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As the Spider-Society mobilized into a collective force, the air crackled with tension. Every spider-person, fueled by the urgent broadcast, fanned out through the futuristic cityscape, their senses heightened, searching for the escaped trio. The echoing footsteps of spider-people resonated, creating an air of urgency for the two escapees and their accomplice.
Uncle Ben, realizing the gravity of their situation, snapped both Ben and Spider-Punk back into reality with a commanding bark, "Follow me!" Without hesitation, he darted off, the others hot on his heels, weaving through the labyrinthine alleys with a focus on speed rather than stealth, as compared to before.
The trio moved like the wind, their footsteps quick and purposeful. However, in their pursuit of speed, they abandoned the cautious approach that had shielded them before.
Unbeknownst to them, the change in strategy eventually caught the attention of a vigilant Spider-Man in a mechanized suit, his spider-like metal legs bristling with anticipation as he caught sight of the three suspects.
But before the mechanized Spider-Man could shoot for help or raise an alarm, Uncle Ben, displaying an uncanny combination of speed and precision, dashed towards him.
Appearing before the Spider-Mech in half a second, the elderly Spider-Man’s superpowered fist collided with the guy's midsection, breaking through the armor with ease before impacting his now-unprotected stomach with a resounding force.
“Aaagh!” A choked gasp escaped the mechanical Spider-Man's open mouth, silencing any attempt to call out to his nearby allies as blood spewed from his mouth.
Before he could recover, Spider-Punk materialized behind him in a burst of speed, delivering a powerful blow to the side of his head. “Ugh!” The mechanical Spider-Man head jerked to the side as his eyes rolled back, his body crumpling to the ground, unconscious.
Ben, wide-eyed, observed the seamless coordination between Uncle Ben and Spider-Punk as they systematically neutralized the threat. A mixture of shock and admiration painted his expression as he muttered in awe, "That was so bad*ss..." He still couldn’t get over the fact that a version of his Uncle Ben could be so cool.
Uncle Ben couldn’t help but smile a bit, recalling the first time he showed his powers to his nephew, who said the exact same thing. “Quit messing around, we have to go before-“
Just as they were about to run off again, suddenly, Ben, Uncle Ben, and Spider-Punk froze in place for a moment, their spider senses going haywire. “!”
The familiar tingling at the back of their necks signaled imminent danger, causing them to instinctively look up, where they found lines of dozens of spider-people appearing on the rooftops, surrounding them from all sides.
In unison, each of them observed the vigilant eyes of the Spider-Society, their forms silhouetted against the bright sky.
The air grew tense as Uncle Ben cursed under his breath, noticing a hidden security camera, which was no doubt what gave away their location. It was pointed directly at them, and the older Spider-Man couldn't help but express his frustration, "F*ck you LYLA!" He raised his middle finger to the camera, emphasizing his disdain.
Turned in a circle, Uncle Ben eyed all of the Spider-People, some of which he once worked with. He stood before them, unafraid as he spoke, "There’s a bunch of new faces around here, isn’t there?"
Many Spider-Society members looked at Uncle Ben in confusion, while others recognized him, their masked faces revealing frowns of uncertainty.
Uncle Ben continued, “I just want to give you all some context before we begin. After all, it’s only right that you know the reason that you died, should you get in my way."
Every surrounding Spider-Person narrowed their eyes as they heard Uncle Ben’s ominous threat.
Uncle Ben eyed the crowd, feeling their hostility, "For those of you that don’t know me, I was once a member of this little cult. Though, I only joined for one reason, to one day kill your illustrious leader, Miguel O’Hara."
A ripple of whispers passed through the Spider-Society as they absorbed this revelation.
Ben pressed on, "You might be asking yourselves, why does this old man want to kill such a good person like Miguel? Well, I’ll be happy to tell you. The man you all follow happened to snap the necks of my innocent wife and 10-year-old nephew, Peter Parker. He killed them right in front of my eyes."
Shock spread among the spider-people, some gasping audibly, while others didn’t believe him so easily. After all, Uncle Ben was an inmate who escaped prison, his word didn’t mean much.
"So before any of you decide to throw your lives away, wondering why I’m killing you," Uncle Ben declared with a cold determination, "know that it’s because you got in my way. But if you want to live, then I suggest you leave now. Miguel isn’t worth your lives, I promise you that…”
The gravity of Uncle Ben’s words hung in the air, challenging the Spider-Society to confront the haunting truth that stood before them.
Ben listened to all of this, conflicted by how easily this version of his uncle could talk about killing. “…”
Uncle Ben's stern gaze surveyed the Spider-Society members surrounding them. He'd hoped his revelation would thin their numbers, but only a handful took a hesitant step back, reluctant to involve themselves in the brewing conflict. The majority remained resolute, their masked faces hiding any trace of uncertainty.
Frowning at the insufficient retreat, Uncle Ben sighed inwardly, realizing that a direct confrontation was inevitable. Motioning for the spider-people to approach, he grumbled, "Let’s get this over with. I need to find your boss before he runs away again."
As if a switch had been flipped, the Spider-Society members leaped off the rooftops, a sea of agile bodies descending upon Uncle Ben, Ben, and Spider-Punk. The ensuing chaos unfolded with a clash of fists, kicks, and acrobatic maneuvers.
The trio struggled against the relentless onslaught, facing a barrage of web attacks, electrified punches, and gravity-defying kicks. Uncle Ben's experience and Spider-Punk's punkish flair blended seamlessly, countering the spider-people's assaults.
However, the sheer numbers began to take their toll, as Ben found himself dodging and weaving through the chaos, unable to counterattack.
Uncle Ben, displaying a combination of strength and agility, fought with a calculated ferocity, his every move echoing the lessons of a lifetime spent mastering his powers to the very limit, preparing for the day he would get his revenge.
Spider-Punk, true to his name, embraced chaos, using his erratic fighting style to disrupt the rhythm of their attackers.
Amid the chaotic skirmish, Ben grappled with the conflicting emotions stirred by his uncle's earlier words. He kept looking over at old Ben, hoping he didn’t actually kill anyone, and staying ready just in case he had to step in and stop him.
After all, these were Spider-People they were fighting, not criminals. He didn’t know what happened to make them side with Miguel, but he knew they didn’t deserve to die.
The Spider-Society members, driven by loyalty and duty, fought relentlessly, unaware of the personal vendetta fueling Uncle Ben's aggression.
As the battle raged on, Uncle Ben's voice cut through the tumult, "I don't want to hurt any of you! Just step aside!" His plea fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the cacophony of combat. “This is your last warning!”
The spider-people pressed on, relentless in their pursuit, refusing to yield. A few more hesitated at Uncle Ben's words, caught between allegiance to the Spider-Society and the moral dilemma presented by the older Spider-Man.
But despite their skill and the slightly lesser numbers, the trio struggled against the tide of spider-themed combatants.
Uncle Ben's frustration grew, and with a determined glint in his eyes, he intensified his efforts to break through the encircling spider-people. “I warned you…” He muttered as he launched forward, appearing beside a black suited spider-man, who had been the most annoying to deal with so far.
Stealing his emotions, Uncle Ben kicked his foot out, aiming directly at the man’s knee, causing it to crack and break as it inverted in on itself.
“AAARGH!!!” The Black suited Spider-Man screamed in agony as he collapsed to the floor, cradling his mangled leg.
“Oh, be quiet…” Uncle Ben commented as he wound his foot back and punted the poor guy across the face, knocking him unconscious.
Turning back to the many other Spider-People, who just witnessed his crewel actions, Uncle Ben eyed them, his form imposing, “Who’s next?”
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Meanwhile, Peter reveled in the newfound capabilities of his evolved powers, a grin stretching across his face as he molded the vibrant purple energy between his fingers. The raw strength pulsating through him made the encounter with the Silver Surfer seem like child's play.
Off to the side, MJ, Gwen, Miles, and Tobey, who arrived just a few seconds after Gwen and Miles, stood in awe, their eyes glued to the display of Peter's formidable abilities. Gwen, having witnessed Peter's confrontation with the Silver Surfer, couldn't help but be astounded by the vast difference in his power.
Throughout Peter's experimentation with his enhanced abilities, the unspoken tension between Gwen and Miles lingered in the background. The underlying problems they both knew they needed to address loomed, but for now, the focus remained on the imminent task at hand.
Satisfied after a few moments of testing, Peter walked over to the mesmerized trio. His charismatic grin softened the intensity of his earlier display as he addressed them, "Okay, let’s head out. We can’t leave Ben waiting for too long."
With a casual wave of his hand, Peter conjured a star-shaped portal, its cosmic glow beckoning the trio to step through.
Gwen and Miles exchanged a knowing glance, momentarily setting aside their unresolved issues. As they approached the portal alongside Tobey, anticipation and uncertainty mingled in the air.
Before following them, Peter turned to MJ and gave her a quick peck on the lips, “I’m headed out, but I should be back soon.”
MJ unconsciously smiled, “Stay safe.” She said, wanting to go with him, but who knew what would happen if Leo woke up without both of them around. “And try to make it back for dinner. We’re making our own pizza’s tonight.”
“Sure, you got it.” Peter gave her one last kiss before following Tobey, Miles, and Gwen through the portal, which closed behind them, leaving nothing but a faint afterglow in its wake.
A/N: 1783 words :)