Four weeks before Peter had his daughter in his hands, the event occurred that made it possible for Peter to recover his daughter from Mephisto, all thanks to the help of one of his greatest enemies, who charged him something. equally important in exchange for returning his daughter, although our dear Parker does not regret his actions at all.
FOUR WEEKS BEFORE.
Peter was swinging through the busy streets of his city in search of a crime to stop, he wanted to distract his mind from the recent events around him, try to forget how everyone turned their back on him and didn't believe his explanation about how Octtavius took control of his body over the past few months, even though stranger things have happened in this world I call home.
He wanted to remove that void by fulfilling the responsibility that his arachnid powers give him.
As he swung through the city he heard the call of duty as he saw some patrol cars and several police officers in defensive positions behind their vehicles in front of a bank.
Spiderman quickly entered through the hatch trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to alert the thieves.
Throwing a spider web into the mouth of the first thief and pulling him quickly and then sticking him to the ceiling, the other thieves quickly became aware of the arachnid's presence and began trying to shoot him without success.
''Stay still spider''. A thief said while pointing at the hostages and the others did the same.
''Calm down guys, we don't have to go to those extremes, I'll stay still, now stop pointing at them, yes friend.'' Adopting a more serious expression under the mask, Spider-Man spoke.
The moment they stopped aiming at the hostages to aim at him, Spiderman moved, quickly snatching the robbers' weapons and wrapping them in cocoons of spider webs.
When he finished restraining the thieves, he found that he had a gunshot wound to his leg, which went unnoticed thanks to the red of the suit.
Despite being injured, Spiderman approached the hostages to give them encouragement, who only looked at him with fear and in the depths of the eyes of the people he rescued, he noticed something that really hurt him, that was hatred, he I notice hate
deeply hidden in the eyes of his rescued.
Spiderman tried to approach them to talk to them and calm them down, but was greeted with a series of cries for help and help.
''Help, Spiderman doesn't want to kill.'' A lady exclaimed in a gasp.
''Don't come near us, spider monster.'' Another middle-aged man spoke coldly.
''Help, quickly, police, Spiderman wants to kill us, quickly, help, Spiderman, please don't do it.'' The screams were so loud that they could be heard throughout the block and the police obviously heard it.
When the police entered they found Spiderman in front of them while they trembled with fear [in his eyes], so without thinking twice they pointed their weapons at Spiderman, who instinctively began to escape.
When the police saw him escape, they began shooting left and right around the place where Spider-Man escaped and stopped doing so when they could no longer see him.
Spiderman swung as far as possible from the place, until he reached an abandoned workshop on the outskirts of New York.
''Those people, the thieves and the situation, indeed, my sense of duty acted again, leading me to fall into a trap, set by who knows who and for what.'' Spiderman didn't have to think much to know that that bank robbery was a lie just to put more dirty water on his head.
Spider-Man quickly put aside the trap they set for him temporarily and began to try to close the bullet wound in his leg to prevent him from bleeding further and then let the healing factor do its work.
Spiderman went to look for something to close the wound in the abandoned warehouse, finding only two pieces of white cloth lying on the floor and a piece of very sharp iron with which he began the process of closing the wound, while finally trying to close the wound. Once he called the Fantastic Four to ask them for a little help, which didn't work because the building's artificial intelligence immediately found out it was him, gave him a scolding about calling places he wasn't welcome to, and then I hang up.
Without Spider-Man knowing, a few meters away was a man of unknown age dressed as a nobleman from the Middle Ages, about two meters tall with a lush white beard and hair of the same color. The strange thing about said man was that he seemed to be looking at directly to the arachnid and the latter's sense did not warn of any danger.