The desk lamp in the basement cast a sharp, focused circle of light over a thick stack of legal paperwork.
Peter and Uncle Ben sat side by side, carefully reviewing every line, dynamic chart and addendum of the lucrative clean-energy contract that had arrived just hours after the school tribunal.
On the surface, it was perfect.
A mainstream mid-tier tech firm named Prometheus Renewable Energies was offering a massive upfront licensing fee and generous recurring royalties to manufacture Peter’s advanced lithium-ion battery matrix.
The numbers were large enough to permanently secure the Parkers’ financial situation and fund Peter’s next-generation vigilante projects without a hitch.
“The payment schedules are clean, Pete” Uncle Ben murmured, running a finger down the column of figures.
“The manufacturing rights stay local and they aren’t asking for the proprietary chemical formulas.
It looks like the real deal”.
Peter, however didn’t answer.
His transmigrated genius intellect wasn’t just reading the words, his mind was cross-referencing the dense legal jargon with historical databases.
Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a tiny single sentence sub clause buried deep within Section 14: Secondary Patent Disclosures.
“All tertiary kinetic and electrical distribution architectures under this agreement shall be subject to the standard regulatory oversight of the parent holding entity: Omni-Consumer Logistics and its direct technological subsidiaries”.
Peter’s face instantly went serious.
“Ben…
stop.
Look at the parent holding name”.
“Omni-Consumer Logistics?” Uncle Ben squinted at the text.
“Sounds like standard logistics, Pete.
Why?”.
“Homer, bypass the proxy shell” Peter ordered sharply into his desktop terminal.
“Run a deep trace on Omni-Consumer Logistics’ corporate shell registration.
Who owns the majority voting shares?”.
“Processing, Sir” Homer’s voice chirped smoothly, throwing a spinning corporate tree structure onto the monitor.
The web of shell companies expanded rapidly, moving through international tax havens before consolidating into a single massive blood red corporate shield.
“Trace complete.
Omni-Consumer Logistics is a level-four front entity.
Ninety-eight percent of its capital originates directly from Roxxon Energy Corporation”.
Peter let out a heavy breath, his knuckles turning white as he stared at the screen.
Roxxon.
The single largest, most corrupt, and ruthless energy mega corporation in the Marvel universe.
They didn’t just drill for oil, they actively financed illicit black-ops projects, weaponized advanced tech and routinely crushed independent inventors to maintain their monopoly on global power.
“Roxxon, I don’t see the problem” Uncle Ben whispered.
Peter leaned forward, his expression deeply serious as he looked Uncle Ben in the eye.
He needed to explain the situation carefully.
To the general public and to Uncle Ben, Roxxon Energy Corporation just looked like a massive, incredibly successful Fortune 500 oil and green-energy conglomerate.
They sponsored charities and built community centers.
The dark truth about them was completely hidden behind an impenetrable wall of expensive lawyers and highly classified corporate PR.
“Uncle Ben, listen to me very carefully” Peter said, his voice low and urgent.
“I know Roxxon looks like a legitimate, clean-energy empire to the public.
But through my research and data tracking, I’ve found out what they really do in the shadows.
They aren’t a regular company.
They are a ruthless corporate machine that will do anything to maintain a monopoly on global energy”.
Uncle Ben frowned, looking down at the red logo on the screen.
“Peter, they’re offering us financial freedom.
What could they possibly want with a battery that isn’t legal?”.
“That’s the trick, Ben.
They don’t want to release it to the world, they want to bury it” Peter explained, his mind laying out the cold corporate reality.
“If a battery this advanced hits the mainstream market, it ruins their entire multi-billion-dollar oil and coal infrastructure.
Roxxon buys out independent inventors like us through shell companies, forces them to sign over all proprietary data and then locks the patents away in a vault forever so nobody can ever use them”.
Peter tapped the screen, highlighting Section 14.
“And it gets worse.
Roxxon has a classified military-tech division.
If their engineers realize this lithium-ion matrix can stabilize massive electrical discharges without overheating, they will weaponize it.
They won’t use it to power clean electric cars, Ben.
They will use it to power weapons.
Signing this contract doesn’t just hand them my tech, it makes us completely complicit in whatever black-ops project they choose to fuel next”.
Uncle Ben stared at the paperwork, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck as the gravity of Peter’s words sank in.
“They’d steal the future just to protect their bottom line…
and weaponize our hard work”.
“Exactly” Peter nodded firmly, his knuckles resting on the desk.
“The general public thinks they’re just drilling for oil, but they are a predatory empire.
We cannot let this battery fall into their hands.
We need a partner with actual integrity”.
RING.
RING.
RING.
The desk phone began to vibrate violently, the caller ID flashing: Prometheus Energies, Executive Office.
“The executive is on the line, Sir” Homer’s voice chirped smoothly through the speaker.
“They are expecting a signature to finalize the transfer of intellectual property.
Shall I initiate a localized network distortion to drop the call or does Uncle Ben wish to deliver the rejection personally?”.
Uncle Ben took a deep breath, picked up the vibrating desk phone and cleared his throat.
“Hello, this is Ben Parker.
Yes, regarding the Prometheus contract…
we appreciate the generous offer, but after a thorough review of the legal terms, we’ve decided to pass.
The intellectual property rights are no longer on the table.
Thank you for your time”.
The polite, smooth voice on the other end of the line instantly froze.
The corporate facade cracked, dropping into an icy, menacing baritone.
“Listen to me very carefully, Mr.
Parker.
You don’t ‘pass’ on a holding of this scale.
You don’t know who you’re dealing with.
If that lithium-ion matrix isn’t signed over to our logistics division by midnight, your financial assets will be frozen, your patent will be tied up in litigation until you’re bankrupt and your quiet life in Queens will become exceptionally complicated.
Sign the papers or we will take what is ours”.
Click.
The line went completely dead.
Uncle Ben slowly lowered the receiver, his face pale but his jaw set in a hard defiant line.
“You were right, Pete.
They aren’t business partners.
They’re sharks”.
“We need an alternative company immediately” Peter said, his mind moving at top speed.
“Someone with enough global weight to shield us from Roxxon’s legal team.
“Peter pulled out his secure, quantum-encrypted phone.
He dialed the direct backdoor line he had given to the Iron Fist the night before.
Because he was calling as Peter Parker, the brilliant civilian inventor, he carefully masked his voice data through Homer, ensuring he did not reveal any connection between Spider-Man and Peter Parker.
“Mr.
Rand?
My name is Peter Parker” Peter spoke clearly into the receiver.
“A mutual masked friend gave me this secure frequency.
My uncle and I have developed a next-generation lithium-ion battery matrix with five times the standard energy density.
Roxxon just tried to steal it through a predatory shell contract and they just threatened my family.
We need an alternative corporate partner.
Can Rand Enterprises introduce us to a clean tech firm?”.
On the other end of the line, Danny Rand didn’t hesitate.
He recognized the secure encryption signature immediately.
“Peter, if your tech is what our mutual friend says it is, Rand Enterprises doesn’t need to introduce you to anyone.
We can buy the battery directly.
We have the capital to fund your project and the legal defense to make Roxxon back off permanently”.
Peter leaned over the terminal, his analytical mind checking the data profiles of Rand’s massive corporate conglomerate.
“I’m willing to sell to you, Mr.
Rand” Peter replied firmly, his tone sharp and professional.
“But I’ve done my homework.
Rand Enterprises has a lot of good departments, but your deep-sea shipping and logistical sectors still have lingering ties to old criminal networks from the Hand”.
“I am only willing to sell if Rand Enterprises cleans their company of those elements first.
If you can’t guarantee a full corporate purge right then we will need an ironclad contract.
One that gives my family absolute veto power over where the batteries are shipped and complete control over the proprietary chemical data”.
Danny Rand was completely silent on the line for three seconds, deeply impressed “You’re a sharp, Parker.
I respect a man who values integrity over a quick paycheck.
I’ll personally initiate a internal board audit tomorrow morning to clean out those sectors.
In the meantime, I’ll have my private legal team draft a contract that might satisfy you.
Roxxon won’t be able to touch your creation”.
Peter let out a sigh of relief, nodding to Uncle Ben.
“Thank you, Mr.
Rand.
Send over the draft.
We’ll be waiting”.
As the call ended, Homer’s voice chirped softly in his ear structure.
“Excellent, Sir.
Rand Enterprises’ legal shield will successfully mitigate the Roxxon threat.
However…
my external street-cam indicates that the black sedan that just parked down the block is registered to a private security firm under Roxxon’s payroll.
Peter stood by the living room curtain, peering through a tiny gap at the tinted windows of the black sedan parked down the block.”Don’t even think about it, Peter” he muttered to himself, his hand dropping away from his utility pouch.
Putting on the Spider-Man suit right now was out of the question.
With the house under active surveillance, stepping out as the wall-crawler from his own bedroom window would instantly compromise his secret identity, putting Aunt May and Uncle Ben in extreme lethal danger.
He needed a much smarter completely civilian plan to neutralize the threat.
Right at that exact moment, his encrypted phone vibrated with a unique custom chime.
He pulled it out, rubbing his temples as Rogue’s stylized green-and-yellow avatar illuminated the screen.
Over the past few days, Rogue had been blatantly misusing the ultra-secure X-Men communication link Spider-Man had provided for emergencies, using it instead to call and text him constantly.”Hey there, Sugah” her text message read, complete with a winking emoji.
“Just checking in on my favorite man.
I’m just counting down the days until my next flight back to Queens.
You missing me yet?”.
Peter groaned softly, typing a rapid reply.
“Rogue, please, this line is strictly for emergency!
I am current busy, my house is surveillance.
Keep the frequency clear!”.
“Scouts?
Say less, darlin’.
Want me to fly down and toss them into the East River?” she replied instantly, entirely too eager to help.
“NO!
Stay!
I will contact you later!” Peter texted back frantically, locking the device.
Turning to his terminal, he whispered, “Homer, we need a localized digital loop.
Distort the sedan’s audio surveillance so they only hear static while we figure this out?”.
“Already operational, Sir” Homer’s voice chirped smoothly in his earpiece.
“Their directional microphones are currently receiving nothing but white noise.
However, looking at the external street-cam feed.
A familiar individual has just entered the perimeter”.
Peter looked at the monitor.
Walking casually down the sidewalk, an oversized dark hoodie pulled over her shoulders and headphones around her neck, was Jessica Jones.
She was on her way back from the local convenience store but as she drew closer to the Parker household, her sharp defensive instincts kicked in.
She stopped dead in her tracks, her dark eyes narrowing as she noticed the highly suspicious black sedan idling outside Peter’s house.
Her superhuman senses caught the faint, synchronized hum of their high-tech scanning equipment.
Jessica looked from the tinted windows of the car directly up toward Peter’s front porch, her curiosity flaring.
Seeing a car surveillance team staking out his family home made zero sense.
Jessica pulled her headphones down, her fists tightening inside her pockets.
She didn’t know what it is all about but she knew an intimidation tactic when she saw one and she was suddenly very interested in finding out what is happening.
Jessica Jones didn’t do subtle.
She stared at the black sedan, her jaw tightening as the low hum of their illegal surveillance gear grated on her nerves.
She hated bullies and she especially hate suspicious peoples lurking in her neighborhood.
Walking with a slow deliberate stride, Jessica marched straight up to the front bumper of the idling sedan.
The two Roxxon scouts inside the tinted vehicle didn’t even have time to roll down the window before Jessica slammed both of her bare hands flat onto the vehicle’s hood.
With a sudden terrifying burst of raw superhuman strength, she violently drove her fists downward smashing right through the reinforced steel and crushing the engine block into a twisted heap of smoking metal and leaking fluid.
CRUNCH!
The car’s alarms wailed erratically before short-circuiting into total silence, the front tires blowing out from the sheer downward pressure.
The two scout inside was knocked unconscious.
Right on cue, the front door of the Parker house swung open.
Peter stepped out onto the front porch, perfectly pretending to be completely shocked and bewildered by the sudden display of destruction.
“Whoa!
What the—?!
Jessica?!” Peter yelled, wide-eyed as he put on the performance of a lifetime.
He ran down the porch steps, intentionally waving Jessica over to use her presence as a shield without revealing his Spider-man identity.
“Jones!
What are you doing?!
Are you alright?” Peter whispered rapidly the second she stepped onto the grass, his eyes darting to the ruined car.
“You are amazing!
Those guys are have been watching my house!”.
Jessica crossed her arms, completely unfazed by the smoke rising from the hood.
“Parker.
I hate creeps lurking on my block.
You’re welcome, by the way”.
Before Peter could explain his situation, his quantum-encrypted phone began violently vibrating in his pocket again.
It was a relentless onslaught.
Rogue was completely blasting his secure line with back-to-back texts and calls, driven by absolute concern after his previous message.
“Sugah, pick up the phone right now!” a new text flashed on the screen as he stealthily peeked at it.
“I’m losing my mind up here.
Requesting your exact coordinates immediately so I can fly down and level that entire street!
Let me help you, Pete!”.
Peter desperately mashed his thumbs against the screen, typing a response while keeping his shoulder turned away from Jessica.
“Rogue, it is fine!
Threat neutralize!
Stay!
The situation is stable!”.
He turned back to Jessica, clearing his throat and forcing a nervous, dorky smile.
“Look, Jessica…
thank you.
Seriously.
But the situation is very dangerous.
If you’re going to get involved, you need to know what we’re actually up against.
Come inside for a second.
I think it’s time I properly explain what’s going on”.
Jessica looked at the smoking wreck of the sedan, then at Peter’s intensely focused eyes, her curiosity reaching an all-time high.
“Alright, Parker.
Lead the way.
But you better have some decent snacks inside”.
Peter closed the front door, locking it securely as the smell of the crushed engine block faded outside.
He led Jessica into the dining room, where Aunt May and Uncle Ben were already standing with their faces white with shock from watching the lawn demolition.
“Everyone, take a breath” Peter said, his voice calm which surprised even Jessica.
He turned to her, he lay out the facts cleanly.
“Jessica, here is the full situation.
My uncle and I developed a clean-energy lithium-ion battery.
A firm called Prometheus Energies offered to buy it, but I discovered they are a front entity for Roxxon Energy Corporation”.
“We rejected the contract and now they are using intimidation tactics to steal my research” Peter explained.
Before Jessica could reply, the terminal monitor on the desk flashed a violent flashing crimson warning.
“Alert, Sir” Homer’s voice chirped clearly over the room’s speakers, intentionally masking any Spider-Man protocols.
“The corporate executives from Prometheus Energies and their primary Roxxon legal containment division are initiating a secondary inbound communication.
My filters indicate an even more aggressive, high-tier threat has been implemented”.
“Let it through, Homer.
Put it on speaker” Peter ordered.
The line clicked open, a cold, distorted voice vibrating through the room.
“Mr.
Parker.
Your little girlfriend just destroyed a company vehicle.
You think you’re safe in that little house?
Hear this….You have until midnight.
if you don’t sign the contract by then we will seize everything by force.
Make good decisions and your entire family will not be hurt”.
“Let me make one final variable crystal clear to you, Parker,” the executive tone dripping with absolute corporate arrogance.
“Go ahead and dial emergency services.
Call the Police!.
They won’t stop us.
Half the politicians in this state are on our payroll and the NYPD wouldn’t dare cross us over a minor patent claim.
So don’t waste our time”.
Click.
Aunt May gasped, clutching Uncle Ben’s arm and started crying.
Jessica’s eyes flashed with absolute fury, her fists clenching so hard her knuckles cracked.
“Let them come.
I’ll turn their next truck into a scrap heap”.
“No, we need play this smart” Peter said.
Standing right in front of Jessica, Aunt May and Uncle Ben, he pulled out his secure phone.
He dialed the joint network link he had established earlier, routing the call through a civilian interface.
“Mr Rand?
Daredevil?
My name is Peter Parker.
I am Spider-man’s friend.
Roxxon Enterprise is threatening my family with a physical threats within twelve hours.
Spider-Man is currently tied up with undercover investigation with another case.
He asked me to contact both of you directly if there is an emergency”.
On the other end, Danny Rand’s voice was firm.
“I will deploy Rand Enterprises’ private security forces to your coordinate right now, Parker”.
Daredevil remain silent for a second before saying “Sent me the location”.
As Peter hung up, Jessica stepped forward, her dark eyes narrowing with deep suspicion.
Why exactly do you know Daredevil and Spider-Man?
How does a kid from Queens have a direct line to vigilantes in the city?”.
Peter forced a calm sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck to maintain his civilian cover.
“Because I build Spider-Man’s tech and equipment, Jessica”.
Jessica stared at him, the pieces finally clicking in her head.
She didn’t realize he was the genius behind the hero.
“A tech builder.
Figures.
Well, look, Parker…
I want to help protect your family.
I’m not letting some corporate suit hurt your family”.
Aunt May stood by the dining room table, her hands trembling slightly before she folded her arms, her sharp maternal eyes darting back and forth between Peter and Uncle Ben.
The initial shock was wearing off and the protective mindset matriarch of Queens was officially taking charge.
“Alright, enough” Aunt May said, her voice steady but laced with a heavy demands for answers.
She looked directly at her husband.
“Ben, you are a practical law-abiding man.
A corporate executive just threatened our family, a teenage girl just destroyed a car with her bare hands on our front lawn, and you are standing there nodding along like we’re just discussing the grocery list!
How on earth are you able to accept this whole situation so easily?”.
Uncle Ben offering a weak nervous smile.
“Well, May…
Since I have been helping Peter with his business, I’ve always been prepared you know since the business world is…
err…
competitive?”.
“Competitive doesn’t involve threats, Ben!” May snapped gently, before turning her fiery gaze directly onto Peter.
She stepped closer, her expression a mix of profound worry and hurt.
“And you, Peter.
How long have you been hiding the fact that you are helping Spider-Man?
You know that you are putting yourself in the crosshairs of these dangerous criminals without saying a word to me?”
Peter swallowed hard “Aunt May, I swear.
I accidentally met him.
I only started helping him because I wanted to use my science to make the city safer”.
Aunt May let out a long shaky breath, her shoulders finally dropping as she reached out to gently cup Peter’s face.
Tears welled in her eyes, but a profound look of relief washed over her face.
“I am angry that you kept this secret from us, Peter” May whispered softly, her thumb brushing his cheek.
“But…
thank God that you are just the boy supporting him.
I am just glad you are not a superhero.
Imagining you falling off skyscrapers or getting shot at by monsters in masks will drive me crazy.
Promise me that you won’t be out there in that ….
colorful tight…
it would break my heart”.
Hearing her words, an intense suffocating wave of guilt hit Peter right in the chest.
Peter and Uncle Ben slowly glanced at each other, an agonizing silent conversation passing between them in a fraction of a second.
Uncle Ben’s eyes were filled with a heavy sympathetic weight, while Peter’s stomach did a violent flip.
The sheer irony of her being comforted by the biggest lie in the house was almost too much to handle.
He was the one out there.
“Yeah, May” Peter forced out, his voice cracking slightly as he looked away from Uncle Ben’s gaze.
“Just a tech guy.
Safe behind a computer screen.
I promise”.
Uncle Ben quickly stepped forward and wrap a protective arm around Aunt May.
“Alright” Peter said as he instantly start plotting the next step.
“Rand’s security will be here to hold the perimeter, but I’m not leaving our family’s safety entirely in someone else’s hands.
I need to be prepare”.
Peter quickly headed straight down to his basement workshop.
Since he couldn’t wear the suit, he need to build some specialized civilian-mode weapons.
A pair of sleek pressurized silver bracelets that could fire high-density kinetic shock-slugs and a compact electromagnetic pulse device hidden inside a standard flashlight.
If Roxxon’s enforcement squad breached the block, they were going to find out exactly how lethal the Parker’s household could be, even without him needing to wear a mask.
The midnight deadline struck with a sudden violent eruption of sound.
Down the quiet Queens street, three heavily armored Roxxon tactical transport trucks breached the outer perimeter.
Tires screech as they slammed through the barricades.
Rand Enterprises’ private security forces immediately clashed with the incoming vehicles, their sleek black sedans engaging the armored SUVs in a chaotic battle.
A huge number of well-trained Roxxon mercenary soldiers breached the defensive line, pouring out of the transports like a black tide.
They were all heavily armed, carrying military-grade automatic guns, tactical rifles and grenades.
Peter, Jessica and Uncle Ben stood by the darkened living room window, watching the street dissolve into a war zone.
Aunt May complain loudly “Should we tell the neighbors?”
“Stay inside, May!” Uncle Ben shouted, pushing Aunt May back into the reinforced hallway as a stray rifle round shattered the front porch light.
The night air over Queens was usually filled with the distant hum of the city, but tonight it bled with the harsh cracks of automatic gunfire.
On the suburban street outside the Parker residence, a war had erupted.
Roxxon mercenaries moved in with their high-caliber rifles, the Rand operatives returned fire from behind the cover of their own reinforced sedans.
Muzzle flashes lit up the neat lawns, turning a quiet neighborhood into a tactical war zone.
High above the chaos, perched on the apex of the Parkers’ roof, the Man Without Fear shifted his stance.
To Matt Murdock, the world was a cacophony of pressure waves, the scent of gunpowder and the distinct panicked heartbeats of the family trapped inside the house.
Beneath the roar of the gun battle, his radar sense picked up a secondary squad.
Four Roxxon mercenaries, heavily armed and wearing advanced combat gear, had broken past the Rand security line.
They were moving swiftly up the front lawn, their boots trampling the grass as they targeted the front porch.
Daredevil didn’t hesitate.
He dropped from the roof like a falling brick, deploying his line just in time to swing through the midnight air.
Crack.
His heavy combat boots slammed directly into the chest of the lead mercenary just as the man reached the bottom step of the porch.
The impact sent the soldier flying backward into the turf.
Rolling seamlessly out of the drop, Daredevil split his billy club into two escrima sticks.
The second mercenary spun his rifle around but Matt was already moving inside his guard.
With blind, terrifying precision, Daredevil parried the weapon’s barrel upward as it discharged into the awning.
A brutal left hook shattered the man’s tactical visor, followed by a sweeping strike from his baton that drove the mercenary into the dirt.
“It’s DAREDEVIL!” the third mercenary barked into his comms, dropping his rifle to draw a shock-baton.
He lunged at Daredevil alongside the fourth soldier.
Daredevil ducked, his hyper-senses tracking the hum of the electricity and the shifting weight of the soldiers’ boots.
He swept the leg of the third but the fourth managed to catch him with a heavy armored shoulder check, sending Daredevil skidding across the wooden planks of the porch.
The remaining two mercenaries pressed their advantage rushing up the steps to breach the front door and secure the targets.
They never got the chance.
The third mercenary is thrown off the porch entirely.
Standing in the doorway was Jessica Jones with an expression of profound annoyance “Do you idiots have any idea what time it is?” Jessica muttered.
The last standing mercenary stared at her for a fraction of a second before lifting his sidearm.
Jessica didn’t even flinch.
She stepped forward and caught the barrel of the gun with her bare hand.
With a casual twist of her wrist, she crushed the metal mechanism entirely rendering it useless.
Before the soldier could process the superhuman strength, Jessica grabbed him by the tactical vest, hoisted him effortlessly into the air and slammed him spine-first into the lawn.
“I’m clearing the lawn” Jessica hissed ready to lunge out and use her raw strength to flip the lead transport truck.
But before Jessica could take a single step onto the grass, Daredevil jump directly into the center of the fray, his dual billy clubs extending on a high-tensile cable as he kicked off the roof of a Roxxon transport.
He spun mid-air, his martial arts precision instantly disarming two rifle-wielding mercenaries and slamming them into the asphalt.
“Daredevil!” Peter whispered to himself as he track the blind hero’s movements.
However, the Roxxon commanders were highly trained tactical professionals.
Realizing they were dealing with a high-tier vigilante, the lead commander barked an immediate counter-measure.
“Deploy sound barriers!
Drop the white-outs!
Now!”.
BANG!
FLASH!
BANG!
Three specialized, high-intensity tactical flash bangs detonated simultaneously in a blinding triangular matrix directly beneath Daredevil’s position.
The concussive multi-directional sound wave and thermal blast ripped through the air.
For an ordinary hero, it was a blinding light but for Daredevil, whose entire radar sense and spatial awareness relied entirely on delicate acoustic frequencies the localized shockwave was devastating.
The flash bangs completely disoriented Daredevil, causing him to stagger backward, clutching his cowl as his ears rang with white noise, entirely breaking his defensive stance.
“Hey!
Back off the red suit!” Jessica roared, finally leaping off the porch.
She charged into the frontline, her raw superhuman strength allowing her to grab a mercenary by his tactical vest and hurl him straight into a group of soldiers, shattering their firing formation.
She swung a heavy concrete-shattering punch that laid out a shield-bearer instantly.
But the tactical reality quickly shifted.
Due to Jessica’s absolute lack of formal combat training, she was fighting blindly relying entirely on raw power without any defensive positioning.
A squad of four elite Roxxon soldiers smoothly flanked her, one leveling a rifle at her blind spot while another primed a fragmentation grenade to toss straight toward the front door where Aunt May was hiding.
Peter saw the trajectory of the grenade.
His reflexes kicked in as his reflexes make the world seems like it slows to an absolute crawl.
He couldn’t put on the suit and he couldn’t let his aunt die.
Peter step firmly onto the porch raised his arm and fired a high-density kinetic shock-slug from his left wrist.
THOOM!
The kinetic slug traveled with impossible velocity, striking the primed fragmentation grenade mid-air just inches after it left the mercenary’s hand.
The impact didn’t just deflect the explosive, it violently drove the grenade straight back into the squad of soldiers.
It detonate in a brilliant concussive flash of fire that threw the entire flanking team backward onto the pavement, completely unconscious.
Jessica spun around, her eyes widening in absolute shock as she saw Peter’s bracelet smoke slightly as he calmly aligned his right wrist toward the next wave of soldiers.