Chapter 655: General Fisk

Chapter 655: General Fisk

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In the tense aftermath of Peter's revelation, Mateo's glare bore into Miles, a mix of resentment and frustration etched on his face. ""

"You know, he may feel guilty, but it's not really Miles' fault," Peter interjected, frowning at Mateo. "The spider just found him and bit him. If you want to blame someone, blame Wilson Fisk for making the machine that messed up the multiverse and caused this mess. He's the real reason you missed out on becoming Spider-Man."

"Wilson Fisk?" Mateo questioned, his frown deepening as he looked up at Peter, still hanging from the chains.

Peter could see a look of hatred flicker across both Mateo and his Uncles faces as the name Wilson Fisk was mentioned. 'Are they criminal rivals or something?'

Miles nodded, hoping to ease the brewing animosity. "Yeah, do you have a Kingpin here too?"

Mateo reluctantly nodded, uncertainty clouding his eyes. His conflicting emotions toward Miles intensified, torn between resentment and a rational understanding that it might not be Miles' fault, his mind heavily focusing on the two words 'might not.'

Even now, as Mateo contemplated his feelings, his mind continued searching for someone to blame, and Miles was an easy target.

Meanwhile, Peter continued his explanation, "And as for your dad dying, that's certainly not Miles' fault either."

Glaring at Peter, Mateo ground his teeth together. He couldn't help but feel like a delinquent school boy getting lectured by a teacher, which didn't sit well with him.

Peter sighed, shaking his head. "For that, you should blame whoever or whatever killed him. But after that, you can blame fate, destiny, or whatever other deity controls the multiverse."

Mateo and his Uncle Aaron exchanged confused glances, feeling as if Peter was alluding to something beyond their understanding.

"Wait! Do you mean an actual Deity?!" Mateo seemed to puzzle it together after a moment.

Nodding, Miles explained. "For some reason, our dads are destined to die. Even mine is supposed to die in about a year for some reason or another" As he said this, Mateo turned to him with a hint of pity and understanding, but sadly, his next words threw all of that away. "Thankfully, I met Peter here. He placed protection spell on my dad that should keep him safe"

Instantly, the room became charged with the resurgence of jealousy and resentment in Mateo. His gaze lingered on Miles, a storm brewing in his eyes as he grappled with the unfairness of their lives.

Why was it Miles who got bit by the spider? Why was it Miles whose father was still alive, and why was it Miles who met Peter just in time to save his family?

Mateo and his uncle both wore hardened expressions on their faces, completely disregarding his warning. To which Peter simply shrugged his shoulders. He would be taking care of Centurion either way, so they should be fine.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Peter waved goodbye and headed towards the exit. "Well, it was nice holding you captive, hopefully you aren't dumb enough to attack us again."

Before following Peter down the stairs, Miles hesitated, eyeing Uncle Aaron, who looked at him warily in return. The tension hung in the air as Miles took a deep breath, preparing to say his peace.

"Uncle Aaron," Miles began, breaking the silence. "I know you aren't my Uncle Aaron. My uncle doesn't do crime anymore..."

Hearing this, Uncle Aaron and Mateo exchanged puzzled glances, their skepticism evident. Miles pressed on, determined to share a piece of wisdom from his own experience.

"I just want to say, you two don't have to be criminals. I know this universe is probably harsher than mine, which is why you seem to hate me," Miles continued, looking at Mateo with a sense of empathy. "But my Uncle Aaron was a criminal too. He was the Prowler, but I got him to retire. You two can do the same thing. You just have to try your best. I know you can do it"

As Miles delivered his heartfelt speech, Peter, who had just walked out of the front door of the abandoned building, leaned against the walls, listening intently with his super hearing.

As Miles was finishing up, a sudden disturbance interrupted the moment. A long line of Military vehicles came driving down the road, stopping in front of the building Peter had just exited.

The car doors opened, revealing the imposing figure of a scarred, battle hardened Wilson Fisk, who wore an oversized military generals uniform, accompanied by a small army of heavily armed soldiers.

'Huh, does Kingpin work for Centurion in this universe?' Peter wondered.

Raising a brow, Peter observed from a distance as the Kingpin pulled out a technologically advanced-looking rocket launcher from one of the cars and aimed it up at the tower where Miles was talking with their former captives.

The atmosphere shifted, the tranquility shattered as Fisk pulled the trigger, releasing a rocket.

"Huh, I guess I was right. They are enemies" Peter muttered, his demeanor nonchalant as he snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the rocket struck the tower, creating a large explosion filled with dust and smoke. Fisk chuckled as his men celebrated, confident in their apparent success. The thunderous noise echoed through the air, and the tremors reverberated beneath Peter's feet.

But as the dust settled, a collective gasp rose from Fisk's men. A shimmering barrier had materialized, blocking the rocket just before it could reach the tower, protecting the building and everyone inside. Confusion spread among Fisk's ranks as they stared at the unexpected turn of events.

Peter, leaning against the wall with a casual demeanor, cleared his throat, drawing Fisk's attention. "Ahem" The crime lord's triumphant expression faltered as he locked eye with Peter.

Peter waved casually, a smirk playing on his lips, "Yo."

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