain and shock coursed through me, a testament to the sacrifice I had made.

The last thing I saw, was the mass destruction that went my way and engulfed me...

And then... Everything went dark.

To be continued...