New York, The Red Zone, 1 weeks since the release of the Mercer Virus
The sound of screaming filled the city air. They'd failed. Dear god they'd failed.
"MOVE!" Carol shouted getting her feet and clutching her arm that hung limply at her side. Spider-man didn't have time to react as a fist collided with his chest. Peter Parker felt his ribs snap and was catapulted to the ground. As he got gingerly back to his feet he turned his head and watched powerless to help as hunters and other infected pounced on the citizens who tried to escape.
Suddenly his assailant was on him again. The man's hand lashed out but the blow never landed as a battle worn Captain America threw himself in front of the blow taking it with his vibrainium shield. The force of the strike threw the supersoldier from his feet sending him flying back like a bullet from a gun, blood streaming from the wounds he'd already sustained.
"CAP!" Spider-man managed to choke out as Steve Rodgers form smashed through a wall a few yards away. A hand wrapped itself around Parker's throat and lifted him off his feet. Ms Marvel flew at the man horror etched across her features. In her state she wasn't nearly fast enough and the mans free hand lashed out serrated claws emerging from his fingertips. The blond heroine didn't make a sound as they cut into her chest but she instantly buckled over and crumbled to the floor.
"NO!" Peter cried looking at her limp body in horror. Suddenly the hand slammed him into the concrete floor causing Peter's vision to swim. As he was lifted back into the air Spider-man was able to catch a glimpse of his defeated comrades who lay strewn across the floor bloodied and beaten. Peter's eyes came to rest on his opponent. The contorted features of Alex Mercer stared back at him distastefully.
"I should have slaughtered you all the first time" he said venomously, tightening his grip. Peter wanted to reply, wanted to come out with some kind of wisecrack or witty remark but nothing came.
The city was crumbling around them as the infected rampaged freely through it. The sounds of people screaming and buildings crumbling was the last thing Peter heard before Alex's fist collided with his head causing red dots to blot his vision.
"It's over" the man in the leather jacket stated as he raised his foot to finish him off. The blow never landed as someone lept at Mercer throwing him from his feet. Spider-man could only just make out the voices as his vision began to darken.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" the new arrival screamed.
"It would have been quick but now? Now I'm going to make you suffer" Mercer's voice hissed back furiously.
As Spider-man blacked out he knew it didn't matter who the new arrival was. It was over. They'd failed. The King of New York would have his throne.
Notes: This is just a prologue to show anyone who followed the last one that I haven't dropped it. I'm currently working on quite few other stories but I should really get this one going over the next few weeks. I'm not going to be sticking to canon with this because I was disappointed with how Alex was treated in Prototype 2.