[Atop the Baxter Building]
"Damn, where's the reinforcements when ya need 'em..."
Spider-Man muttered under his breath, twisting mid-air to dodge a volley of attacks coming from three directions. Strands of crimson hair snapped at him like whips, sand missiles erupted from every angle, and debris flew where Paste-Pot Pete had tried to make a final stand before being swiftly neutralized. Without his adhesive cannon, Pete was more like an angry mascot than a threat, but the same couldn't be said for the rest of the Frightful Four.
Spider-Man's Spider-Sense tingled like static across his skin, guiding his movements as he spun, ducked, and leapt, the city's skyline a blur beneath the storm raging atop the Baxter Building. This was supposed to be an in-and-out kind of thing, a patrol pass. Instead, it had turned into a showdown against a villainous lineup that usually required an entire superhero family to handle.
"Why, you insufferable web-crawler!" The Wizard bellowed, tearing through the remnants of his bindings with brute force. His voice echoed with fury, amplified by his armor's built-in tech. "It was all going perfectly until you just had to poke your nose in!"
He rocketed skyward using his grav-disks, his silhouette cutting through the sky as he intercepted Spider-Man mid-air. "Woah! Ever heard of personal space, pal?" Peter shot back, twisting his body to deliver a sharp kick square to the Wizard's helmet.
The blow sent the villain spiralling, but the reprieve was short-lived.
The Wizard's armoured gauntlets clenched, each fist humming with stored kinetic energy. With every swing, he could crater steel. One hit would mean lights out. But Peter was already gone before each blow could connect, bounding across rooftop terrain like a rubber ball on caffeine.
"Gotta say, you guys really need a new tailor! This whole Saturday-morning-cartoon-villain look? Not working." Peter's quips came easy, even as he narrowly evaded death. But then it hit him, literally.
An invisible force slammed him from the side, hard.
He tumbled mid-air, crashing to the rooftop with a skid that singed his palms. He groaned, rubbing his temple. What the hell was that? His Spider-Sense hadn't so much as flickered.
"My suit doesn't just allow me to fly, insect..." the Wizard sneered, descending with eerie control. Sandman and Medusa loomed behind him like sentinels. "It replicates everything the Fantastic Four can do, only better."
The villain raised his palm, and a blast of searing heat erupted.
Peter flipped out of the way just in time, but the flame licked his costume, burning fabric and searing through the shoulder. He hissed in pain, landing in a low crouch.
Before he could recover, Medusa's hair snaked around his ankles, pulling tight like iron cables. "Oh, come on! How's that even fair..." He began, but Sandman didn't wait. A massive sand mallet, easily twice his size, smashed him across the rooftop.
Peter crashed hard. His ribs screamed. His lungs fought for air. Every instinct told him to stay down, to let the pain pass. But he couldn't. He wasn't just fighting for his own survival now, he was buying time. For who, he didn't yet know. But someone had to come.
The Wizard wasn't just some B-lister with a superiority complex, he'd faced the Fantastic Four. All of them. And even they hadn't always come out clean. Peter had barely scraped by the last time he faced Sandman solo, and that was with a miracle involving school sprinkler systems. And Medusa? He didn't even know what her deal was, but that hair was doing things no shampoo commercial could explain.
He could keep going a little longer, but the clock was ticking.
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"F-FINALLY!" Ben's gravelly voice erupted, a thunderclap of hope in the chaos.
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- Black Tarantula - Male Reader x Marvel
Fanfiction[Male Reader x Marvel] Being a hero is a hard task, and not because of tough enemies, or the threat of death, but because it was about making a choice, a choice to take responsibility into one's own hands, and strike out for what they believed was r...
