Unfortunately, Tobey had no idea about Bullseye's vengeful vow.
By this time, Tobey had already returned to his home at 20 Ingram Street in Forest Hills, Queens.
Standing at the front door, Tobey rubbed his face, relaxing the stiff muscles worn out from a day of excessive slaughter. Forcing a warm smile, he pushed open the door bearing the Parker family nameplate.
"Mom, Dad, Peter. I'm home."
The moment he stepped inside, the rich, sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies hit him.
Two middle-aged adults and a teenager slightly younger than Tobey immediately came to greet him.
The two adults were Benjamin Parker and May Reilly Parker, his parents in this life.
The teenager went by a name everyone in the multiverse would recognize. Peter Parker.
The future friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Except right now, Peter was just an ordinary kid. And Uncle Ben and Aunt May had a biological son who was never supposed to exist.
Perhaps it was because of the mysterious spider that bit him in his past life right before he died.
Although Tobey had not been bitten by any radioactive spiders in this universe, he had been fundamentally different from ordinary people since birth.
He was far stronger, infinitely more agile, and possessed an intellect that eclipsed his peers.
As he grew older, Tobey realized his physical attributes were not just above average. He had awakened superhuman abilities that no normal human should possess.
He could cling to walls at any angle like an arachnid. He could shoot incredibly resilient webbing directly from his wrists.
And he possessed an extrasensory precognition. A Spider-Sense.
These powers confirmed one thing. He had awakened the exact abilities of Spider-Man.
Specifically, the abilities of the first-generation Spider-Man portrayed by his namesake, the legendary 'Bully' Tobey Maguire.
His baseline physical strength vastly outclassed the standard iterations of the web-slinger. He could effortlessly lift a fully loaded heavy truck weighing dozens of tons with a single hand.
For a normal Spider-Man, lifting dozens of tons was their absolute limit under extreme duress. For Tobey, it was his casual baseline.
Furthermore, he did not need to rely on high-tech web-shooters. He could produce and fire organic webbing straight from his own body.
Aside from the Bully Spider, a statistical monster capable of tearing Venom apart barehanded, very few variants across the multiverse boasted such ridiculous specs.
So, even without a standard reincarnation system to guide him, Tobey was living a highly colorful life purely relying on his overpowered spider abilities.
However, even with Tobey acting as an anomaly in this universe, the plot marched on. When Tobey was ten, his eight-year-old cousin Peter still could not escape the tragic fate of an orphaned protagonist.
Shortly after Peter's parents dropped him off at the Parker residence for a temporary stay, news arrived that Richard and Mary Parker had died in a plane crash.
Tobey could have used his knowledge of the timeline to save Peter's parents.
But at the time, his powers had not fully developed. Most importantly, his organic webbing and Spider-Sense had not yet awakened.
To avoid drawing the attention of Oscorp, who was actively researching the super-spider project, Tobey chose to stand by and watch. He barely knew his cousin back then anyway.
Naturally, with his parents dead, Peter's temporary stay became permanent. Ben and May officially became Peter's legal guardians.
Now, Tobey was twenty, and Peter was eighteen. After ten years of living together, the boundaries of extended family had faded. Their bond was as solid as biological brothers.
Much like any traditional Spider-Man, Tobey kept his powers a strict secret from his parents and Peter.
But unlike Peter, he never tried to hide his unnatural physical strength, nor did he pretend to be a weak, easily bullied nerd.
Then again, standing at two meters tall and weighing three hundred pounds of pure muscle, playing the frail nerd was physically impossible.
Ben, May, and Peter never suspected anything supernatural. Since Tobey had been exceptionally robust since childhood, they simply assumed he was born with freakish genetics and loved bodybuilding.
Once he had fully awakened and mastered his abilities, Tobey's first instinct was not to put on a colorful spandex suit and become New York's friendly neighborhood vigilante.
Instead, he slapped on a Counter-Strike terrorist balaclava and ran straight into the criminal paradise of Hell's Kitchen to rob the mob.
Relying on his absolute overwhelming strength and his danger-predicting Spider-Sense, Tobey reaped massive profits every single time. He quickly amassed over a million dollars in stolen cartel money.
But if you walk by the river long enough, your shoes will get wet.
His lucrative string of underworld robberies soon caught the eye of the Emperor of Hell's Kitchen, the Kingpin.
Kingpin orchestrated a massive narcotics deal as a trap. He intentionally leaked the location and the staggering amount of cash involved, baiting Tobey into making a move.
Naturally, Tobey took the bait. Making money was nothing to be ashamed of.
But Tobey did not blindly stumble into the snare. He was greedy, not stupid. Did they really think he would jump straight into such an obvious setup?
Spiders are cautious, highly dangerous predators.
While Kingpin's men pretended to conduct the transaction and waited for the thief to strike, Tobey was already in the shadows, silently snapping the necks of every hidden sniper.
Only then did he step into the light, effortlessly slaughtering the clueless bait team.
He took the briefcase stuffed with cash and set fire to the massive shipment of premium product, giving the local Hell's Kitchen residents the ultimate free high.
After all, sharing is caring.
Just as Tobey picked up the cash and prepared to leave, a ringtone echoed from inside the briefcase.
Tobey hesitated briefly. Sensing no immediate danger from the case, he opened it, pulled out the burner phone hidden inside, and answered.
It was Kingpin.
But the crime lord did not offer threats or furious ultimatums.
Instead, Kingpin praised Tobey's lethal efficiency and proposed a sit-down. He offered to launder all of Tobey's stolen money and give him legitimate employment. Kingpin argued that a man of his talents was above doing cheap, petty stick-ups.
Tobey did not give Kingpin an answer. He simply crushed the phone in his hand.
But the very next day, Tobey slipped past all security and appeared silently inside Kingpin's private office at Fisk Tower.
When Kingpin pushed open his doors, he found Tobey sitting in the boss's chair, boots kicked up on the desk, acting like he owned the entire building.
Kingpin was ruthless, but he respected true power.
Instead of getting angry at the blatant disrespect, Kingpin kept his word. He laundered Tobey's dirty money and registered him in the underworld registry under the elite assassin codename Poison Spider.
This gave Tobey a fully legitimized criminal identity in Hell's Kitchen.
One had unlimited money, and the other had unparalleled lethality. A long-term partnership formed naturally.
Tobey eliminated rival gang targets, and Kingpin paid out astronomical commissions.
Take the Nihon Syndicate massacre, for example. Kingpin paid a flat ten million dollars for the hit, plus the one million dollar apology fee for Bullseye's disrespect. Eleven million dollars in a single night.
In his past life, Tobey could have driven a truck for a hundred years and never made a fraction of that apology fee.