Spider-sense is a powerful ability, giving Peter Parker a heightened awareness of imminent danger and allowing him to react to attacks almost instinctively.
At this moment, his spider-sense was practically screaming, alerting him to a massive, looming threat.
"What's going on here?" Peter muttered, eyes wide as he took in the scene around him. The streets of Hell's Kitchen were alive with gunfire and explosions, and he could sense an impending clash brewing.
This may have been a bad day to train in Hell's Kitchen.
In the distance, the night sky flared with light as flames erupted and bullets pierced the air. Peter dodged one bullet by a hair's breadth, his heart racing. He was just a high school kid; this was all new to him.
The sheer chaos of the city right now was overwhelming.
"What did I stumble into?" Peter murmured, clinging to a nearby wall, his nerves taut. But then he saw something above him—a dark, bat-like figure silhouetted against the skyline.
"Batman!" Peter's face lit up. This was his idol! Without hesitation, he shot out a strand of webbing and swung in Batman's direction, curiosity and excitement pushing aside his fear.
He had spent enough time now testing his abilities, and his nerves began to settle. He was starting to feel like maybe he belonged here, despite the chaos.
Meanwhile, down on the street, Batman—actually Anton in his Rabbit armor—was face to face with the Kingpin himself. Wilson Fisk grinned with a mixture of surprise and contempt, clearly unimpressed.
"So, Batman, you really thought you'd just stroll up to my front door?" Kingpin sneered, his expression cold as he raised a hand. At his signal, a swarm of heavily armed thugs encircled Anton, each wielding advanced energy guns with lethal precision.
In the shadows, Peter watched, realizing the gravity of the situation.
These weren't ordinary thugs; they carried state-of-the-art energy weapons, the kind you'd only see in the hands of military units or private contractors with big-name suppliers.
Stark Industries, he guessed. Peter bit his lip, a sinking feeling forming in his stomach as he watched the scene unfold. Batman—or whoever was in that suit—was outnumbered and seriously outgunned.
"Kill him!" Kingpin's icy command rang out. Blue energy rounds sparked to life as they aimed at Batman, and within moments, bolts of concentrated energy were blazing across the night.
Anton dove and weaved, evading the gunfire with practiced ease. At one point, he leapt into the air, twisting mid-motion as he switched to a sleeker, more compact armor, effectively vanishing into the shadows. For a moment, his enemies lost track of him.
Fisk's expression hardened as he scanned the streets for any sign of his elusive opponent. "It's like he's teleporting," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration.
Meanwhile, high on a nearby building, Peter clung to a ledge, torn between joining the fight or staying hidden. Then, out of nowhere, Batman appeared beside him.
"Kid, enjoying the show?" Anton asked, eyeing Peter with a faint smile.
Peter's eyes widened in shock. "B-Batman! I—I'm not your enemy! I'm a huge fan!" He stammered, scrambling back in surprise.
Anton chuckled. "A fan, huh?" He seemed amused, but the moment was cut short by a blinding spotlight locking onto their position.
"There! I see him!" One of the thugs shouted, and within seconds, beams of blue light from the energy guns converged on the two of them.
"Who's that kid next to Batman?" one thug muttered.
"Who cares? Shoot 'em both!" another barked.
Before Peter knew it, energy rounds were flying toward him. He panicked, shooting out his web to escape, swinging across the street to avoid the onslaught.
Down below, in a dark corner of Hell's Kitchen, Eddie Brock was watching with his camera.
"Perfect timing," he muttered, snapping a photo of Batman and Peter under the searchlight. "The Bugle's gonna love this one." Eddie grinned.
The shot had captured Batman in all his glory, with the kid in red and blue poor outfit clinging to the wall next to him—perfectly staged to make Batman look even more heroic.
Venom stirred within him, and Eddie could sense the symbiote's excitement. "Just a shame the world only sees you as a monster," Eddie said under his breath.
"I am NOT a monster!" Venom retorted, his voice hissing in Eddie's mind.
Across the street, Anton was darting left and right to dodge the energy blasts, but the sheer volume of gunfire was proving a challenge. He needed an edge.
Then, an idea struck him. He glanced at Peter, who was still lurking in the shadows. "Hey, kid! You feel like lending a hand?"
Peter hesitated, pointing at himself. "Me?"
"Yeah, you," Anton replied, nodding toward Kingpin. "Think you could use that web of yours to pull the big guy over here?"
Peter looked down at Kingpin, his pulse quickening. He wasn't exactly confident, but Batman was asking him to help. So, with a determined nod, he shot his web at Kingpin and pulled.
Caught off guard, Fisk found himself yanked sideways by an unseen force, his bulky frame lurching forward.
"What the—!" he growled, struggling against the webbing. But Peter's adrenaline-fueled strength was too much; he succeeded in pulling Fisk off balance.
At that exact moment, Eddie—now fully transformed into Venom—was closing in on Kingpin's position, ready to pounce. "Finally," he growled.
But to his shock, he saw Fisk's enormous body being yanked upward, soaring toward the rooftop.
"What kind of circus act is this?" Venom hissed, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected turn of events.
Watching Kingpin hurtle skyward, Eddie felt oddly sidelined, as if he were just another observer.
Back on the rooftop, Anton nodded approvingly at Peter. "Not bad, kid."
Peter flushed, struggling to keep his cool. "Thanks, I—uh—just did what I could."
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