[Unknown POV]
The city of New York was still reeling from the daring rescue by the two mysterious masked figures. The news dominated every channel, radio broadcast, and social media platform, with reporters and analysts alike speculating on the identities and motives of these new heroes after Fantastic Fours.
-Newsroom Discussions-
At a local news station, the anchors debated heatedly.
"Who are these masked vigilantes? Are they heroes, or something else entirely?" one anchor asked, gesturing to the looping footage of Eternal Spider and Ghost Spider swinging into the burning building.
"Let's not forget," another countered, "this city has seen its share of mutants and enhanced individuals like Fantastic Fours. Could these two be part of that group? And if so, are they registered?"
The screen displayed a clip of an Eternal spider carrying a mother and a Ghost rider carrying her children out of the inferno while Gwen shielded them from falling debris.
Another reporter: From the source we found, the fire wasn't natural. It was intended to kill a specific individual.
In coffee shops, subways, and workplaces, people couldn't stop talking.
"They're like something out of a movie," one woman said, showing her coworker a blurry photo she'd snapped. "I didn't even believe it was real at first."
"I just feel safe knowing they're out there," another added. "They didn't have to do that. But they did."
Even sceptics begrudgingly admitted the duo's heroism. "They saved over a dozen lives," a firefighter told a reporter. "I don't care if they wear masks; those two are the real deal."
But the Daily Bugle was quick to jump on the other side. J. Jonah Jameson blasted the two heroes, calling them "dangerous criminals" and warning the city to beware. "Another pair of unregistered freaks? We can't afford to let these masked vigilantes run wild! New York deserves safety, not chaos."
While people were discussing new superheroes or some blaming them for the chaos.
Meanwhile, in the shadows of his empire, Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of Crime, sat in his lavish penthouse office, his hulking figure almost consumed by the darkness. His massive hands rested calmly on the desk, but his mind churned with cold efficiency.
The television blared with footage of the fire. Two masked figures—Eternal Spider and Ghost Spider—were hailed as heroes by the media, their names filling the air. Yet, Fisk's attention was not on them. His eyes narrowed at the image of the woman, Emily, who had been saved by new heroes; her husband, a detective, had been digging into matters that no one should have. Fisk had thought he'd silenced him—until now
She had survived.
Fisk's lips twisted into a barely perceptible frown. Emily was nothing but a widow. A woman whose husband had stumbled too close to the truth. She wasn't important—at least, not in the way the media thought. Yet, the fact that she had escaped, with evidence that could lead him and his operations around New York, could not be tolerated.
His fingers tightened into fists, and his massive form seemed to expand in the chair. Fisk wasn't just a criminal mastermind—he was a titan. Few understood the quiet strength he possessed, the sheer power of his will. But those who underestimated him made fatal mistakes.
His voice was calm, eerily so, as he turned to his right-hand man, Nobu, standing silently at the side.
"Take care of her. She is a problem," Fisk said, his voice almost a whisper, though every word was laden with menace.
"Sir, she has been held under FBI as they're already suspecting.." Nobu said from behind as he stood in darkness
"Then wait, and when you get a chance, finish her as soon you can. I don't like having lost ends " Fisk said coldly as his eyes didn't leave the television
Watching as the two vigilantes swung through the city. His mind briefly flickered to another thorn in his side—Daredevil. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen had been an ever-present nuisance, exposing his operations and challenging his rule. But these two... these new vigilantes, Eternal Spider and Ghost Spider were something else entirely. Their unpredictability made them dangerous and he doesn't know anything about them it seems, they have appeared out of nowhere
"They're a distraction," Fisk muttered to himself, his mind now drifting between the vigilantes and his latest issue—Emily and the drive. "But I'm not concerned with them yet. The woman's survival is a bigger threat."
His gaze hardened. If she speaks
There was a sudden shift in the room—Fisk's entire demeanour changed. His hands clenched the chair's arms tightly, his knuckles white, and a dark chuckle escaped his lips. I will deal with them all.
"I don't care about her. It's the evidence I care about," Fisk continued, his voice low and purposeful. "Get the drive. Destroy it. No one can know what's on it."
Nobu turned to leave but paused when Fisk added, "And those two… Eternal Spider and Ghost Spider… keep an eye on them. Let them play the part of heroes. But should they become too involved…" He paused, his eyes gleaming with dangerous intent. "If they continue to interfere, I will make them regret it. This city is mine."
With that, Nobu left, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
Fisk remained in the silence, his mind ever calculating. His empire was vast, but cracks were appearing in the foundations. The appearance of these new vigilantes, the whispers of Daredevil's continued meddling, the fire, and now Emily—all of it was threatening the fragile peace Fisk had so carefully curated.
He thought of Daredevil, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. The man in red had been an irritation, but a predictable one. His mission to expose Fisk's criminal operations had been relentless, but his sense of justice made him too focused on his ideals. He would never be able to touch Fisk's empire, not while he remained in the shadows.
But the new Spider duo? They were something else entirely. Their motives are unclear, and their abilities are unpredictable. If they caught wind of Fisk's operations and decided to take matters into their own hands, they would pose a real threat.
Fisk's smile returned, though it was devoid of warmth. Let them think they can play hero. Let them believe they can save the day. They'll learn soon enough that in my city, only I hold the power.
He exhaled slowly, his mind already moving to his next step. "No one can stop me. Not Emily, not Daredevil, and certainly not these two."
The world outside continued to move, unaware of the storm brewing in the shadows. But Fisk knew—no one would ever be able to stop the Kingpin.
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[Peter's POV]
—Oscorp tower—-
I stood in Dr. Connors' lab, surrounded by vials of glowing green liquids, gene-sequencing machines humming softly in the background. The faint odour of chemicals mixed with sterilized air filled the room. I was supposed to be focused on cataloguing the latest set of samples, but my mind kept drifting to it earlier today.
The fire. The rescue. The debut.
People cheered for Gwen and me as we swung away from the smouldering building. Social media was already buzzing, videos of our actions spreading like wildfire. Public opinion was split—some admired us, while others, like the Daily Bugle, painted us as threats. But deep down, I knew fame wasn't my goal. It was a shield, a distraction, something to make people love us just enough to mask my true intentions.
Dr. Connors' voice broke through my thoughts. "Peter, hand me the genome sequence file."
"Yes, Dr. Connors," I replied, sliding the file across the counter.
I watched him carefully. He was completely engrossed, his single hand moving deftly as he adjusted the microscopes and typed notes with an intensity that bordered on obsession. His gaze was fixated on the screen, where a diagram of lizard DNA blinked.
I couldn't help but compare him to myself. Connors and I were alike in some ways: relentless and determined to push boundaries. His pursuit of regeneration for his missing arm was admirable, but I knew how this story would end if left unchecked. The serum would work… too well. It would make him stronger, yes, but at the cost of his humanity, becoming a monster.
I sighed, pretending to jot down notes while my thoughts raced. I could make his serum perfect. Or I could stop him from becoming a monster altogether. But interfering too much in canon events would lead me to only problems and no benefit.
Norman Osborn was funding this research for a reason, and I'd bet everything he was already watching Connors closely, i also found some records that they're experimenting on mutants but it's very well hidden, next time I'll do a thorough check of all files that oscorps has to offer
If I changed Connors' path too drastically, Osborn—and anyone else watching—would come for me.
For now, I had to play my part. Stay in the shadows. Keep the Original timeline intact where it mattered.
"Peter, are you listening?" Connors asked, turning his tired eyes to me.
"Of course, Dr. Connors," I lied with a grin. My mask was firmly in place.
"The enzyme samples. I need them catalogued and cross-referenced with the neural stability data," he instructed his focus entirely on the models spinning on his monitor.
"Yes, sir," I muttered, moving to the task.
Hours passed in tense silence. I worked diligently, organizing the data, occasionally sneaking a glance at Connors, who was utterly lost in his world. Just as I was finishing up, my phone buzzed on the counter.
"Peter, it's me, Danny ", a familiar voice rasped.
'hm?..'I frowned, picking up the phone. It was Danny Rand. The Iron Fist.
"I need your help. They've put me in a mental hospital," he rasped, giving me an address before the call cut abruptly.
I smirked. The events of Iron Fist were already in motion. Danny Rand and his influence over the Rand Corporation could be invaluable. Another piece on the chessboard.
//ShalI i include some school drama stuffs?