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Under the gorgeous stars, on the bustling streets of New York City, a swift figure swung gracefully between the high-rise buildings.
Soon, the figure reached the source of his unease: a building. With a sharp tug on his web, Peter Parker propelled himself to the top floor of a building across the street. His spider mask lifted, revealing a frown on his face.
Standing at the edge of the rooftop, Peter could feel the unsettling vibrations below.
"What's going on with this building?" he muttered, eyes narrowing as he scanned the scene. His enhanced vision allowed him to see the chaotic mess in the ground-floor lobby. Broken glass littered the area, alongside piles of unknown ash and scattered weapons.
His spider-sense blared incessantly, making his head throb with alarm. He wanted to investigate, but his instincts screamed at him to stay put. The ground trembled more violently, as if something beneath the building was about to break free.
As Peter hesitated, he suddenly gasped, "Oh no—"
Boom!!
Peter's eyes widened as a massive explosion rocked the building. The first floor erupted in a terrifying wave of red flames, like a volcanic eruption, consuming everything in sight.
The explosion shattered every window, sending glass shards raining down from the sky.
The sheer force and heat of the blast terrified Peter. He knew that if he had gone in, he would have been reduced to ash.
"Gas explosion? Or something more?" Peter thought, bewildered. "One thing's for sure: the gas pipeline must've been ignited."
Suddenly, Peter's spider-sense flared again. His eyes darted to three figures emerging from the inferno at incredible speed. Despite his reflexes, he could only make out blurry shapes.
Those figures were none other than Sergei, Pietro, and Blade. But Sergei and Blade were in rough shape. Sergei was in a weakened state after an overloaded attack, and Blade had barely escaped the Blood God's magic, nearly getting incinerated by Sergei's explosive move.
Fortunately, Pietro used his high-speed movement ability to drag the two of them down the stairs. Even so, the intense heat was unforgiving to Blade's half-vampire physiology, leaving burn marks on his dark skin.
Supporting the two half-conscious men, Pietro felt helpless.
'The Blood God isn't that hard to deal with,' Pietro thought, 'but, as Wanda said, magic is completely unreasonable. The Blood God's super self-healing ability makes him tough, but it's the blood magic that's the real problem. Controlling someone else's blood? That's just unfair.'
He knew things wouldn't spiral out of control, though. Even if Sergei hadn't handled it, Pietro was confident they'd find a way. Everyone had their trump cards.
"Forget it, let's head back. At least the car's parked far away—losing a ride would've been a huge loss," Pietro muttered, lugging the two toward their parking spot. But before leaving, he glanced at the top of the building across the street.
That single glance sent a jolt of panic through the little spider perched on the rooftop.
'Damn it, he spotted me?' Peter thought, startled.
"He did."
The soft, sweet female voice caught Peter off guard. He spun around quickly, only to see a beautiful girl standing behind him. She wore a gray sweatshirt and jeans, her beauty and striking presence making an immediate impression on Peter.
When Peter saw the girl looking at him with her beautiful, curious eyes, he quickly stretched out his hand to greet her.
"Hey, hello, I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."
"Really? My neighbors are usually rich, and you don't look like that," she teased, a playful smile on her face.
Peter wasn't offended. Instead, he replied tentatively, "Hey, do you know those guys down there?"
"I do. One is my twin brother, the other's family, and the cool guy? No clue, but I think he's Blade."
"Blade? Cool." Peter suddenly felt his own nickname paled in comparison.
"So, do you know what's going on in that building?" he asked.
"Pretty much. There's a summoning ritual happening underneath. Its being done by a certain blood tribe. Pietro, Sergei, and Blade should be handling it," the girl said, walking up beside Peter. She glanced down at the wrecked first floor of the building, shaking her head. She could sense Sergei's weakened state and knew what he had gone through.
"Blood Tribe? Blood God? Is that what I'm thinking?" Peter asked, his eyes wide.
"Sounds about right."
"Damn. Are there blood-sucking creatures in New York? That's terrifying! I hope they're not interested in Spider-Man blood," Peter said, feeling his worldview shift. He'd always thought vampires were just a thing on TV, but now, knowing they might be roaming his city, it made his skin crawl. The thought of a Blood God made it even worse—he imagined a massive, ferocious bat with blood-red eyes and sharp fangs.
"Trust me, your blood would be very appealing to them," she said, half-jokingly.
Peter groaned. "Don't say that, now I'm definitely having nightmares." He covered his head with his hands, looking like he was about to break down, which made the girl laugh sweetly.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Looking forward to our next encounter," she said, waving as she turned to leave. Peter watched in awe as she casually leaped off the rooftop.
Standing alone, Peter crossed his arms, feeling a chill under the moonlight. He realized this situation was beyond his control, so he hurriedly swung away into the night.