Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr faced a powerful barrier blocking their way to Spot. The high-tech shield pulsed with energy, making it clear that their efforts to break through were in vain.
Pavitr, noticing a scientist who had collapsed on the floor in the chaos, approached him urgently. "Would you please deactivate this strong barrier?"
The scientist, still disoriented and panicked, managed to say, "It can't be turned off until the collider sequence is complete." He and the other scientists fled, leaving the trio in their desperate struggle.
Miles, frustrated and pounding on the barrier, muttered, "The collider sequence? Oh, man."
Pavitr, equally exasperated, let out a frustrated curse in his Indian accent, "Fuck."
Gwen, her fists pounding against the barrier, shouted towards Spot, "Spot, you need to stop!"
Miles joined in, slamming his shoulder against the barrier. "You don't know what you're doing, man!!"
Spot, absorbed in his task at the control panel, barely glanced at the commotion. "I'm about to be so much more than a villain of the week." he said, his focus unwavering as he continued to manipulate the collider's controls.
Pavitr, his frustration mounting, continued to bang on the barrier. "I forgive you about the chai tea, if you stop what you're doing!!"
Miles, determined to reason with Spot, added, "I'm sorry I called you that, okay? You're a great villain."
Spot smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and menace. "Oh, not yet, I'm not."
The collider's control panel emitted a mechanical voice: "Initializing collider."
The trio's faces fell as they realized the gravity of the situation. "No!" they shouted in unison.
Gwen's panic grew as she repeated, "Shit, shit, shit."
Suddenly, Jessica Drew's voice crackled through Gwen's watch. "How is it going now?"
Gwen, clearly frazzled, simply replied, "Great." She turned off the watch, frustration evident in her voice.
Gwen turned to Miles and Pavitr, her eyes filled with determination and anxiety. "Anyone got any ideas?"
Pavitr, with a touch of humor despite the dire situation, responded in his Indian accent, "Oh, I have so many, but none for this."
The collider's hum grew louder, signaling the imminent activation. Spot was on the brink of harnessing its power, and the trio knew they had to act fast. Their options were running out, and the stakes couldn't be higher.
Miles watched as his hands crackled with electricity, a testament to his hours of study and enhancement. His fingers shimmered with energy, and he aimed them at the barrier.
"Stand back," he instructed, his voice resolute. "I've been working on something new."
Gwen and Pavitr exchanged worried glances as the barrier began to vibrate from the intensity of Miles's power.
"How long does this usually take?" Gwen asked, her eyes flicking between Miles and the increasingly unstable barrier.
"Just give me a second." Miles replied, focusing intently on his task. His fingers sparked and fizzed as he continued to channel energy into the barrier.
Gwen, concerned, inquired, "Do you want us to do something, or do we just stand here?"
Pavitr, equally curious, asked, "Are you charging it, or...?"
"No." Miles said, gritting his teeth. "I'm absorbing it so I can shoot it back."
"Looks like you're charging." Gwen observed, eyeing the growing intensity of the energy.
Pavitr, curious despite the urgency, asked, "Does this have a name?"
Miles, barely keeping his focus, snapped, "Hold your questions until I'm done breaking this!"
As the trio's conversation continued, the barrier started to crack under the strain of Miles's energy. Just as Miles seemed on the brink of new discovery, a sudden and unexpected sound cut through the chaos.
"Oi, oi!" A distinct British accent rang out, accompanied by the sharp, rhythmic strumming of a guitar.
The music was familiar to Gwen and Pavitr, and their eyes widened in recognition.
"Hobie!" Gwen exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and excitement.
"Hobie, my guy!" Pavitr cheered, waving enthusiastically.
Miles, bewildered, looked at the new arrival with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Hobie? So this guy is Hobie that you two were talking about?" His jealousy was palpable as he eyed the new Spider-Man with a guitar.
The new Spider-Man, with a punk rock flair and a confident grin, strode forward. His guitar, which had evidently been used to break through the barrier, hung casually at his side. He wore a black suit adorned with a spider emblem and a distinctive mask with a wide-eyed grin.
Spot, observing the situation with a mix of amusement and irritation, commented, "Look at that, another one. I love how many different variations of you guys there are."
Hobie, still strumming his guitar, looked around at the assembled heroes and shrugged with a casual grin. "Thought I'd drop in and lend a hand. What's the party without a little music, right?"
Pavitr approached Hobie with enthusiasm, their interactions reflecting a deep camaraderie. They exchanged gang signs, a sign of mutual respect and friendship.
"Man-like, Pav! Big stepper! Yeah, mate!" Hobie greeted, his tone full of genuine warmth.
Miles, puzzled by the exchange, turned to Gwen and asked, "What's this dude saying?"
Pavitr, grinning, translated for Miles. "It's English for 'We get along great, and we're close friends.'" He jabbed Hobie playfully, their easy rapport evident.
Hobie then glanced at Miles, curiosity evident in his eyes. "Is this the younger from 1610?"
Miles looked at Gwen, seeking clarification. "Do you understand this guy?"
Pavitr, taking the opportunity to rejoin the fray, swung towards Spot. "Hobie, thanks for breaking the shield!"
Spot, noticing Pavitr's approach, shot a black hole in his direction. Pavitr nimbly avoided the attack and continued his assault. Gwen followed suit, swinging in to join the battle against Spot.
Miles, still processing Hobie's presence, said, "I loosened it."
Hobie, ever helpful, offered a bit of advice. "Bit of advice: use the palm, not just your fingers."
Miles grunted in response, "Hmph."
Hobie took a moment to assess Miles's suit, a smirk forming on his face. "What's up with your suit? Is he bleeding from his armpits?" Hobie's comment was a mix of curiosity and amusement as he eyed the black suit with red lines that Miles was wearing.
Gwen, swinging through the air, made introductions. "Miles, Hobie. Hobie, Miles."
Miles extended a hand, trying to mask his jealousy with politeness. "Hi. I've never heard of you because Gwen barely ever mentions you."
Hobie, unfazed by Miles's reaction, shook his hand and gave a casual nod. "Ah, don't worry about it. I'm just here to help out."
As Gwen and Pavitr engaged Spot in battle, Hobie's nonchalance and unique approach to heroism added a new dynamic to their team. The fight continued with renewed energy, and the combined efforts of Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie brought them closer to stopping Spot and averting disaster.
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[Hobie Introduction]
In this rough part of the city where rebellion and everyday life mix, Hobie's world unfolds. The alleyways are his stage, and the neon lights are his spotlight. His life is a wild mix of music, defiance, and unfiltered rebellion, resonating through the vibrant cityscape around him.
Hobie Brown leaned against a brick wall in a narrow alley. The faint glow of neon signs created shifting shadows on his face. His eyes, sharp and playful, quickly glanced around as he spoke.
"A'ight, my name's Hobie, Hobie Brown," he began, a sly grin tugging at his lips.
"So, I got bitten by a—oh, wouldn't you like to know? It's one of those things I keep close to my chest. Let's just say it's a bit of a mystery, yeah?" His tone was playful, but his eyes held a glint of something darker, something more enigmatic.
"For the last three years, I've been the one and only... Wait, wait, wait."
As Hobie talk, the city around him pulsed with a rhythm of its own, the distant thud of bass from an underground club mixing with the murmur of late-night revelers.
"You think I'm gonna just spill my secret identity? Come on, you're smarter than that," he continued, his voice tinged with amusement. "When I'm not headlining shows at some smoky dive, rattling cages with my unorthodox performance art, or cracking jokes with the lads at the pub, I'm out there stirring things up. It's all part of the game."
His gaze softened, though the edge never fully left. "I'm not a role model, you see. I was briefly a runway model, if that's what floats your boat, but don't let that fool you. I'm as far from the polished, plastic image of a role model as you can get."
He scowled as if the very thought irked him. "I can't stand the a.m. I can't stand the p.m. Labels? They're just another set of chains."
He looked up, the neon lights flickering in the rain-slicked streets reflecting off his eyes. "I'm not a hero. Calling yourself a hero is just a way of becoming a self-mythologizing, narcissistic autocrat. And that's not me. Not by a long shot."
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Amidst the chaos of the collider room, Hobie's presence added an unpredictable layer to the battle. His banter with Gwen continued as he swung around, adding to the already tumultuous scene.
"Gwendy, you left your jumper around my place." Hobie called out, his tone casual as he expertly maneuvered through the air.
Miles, who was catching his breath on the ground, looked confused. "What's a jumper?"
Pavitr, dodging another black hole from Spot, responded quickly, "It's a sweater."
Miles's eyes widened in surprise. "How many sweaters do you have?"
Gwen, momentarily pausing her swing, shot Miles a guilty glance. She tried to cover up her embarrassment, saying, "That's not mine, I'm sure."
Hobie continued, unperturbed by the fight, "And your toothbrush."
Miles was even more perplexed. "Wait, what?"
As Hobie swung through the air, he glanced at Gwen's shoes and added, "Are those my Chucks?"
Gwen let out an awkward laugh, unable to come up with a suitable excuse.
Miles, bewildered by the personal revelations amidst the battle, exclaimed, "Wtf?"
Spot, meanwhile, continued to unleash his black hole attacks, sending Pavitr and Gwen flying through the air. Pavitr was hurled far away, his trajectory altered by the force of the black portal. Gwen followed, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.
Spot looked at the scattered trio and remarked, "Y'all make a heck of a team."
Miles swung toward Spot with renewed determination, but Spot used his portal abilities to teleport directly in front of him, grabbing Miles and choking him.
Hobie, observing from a distance, declared, "I don't believe in teams."
Miles, struggling under Spot's grip, shot back, "Aren't you in a band?"
Hobie's nonchalance remained unchanged. "I don't believe in consistency."
Miles grimaced as Spot's grip tightened. "This guy's killing me."
Spot leaned closer to Miles, his eyes burning with intensity. "This is gonna be good for us, Spider-Man. You'll finally have a villain worth fighting."
Their eyes locked in a tense stare. Spot's voice grew more intense, "And I won't be just a joke to you!"
At that moment, the collider's massive machine came to life, its ominous hum filling the room. The collider was now complete, its powerful energy surging through its core.
Spot grinned menacingly. "Bye bye, Spider-Man!" With that, he lunged toward the collider, aiming to merge with its energy beam.
Miles, desperate to prevent Spot from being absorbed into the collider, used his webbing to pull Spot back. The effort was immense, as the collider's beam was drawing Spot in with an irresistible force.
Miles strained against the pull, his webbing stretching and snapping under the pressure. "Come on, come on!" he gritted through clenched teeth, trying to drag Spot away from the collider's deadly beam.
As the final confrontation reached its peak, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie worked together to pull Spot away from the collider's powerful beam.
Miles, his voice filled with urgency, said, "You're not a joke! Right, gang?"
Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie joined in, helping Miles with all their strength.
Gwen, resolutely, affirmed, "Absolutely."
Pavitr, with a determined tone, added, "Completely unamusing!"
Hobie, chimed in with his characteristic nonchalance, "I don't believe in comedy!"
The trio looked at Hobie, momentarily confused.
Hobie then smirked and said, "Just kidding!"
Miles sighed in relief, "Ahem, See? No one here thinks you're a joke!"
Spot, however, was undeterred. His voice echoed with a sense of finality. "They won't after this!"
With a sudden burst of energy, Spot was engulfed by the collider's beam. The collider absorbed him, and the room fell into an eerie silence.
The four Spider-Men stood amidst the debris, the threat of Spot seemingly over. They scanned their surroundings, the weight of their loss sinking in.
Pavitr broke the silence, "Wow. That was another easy adventure—"
Miles, shaking his head with frustration, said, "No, no."
Gwen, equally distraught, shook her head, "No, no."
Hobie, with a rueful expression, repeated, "No, no, no."
The trio echoed in unison, "No, no, no!"
Pavitr added, "For Spider-Man....."
Suddenly the room exploded. The collider's final surge caused a massive shockwave that sent debris and dust flying everywhere, filling the space with a blinding flash and an overwhelming roar.
To be continue