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After spending some time with Mary, Peter returned to his house and prepared breakfast for May. At this moment, May was already awake, though she was still in the bathroom, finishing her morning routine. The sound of running water echoed through the small apartment, mingling with the sizzle of eggs on the stove. Peter hummed to himself as he plated the food, his mind briefly drifting to the events of the previous night.
When May finally stepped out of the bathroom, she was greeted by the sight of Peter sitting on the edge of the bed, a tray of breakfast waiting on the side table. Steam rose from the freshly cooked meal, filling the room with the comforting aroma of home.
"Did you go to Mary's house?" May guessed, drying her hair with a towel. She stood there, completely unselfconscious in her nakedness, water droplets still glistening on her skin. Her curves were accentuated by the soft morning light streaming through the window, and Peter couldn't help but admire her.
Seeing her in such a seductive form, Peter smirked, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
May tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips, "Hmm~ What are you saying? Do I need to seduce you to have sex with me?" She sauntered over to him, her movements deliberate and graceful, before settling onto his lap. Her arms draped around his neck, and she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear, "I know you're always horny for my body~"
Peter didn't respond with words. Instead, his hands found their way to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples with a firm yet gentle touch. May let out a soft moan, her body arching slightly into his.
"Hmmm~ See? I was right~ Mmmm~ You love my body~" She murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
"Yeah, I love your sexy body~" Peter admitted, his voice low and husky. He pulled back slightly, his expression shifting to one of playful seriousness, "Now finish your breakfast. We're going to the hospital today."
May's eyes widened in mock confusion, "The hospital? But why?" She tried to maintain her innocent act, but Peter knew her too well.
"Should I tell you before punishing you or after?" Peter asked, his tone light but laced with mischief.
May pouted, though her eyes sparkled with amusement, "It's up to you. After all, I'll still enjoy your punishment~"
Peter chuckled, shaking his head, "Alright, no more playing around. Eat your breakfast, and then we'll go."
"Humph~ Fine, but you have to feed me~" May insisted, her lips forming a playful pout. She batted her eyelashes at him, acting like a spoiled child.
Peter rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile, "Alright, alright. Open your mouth."
After May finished her breakfast, they left the house and headed toward the hospital.
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Somewhere Unknown, Inside a Sewage Tunnel.
The air was thick with the stench of decay and stagnant water. The dim light from a single flickering bulb cast eerie shadows on the damp walls. In the center of the tunnel stood a figure, hunched over a makeshift lab. Beakers bubbled with neon-green liquid, and wires snaked across the floor, connecting to a large, ominous machine.
"Hahahahahaha! Just you wait, New York! I'll turn everyone into lizards, and this time, those masked fools won't be able to stop me!" The Lizard's voice echoed through the tunnel, his grotesque face twisted into a maniacal grin. His scaly skin glistened under the light, and his clawed hands trembled with excitement as he held up a vial of the serum.
After a full night of relentless work, he had finally recreated the formula. The only thing left was the machine that would convert the serum into a gas and disperse it across the city. And that machine, he knew, was hidden deep within the Oscorp building.
"Tonight, I will cure the world!" He roared, his voice reverberating through the tunnels.
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SHIELD's Building, New York.
The sleek, modern interior of SHIELD's headquarters buzzed with activity. Agents moved with purpose, their faces set in grim determination. In the heart of the building, Nick Fury sat in his office, his one eye scanning a file handed to him by an agent.
"Director, here's the report regarding last night's incident." An agent said, placing the file on Fury's desk.
Fury opened the file, his expression shifting as he read through the details. His brow furrowed, and his jaw tightened, "So the monster we saw last night was Dr. Connors." He muttered, staring at a grainy image of the scientist injecting himself with the serum.
Thanks to SHIELD's advanced intelligence network, they had identified the Lizard's true identity in record time. However, the same couldn't be said for Spider-Man. His identity remained a mystery, one that Fury was determined to unravel.
"Alright, you're dismissed." Fury said, waving the agent away.
As the agent left, Coulson and Clint entered the room. Fury gestured for them to sit and passed the file to them, "This is last night's report. Take a look."
Coulson and Clint quickly scanned the contents, their expressions growing more serious with each passing second. When they finished, Coulson was the first to speak, "What do you want us to do, sir?"
Fury leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers, "I want you two to observe what happens tonight. I have a feeling there's going to be a showdown between the Lizard—Dr. Connors—and those spider-themed vigilantes."
Coulson nodded, "Understood."
Clint smirked, "Leave it to us."
Fury's gaze shifted to Clint, "Did Natasha leave to investigate Spider-Man's identity?"
"Yes." Clint replied, "She's... unusually curious about him."
Fury raised an eyebrow while thinking, 'Hmm, looks like something happened between them last night.'
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Hell's Kitchen, New York.
Peter stood atop a crumbling building, the city sprawled out before him like a living, breathing entity. The wind tugged at his suit as he scanned the streets below. After dropping May off at home following her check-up, he had come here, drawn by a lead he'd picked up from the news.
"According to the reports, this is the base of a drug dealer working under Kingpin." Peter muttered to himself. He had no solid proof, but his super hearing had picked up enough to confirm his suspicions. To be certain, he had sent a scout—someone who could gather information without being seen.
As if on cue, a small spider emerged from an air vent nearby. It was Velora, Peter's trusted companion. She scurried onto his hand, her tiny legs tapping against his skin as she relayed the information she had gathered.
Peter's expression darkened as the details flooded his mind. The people inside were not only dealing with drugs but also something more serious. The building was a hub for human trafficking, specifically targeting women. The cages in the basement, that Velora saw clearly told Peter what they were for as he has seen something similar in his previous life also.
"Haah! No matter where you go, there's always filth like this." Peter growled, his fists clenching.
On the top floor of the building, a group of gangsters lounged around, their weapons within arm's reach. Some played cards, others scrolled through their phones, all oblivious to the danger approaching.
Boom!
Suddenly, the ceiling exploded in a shower of debris, sending the gangsters scrambling for cover. Dust filled the air, choking and disorienting them.
"What the hell!" One shouted, his voice trembling.
"Are we under attack?" Another cried, fumbling for his gun.
Through the haze, two glowing red eyes appeared, piercing the darkness. The gangsters froze, their bodies trembling as an overwhelming aura of danger washed over them.
"W-What is that thing?" One stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before anyone could react, a crimson blade sliced through the air, moving with blinding speed. It struck the gangster who had spoken, lifting him off his feet and pinning him to the wall. The others stared in horror as their comrade's lifeless body slumped to the ground.
From the shadows, a figure emerged, clad in black and red suit. His presence was suffocating, his movements fluid and deadly. He stepped into the light, his mask concealing his face but not the fury in his eyes.
"I Am death!"