In the speeding No. 7 subway car, Peter put down his cell phone. The train was just two stops away from the Natural History Museum. Uncle Ben should still be in the subway, while Gwen was likely still at the museum.
*"Kacha!"*
Peter crushed the metal fragments on the ground with his foot, frowning in deep thought. The subway's braking system was completely damaged, so relying on the subway company to stop the train was out of the question.
He glanced up at the passengers in the car at the other end of the train. By now, they realized that the subway was out of control. Terrified, the crowd erupted into despairing cries. Many passengers started to write hasty farewells, while others sat silently, unable to accept their fate. They had hoped that this unexpected, black-clad hero could save them, but now faced the grim reality that they might all perish together.
Suddenly, Peter's phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. He checked the message from Uncle Ben, which contained only one simple line: *"I love you, Peter, and I will always be proud of you."*
Holding the phone, Peter stood silently, his expression hidden behind his mask. Nearby passengers caught sight of this mysterious figure. A Mexican woman, cradling her young daughter, gathered her courage and moved through the chaotic subway car, ignoring the wind rushing through the broken windows. With tears streaming down her face, she handed her five- or six-year-old daughter to Peter and pleaded, "Sir, please, take her away, please!"
Seeing a glimmer of hope in Peter's powers, she begged him desperately. The little girl, sensing the gravity of the situation, looked up at her mother with fearful, tearful eyes.
Peter's white eyes, illuminated by a faint red glow, softened for a moment as he considered the child. But he quickly shook his head, rejecting the woman's plea. Crestfallen, she hung her head, but Peter spoke to her coldly: "Get out of here, and tell everyone to move to the back of the train, as far away as possible." Realizing what he intended to do, the woman nodded, showing a look of gratitude before running back, holding her child tightly.
Peter didn't care about the lives of the passengers; his focus was on Uncle Ben and Gwen. This had always been his priority. But when he saw the little girl's eyes, a flicker of emotion stirred inside him. He quickly pushed that feeling away, reminding himself that he wasn't here to play the hero.
*"Boom!"*
The subway roared forward, closing in on its final destination.
*"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"*
Peter shot out streams of black spider threads from his wrists, aiming at the buildings on both sides of the train. The corrosive webs, resembling a fishing net, clung to the walls and metal signboards as they flew.
*"Bang!"*
The webbing yanked at Peter's arms, slamming him backward into the front of the subway car, denting it from the impact. He groaned in pain as his back throbbed and his arms strained against the pull of the webs. His muscles swelled, and the exoskeletons on his arms twisted under the pressure.
*"Crack! Crack! Crack!"*
The spider silk snapped under the combined force of tension and its own corrosive nature, unable to hold for long against the friction of metal and concrete. The buildings and signs, corroded by the webbing, failed as anchors.
*"No!"*
It wasn't just about whether he had Spider-Man's strength to stop a high-speed train; his corrosive webs weren't durable enough to maintain their grip. With a heavy thud, Peter collapsed against the dented wall of the car, breathing heavily from the strain and pain.
He glanced up at the news helicopter hovering overhead, his red eyes glowing with determination. Taking a deep breath, he shot out more webs, targeting the helicopter. Before the pilot could react, the helicopter jerked downward under the sudden force. The cameraman, strapped in, clutched his equipment tightly to avoid being thrown out.
"What's happening?!" the cameraman yelled at the pilot.
"I... I don't know! Look! Look down there!" The pilot pointed below, and the cameraman focused his lens, capturing a scene that left him speechless.
"What the hell is this?!" he stammered, just as the helicopter began to spiral downwards, pulled by Peter's strength.
Peter, gripping the spider webs tightly, fought to control the helicopter's descent. He was yanked back from the front of the subway car with a powerful impact, crashing through the wall and into the second car amid flying metal fragments.
"Damn! This guy's trying to stop the train with a helicopter! He's insane!" the cameraman shouted as they continued to spiral downward.
*"Bang!"*
Peter's momentum pulled him skyward, but the corrosive webs snapped under the strain. He shot out more strands, latching onto the helicopter once again. This time, he aimed at two nearby police helicopters as well.
*"Bang! Bang! Bang!"*
The sound of webs snapping echoed as Peter strained to hold them. His muscles bulged, his red eyes glowing fiercely as he let out a growl. The subway car groaned under the strain, deforming further.
To prevent his arms from being torn off, Peter wrapped the webs around a metal support rod inside the subway car, using it to absorb some of the force. But the corroded rod snapped, leaving him struggling to maintain his grip. Desperately, he shot out more webs, determined to slow the train's momentum.
The subway finally began to decelerate, its wheels screeching against the tracks as it gradually slowed to a halt. Passengers inside the car, as well as those watching the live broadcast, were left stunned by the sight unfolding before them—a scene unlike anything they had ever witnessed.
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