“Well done, Spider-Man!”
The excited voice of a child echoed from an apartment window above.
Peter looked up.
A young boy was practically hanging halfway out of the window, eyes shining with admiration.
He had clearly witnessed Spider-Man’s comeback against the masked thugs from beginning to end.
The kid clapped enthusiastically.
Peter couldn’t help smiling beneath his mask.
After everything that had happened tonight, it was surprisingly refreshing.
With a light leap, he landed on the edge of the boy’s window.
The child nearly exploded with excitement.
“Spider-Man!”
Peter pointed dramatically at himself.
“The one and only.”
The boy’s eyes widened even further.
“Can I get your autograph?”
Peter laughed.
“Maybe next time, kid.
Right now I need a favor.”
The boy immediately straightened up.
“Anything!”
Peter pointed toward the alley below.
“Call the police.
Tell them Spider-Man left them a gift.”
The boy eagerly nodded.
“Okay, Spider-Man!”
Peter gave him a thumbs-up.
“That’s my guy.”
Then he launched himself upward and disappeared onto the rooftop above.
The moment he landed, the exhaustion returned.
His body immediately reminded him that it was far from fully recovered.
The brief fight had only hidden the problem.
It hadn’t solved it.
Peter walked toward a nearby ventilation unit and slowly lowered himself against the wall.
His muscles relaxed.
His breathing steadied.
His healing factor began working more efficiently.
For several moments, he simply sat there, staring at the New York skyline.
The city lights stretched endlessly into the distance.
Beautiful.
Dangerous.
Alive.
Yet Peter’s thoughts weren’t on the scenery.
They were on Captain George Stacy.
Everything tonight had started because of him.
Peter had wanted to prove something.
To show Captain Stacy that Spider-Man wasn’t a reckless vigilante.
That he could actually help.
That he wasn’t just a masked teenager causing problems.
Unfortunately…
The universe seemed determined to sabotage him.
First the malfunctioning Web of Destiny launcher.
Then the gang ambush.
Then losing track of Captain Stacy completely.
Peter groaned.
“So much for changing his opinion.”
At this rate, the police captain probably disliked Spider-Man even more.
Buzz.
His phone vibrated.
Peter blinked.
Carefully pulling the device from his suit pocket, he glanced at the screen.
A message.
From Gwen.
His eyes immediately softened.
Hope you’re okay.
Is everything alright?
Something happened at Williamsburg Bridge.
Peter sat upright.
Williamsburg Bridge.
His fatigue instantly vanished.
A grin appeared beneath his mask.
“Gwen, you’re amazing.”
It was obvious what had happened.
She knew he’d lost track of her father.
So she had gathered information for him.
Helping him from the sidelines.
Supporting him.
Believing in him.
The thought warmed his heart.
Peter knew Gwen’s situation wasn’t easy.
Far from it.
Captain George Stacy was her father.
Spider-Man was the person she loved.
One represented family.
The other represented her future.
Every argument between them put Gwen directly in the middle.
Every disagreement forced her to choose.
And yet she never did.
She continued supporting both sides.
Peter suddenly felt a renewed determination.
For Gwen’s sake.
For Captain Stacy’s sake.
For Spider-Man’s sake.
Tonight couldn’t end in failure.
He returned the phone to his pocket and stood.
The rest had done wonders.
His body felt significantly better.
Not perfect.
But functional.
More importantly—
He had finally discovered what caused the earlier malfunction.
Peter removed the launcher from his wrist and examined it closely.
A loose screw.
That was it.
One tiny screw.
One microscopic piece of hardware had nearly turned Spider-Man into roadkill.
Peter stared at it.
Then sighed.
“Seriously?”
After tightening it properly, he tested the mechanism several times.
Perfect.
Smooth.
Reliable.
Exactly how it should have been from the start.
But Peter didn’t stop there.
His eyes narrowed.
An idea appeared.
Experience from another universe flooded into his mind.
Different designs.
Different launch systems.
Different combat applications.
His fingers moved quickly.
Adjusting.
Modifying.
Improving.
Several minutes later, Peter finished.
A grin slowly spread across his face.
“Now that’s more like it.”
The original launcher had possessed only a single firing mode.
Now?
Three.
Different applications.
Far more versatile.
Far more useful.
Peter fired a test shot.
Splat!
The web connected perfectly.
Exactly as intended.
His smile widened.
“Beautiful.”
Then he looked up.
A helicopter was crossing the night sky.
Heading in the same direction.
Toward Williamsburg Bridge.
Peter’s eyes gleamed.
An idea formed immediately.
“Why swing when someone else can do the flying?”
A running start.
A leap.
A web shot upward.
Splat!
The line attached beneath the helicopter.
Moments later, Spider-Man was hanging comfortably beneath the aircraft.
The city rushed beneath him.
Wind roared around him.
Peter crossed his arms proudly.
“I’m a genius.”
The helicopter continued forward.
Completely unaware of its additional passenger.
Meanwhile…
Williamsburg Bridge had become a nightmare.
Traffic had frozen.
Hundreds of vehicles sat trapped across the massive structure.
Horns blared endlessly.
Drivers shouted.
Panic spread.
And at the center of it all sat a black luxury vehicle.
Inside, Niels van Rader tapped his fingers impatiently.
His mood was already terrible.
Hours earlier, he had personally confronted Dr.
Curt Connors.
The conversation had not gone well.
Not at all.
Niels had demanded results.
The experimental serum.
The project.
The human trials.
Everything.
But Curt Connors had refused.
Flatly.
Stubbornly.
Morally.
And Niels hated moral people.
They complicated business.
Now he was heading toward a veterans hospital himself.
A problem he should never have needed to handle personally.
Yet here he was.
Stuck in traffic.
“Wonderful.”
He rubbed his temples.
“Absolutely wonderful.”
“Alfred.”
His driver glanced back.
“Yes, Doctor?”
“Go find out what’s causing this.”
Alfred nodded immediately.
“Of course, sir.”
The driver exited the vehicle.
Niels waited.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Then—
CRASH!
The entire luxury car jolted violently.
Niels slammed against the seat.
“What now?”
Before he could recover—
BOOM!
A second impact struck.
Much harder.
The car lurched forward.
Metal screamed.
Glass rattled.
His vehicle was shoved directly toward the edge of the bridge.
“What the hell?!”
Niels twisted around.
And immediately noticed something disturbing.
People were running.
Not walking.
Running.
Screaming.
Panicking.
Fleeing.
Parents grabbed children.
Drivers abandoned vehicles.
Chaos spread like wildfire.
The bridge had become a stampede.
Fear radiated through the crowd.
And nobody seemed willing to explain why.
Niels felt his stomach tighten.
Instinct.
Pure instinct.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
He reached for the door.
Pulled.
Nothing happened.
Again.
Nothing.
Locked.
Jammed.
“Come on!”
He kicked it.
Pulled harder.
The door refused to budge.
The earlier collisions had trapped the vehicle between surrounding cars.
There was no escape.
No room.
No exit.
For the first time that night…
Real fear appeared.
Then he looked behind him.
And froze.
His heart stopped.
His breathing vanished.
His mind went blank.
Because something impossible was walking down the bridge.
Something that should not exist.
Something monstrous.
Something horrifying.
Over seven feet tall.
A massive reptilian tail dragged across the pavement.
Green scales covered its body. Get faster updates on novelping.com.
Powerful muscles bulged beneath rough skin.
Sharp claws gleamed beneath the bridge lights.
Its yellow eyes moved from vehicle to vehicle.
Searching.
Hunting.
Looking for something.
Or someone.
The Lizard.
“What…”
Niels couldn’t finish the sentence.
His mouth had gone dry.
The monster continued moving forward.
One car.
Then another.
Then another.
Looking.
Searching.
Until suddenly—
The creature stopped.
Its head slowly turned.
Yellow eyes locked onto Niels.
The world seemed to freeze.
Then the monster spoke.
“Niels.”
A deep growl.
Barely human.
Yet unmistakable.
Recognition flashed across Niels’s face.
The voice.
He knew that voice.
No.
Impossible.
Impossible.
“Curt…?”
The Lizard began walking toward him.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Each step shook the bridge.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Niels felt every impact in his chest.
The monster wasn’t wandering.
It wasn’t searching randomly anymore.
It had found its target.
Him.
“Stay away!”
Niels screamed.
The Lizard didn’t stop.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The distance vanished.
The giant reptile reached the vehicle.
Then—
SMASH!
One clawed hand shattered the side window.
Glass exploded inward.
Niels threw himself backward.
The claws missed him.
Barely.
Instead, they tore through expensive leather seats as though they were paper.
The strength on display was monstrous.
Inhuman.
Terrifying.
The Lizard snarled.
Then jumped.
BOOM!
The entire car shook violently.
Metal groaned beneath the creature’s weight.
Niels screamed.
The monster’s claws dug into the roof.
Then pulled.
RRRRIIIPPP!
Steel peeled apart.
The luxury vehicle opened like a tin can.
Moonlight poured inside.
And so did death.
Niels dove beneath the rear seats.
His expensive suit caught against a passing claw.
Shredded instantly.
Fabric fell apart.
The claws missed flesh by mere inches.
A different angle.
A different movement.
And he would have been cut in half.
Fear consumed him completely.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
The smell of urine slowly filled the vehicle.
Dignity no longer mattered.
Only survival.
Above the bridge…
A helicopter approached.
Suspended beneath it, Spider-Man looked toward the chaos ahead.
His joking expression disappeared.
Emergency lights flashed across the bridge.
Vehicles stood abandoned.
People ran in terror.
And at the center of it all…
A gigantic green figure stood atop a luxury car.
Tearing it apart.
Hunting someone inside.
Peter’s eyes widened.
His Spider-Sense exploded.
Buzz!
Every nerve in his body ignited.
Every instinct screamed.
Danger.
Extreme danger.
For the first time since arriving in this universe…
Peter felt genuine excitement.
Because standing below wasn’t a common criminal.
It wasn’t a gang.
It wasn’t a mugger.
It wasn’t a thief.
It was something far worse.
Something that shouldn’t exist.
Peter slowly stood beneath the helicopter.
His mask shifted slightly as he stared at the towering reptilian monster.
Then he whispered:
“Okay…”
A grin slowly spread across his face.
“Now that’s a supervillain.”
And without hesitation—
Spider-Man let go.
Falling directly toward the battlefield below.
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