Chapter 384: [Hidden Title at the Bottom]

Chapter 384: [Hidden Title at the Bottom]

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Peter leaped down from the control room, his landing sending a shockwave through the air. He stood before the dazed and battered Kingpin, his expression filled with cold anger.

"Enough games, Kingpin," Peter growled, his voice low and filled with venom. "Your actions have hurt a very kind woman. And now, it's time to pay."

Kingpin struggled to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth. He attempted to steady himself, but his legs wavered, weakened from the devastating blow Peter had delivered. Fear flickered in his eyes, but he tried to mask it with false bravado.

"You think you can defeat me?" Kingpin sneered, his voice strained. "I'm the Kingpin of crime. I've gutted guys a hundred times your size!"

Peter cracked his knuckles, a chilling smile spreading across his face. "Well, you know what they say. Size isn't everything." The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.

(A/N: Small d*ck copium)

In a blur of motion, Peter launched himself at Kingpin, his fists a blur as he unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast punches. Each strike landed with bone-crushing force, shaking the building with every impact.

Kingpin's attempts to defend himself were feeble at best. His massive frame was no match for Peter's agility and strength. Blow after blow landed, leaving Kingpin staggering, bloodied, and broken.

The room echoed with the sickening sound of flesh meeting flesh, accompanied by the grunts and groans of Kingpin's pain. Peter's movements were a symphony of precision and power, his years of training as Spider-Man honed to perfection.

"You're nothing more than an overgrown bully," Peter taunted between strikes. "A coward hiding behind a criminal empire."

Kingpin's body trembled with each blow, his once-imposing figure reduced to a mere punching bag. His face contorted with agony, his attempts to fight back becoming weaker and slower.

With a final surge of power, Peter delivered a devastating uppercut, lifting Kingpin off his feet and sending him crashing into the ceiling. The impact left a gaping hole in the structure, debris raining down around them.

Kingpin came crashing back down onto a floating bus, barely conscious. His breathing was labored, his body battered and broken. Peter approached him, his expression cold.

"You still alive?" Peter asked, his voice laced with a dark amusement.

Peter raised his hand, a fiery energy crackling around it, as he tapped into his Phoenix powers. The air shimmered with fiery currents, the room growing tense with anticipation.

Kingpin's eyes widened, fear replacing his arrogance. "Wait... please..." he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper.

But Peter's resolve was unyielding. With a swift and decisive movement, he released a surge of fire that coursed through Kingpin's body, overwhelming him with excruciating pain.

The area filled with the smell of burnt flesh and the sound of Kingpin's agonized screams. Peter's eyes remained locked on his target, his expression cold and unwavering.

As the seconds stretched into eternity, the flames dissipated, leaving nothing behind. Not even a charred corpse was left. Just a bit of ash that blew away moments later, disappearing into the wind.

'Hopefully, this will help Aunt May move on...'

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Miles groaned in pain as he hit the ground, his vision momentarily blurred. The impact had knocked the wind out of him, leaving him gasping for breath. He struggled to rise to his feet, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.

"Uncle Aaron..." He whispered between labored breaths, his voice unheard.

Prowler stood over him, his menacing presence looming. His face hardened into an intense glare.

Miles could see the cold look in his uncles eyes as he stared down at him.

Without an ounce of pity, Prowler lunged at Miles once again, his movements fueled by a mix of anger and loyalty to his criminal employer.

Miles barely had time to react, narrowly evading each strike. His heart sank as he realized that his uncle's actions spoke louder than any words.

"Unc-" Miles tried to create some distance between them, hoping to find a moment to talk and reveal himself, but Prowler relentlessly pursued him, his strikes becoming faster and more ferocious.

Miles' thoughts raced as he dodged and weaved. He couldn't give up. He had to find a way to reach his uncle, to show him that they were family. But each attempt to reveal his true identity was met with a barrage of attacks that left him unable to get the words out.

Turning to eye the active collider, he knew they couldn't stay in this universe for much longer, and it was time to bid farewell to their new allies and return to their own worlds.

"Good work, everyone." Peter said, a sad smile on his face. "We stopped Fisk and now it's time to destroy the collider. But first, we all have to go back to where we belong."

"Wait..." Gwen interrupted as she eyed her surroundings. "Where's Fisk?"

Peter exchanged a knowing glance with Noir before answering. "I left him in the control room. Miles can grab him later." He shrugged, playing it off perfectly.

Not a single person doubted him but Noir, though he already knew Peter's plans.

Ben, still catching his breath after the intense battle, stepped up. "It's been a wild ride, but I have someone waiting for me back home. And hopefully, she'll take me back..."

Spider-Pig sadly stared at the ground as a dark cloud appeared over his head, raining down on him. He didn't want to leave so soon...

Noir adjusted his hat and tie. "I've brought justice to this universe. My work here is done."

Peni looked at her companions with a hint of sadness. "I'll miss you guys. It's been so much fun fighting alongside all of you."

Gwen stepped forward and placed a hand on Miles' shoulder. "Take care of yourself, Miles. You're gonna do great things. And remember, we're all here for you, no matter what." She says, pulling out the phone that Peter had given them.

Miles nodded, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Gwen. I couldn't have done it without all of you."

One by one, the Spider-People approached the interdimensional collider, their captured villains left behind with Miles. Each of them gave Miles a farewell nod or a pat on the back before leaping into the center of the lasers.

Peter, the last remaining Spider-Person, turned back for a moment, his eyes meeting Miles' gaze. "You're a great Spider-Man, Miles. Keep being amazing."

As Peter disappeared into the swirling vortex of the collider, leaving Miles standing alone with the defeated villains, a mix of emotions swirled within him. He felt a sense of loss, yet also a newfound determination to continue his newfound journey as Spider-Man.

Miles turned his attention to the control panel across the room, his face set with resolve. Swinging over and plugging in the override key, he hit a single button, which caused the collider to reverse, imploding in on itself.

There was only one thought in Miles' mind as he ran for his life with three captured villains over his shoulder. 'Where the hell is Fisk?!'

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Peter fell out of a swirling, multicolored portal and landed gracefully on his feet. As he regained his balance, he looked around, finding himself atop a building in a rather familiar New York City.

Though was it his?

The bustling streets of Times Square stretched out before him, the bright lights and towering billboards shining even in the daylight.

Re-equipping his mask, just in case, Peter's gaze fixated on one of the massive screens adorning a nearby building. It displayed a news report, featuring an image of Spider-Man in his iconic red and blue suit alongside an unmasked picture of himself.

The headline blared, "Spider-Man Unmasked: Public Demands Answers!"

A video played below the headline, showing a very satisfied J. Jonah Jameson.

'I haven't seen that guy in a while...' Peter thought.

"There you have it, folks! Conclusive proof that Spider-Man was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio, an interdimensional warrior who gave his life to protect our planet, and who will no doubt go down in history as the greatest superhero of all time. But that's not all. Here's the real blockbuster. Brace yourselves, you might wanna sit down." Jonah really seemed to be enjoying himself.

Suddenly, an image of Quentin Beck, a bearded man with slicked back hair, appeared. "Spider-Man's real... Spider-Man's real name is..." He spoke with grave urgency as the video seemed to distort and glitch before finally returning back to normal. "Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker!"

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After that, the video seemed to repeat again, starting with Jonahs happy rant.

"What the f*ck..." Peter whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.

He watched the footage, his eyes widening as he recognized the events unfolding on the screen. It was the same video from the movie Spider-Man: No Way Home.

Hidden title: No Way Home

A/N: 2313 words :)

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