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There was a cut on my brow slowly leaking blood, I could feel the crimson liquid running down over my eye, slowly making a trail downwards over my cheek. I dropped to the ground. The shield flew overhead and clattered as it hit a wall instead of it's intended target. There is no reason I should keep fighting. Everyone you cared about is gone.
I slowly stand tired and worn but very well knowing that I had to continue fighting. Almost immediately I consort my body to do a back flip. The punch lands into thin air. Captain America rushes towards me. I manage to deflect every punch, I'm more agile, quicker, smaller, and stronger. I'm stronger. Since the death of my parents, Uncle Ben, Aunt May, and Gwen I've always withheld my anger. If I wasn't careful I'd be a murder. It'd be so easy. But now, now I don't have to tiptoe any longer, afraid to break the thin ice I always seem to walk on. I don't need to withhold my strength. I punch. Punch again. Again and again. He's backed up against a wall. I continue to strike. The only thing holding him up now is arm against his shoulder. I keep delivering the blows. You're the reason I'm alone, you're the freaking reason they're dead. I don't deserve this.
I hear the whirring noise long before my spider sense registers the danger. He's the last one. I let go of the body and as it slides to the ground it leaves a trail of blood on the wall behind it. I'd don't want to think about what I did to the others. I wonder if this Ironman is just as angered by the death of his alien comrades as I am by the death of my family. Just before he shoots a repulsor blast at me I aim my webs right at the palm. There's a pop. My webs aren't strong enough to stop the repulsor blast but that was never their purpose, they were a stall. Enough time to get me moving, I attempt to dodge the blast but the repulsor still manages to hit the edge of my shoulder, lighting it with an intense pain. On pure will alone I still managed to make my way to him. He swings but his movements were slow, clumsy, the bulk of metal slowing him down. Would the exact replicas have the same weaknesses as the originals? So far it seemed so. I punched the Arc Reactor. The electricity spazzed through me for what seemed to be forever. It was unlike Thor's hammer, the electricity wasn't controlled.I could feel it flowing throughout my body, painfully running through my veins. I managed to pull my hand away and I dropped. I watched as the Iron Man continued to shake uncontrollably and the smell of fried hair hit me. I watched as it fell.