"Mikey! Did you deal with the Lizard? I think I tracked down Doctor Octavious and Sandman."
The speaker in Michaels mask crackled into his ear, Peters squeaky voice pounding through.
"Yes, he's done. For good." Michael solemnly said, grief in his voice. He never liked to kill, and tried to avoid it when possible. "Where are the other two?"
Peters voice spoke through the communicator once more, "They're moving through Queens! Multiple people spotted them. They're heading... Are they heading towards me?"
Michaels eyes widened, "What?!"
The situation escalated and he quickly exited the building, breaking through the wall. He contacted the cops, using his A.I to contact the NYPD and alert them to the horrific homicide scene.
"Michael! Hurry! I think they're headed towards me. I don't know how they found my location."
Panic set in his voice, concern coursing through both of them.
Michael burst into speed swinging back into the city. 'I'm on the other side of New York damnit. I need to hurry.'
"It's going to be okay, I'm on my way!" Michael tried to speak calmly, moving as fast as he could through the city. He took every shortcut he knew. The modern New York of 2031 was complicated, but due to his memory and advanced suit capabilities maneuvering was easy enough for him.
"Michael! He-" Peter screamed, communications crackling before silence ensued. Michael turned around the corner, seeing the apartment building broke down into segments of brick.
Doctor Octavius was holding Peter, his other arms transporting the humane body. Sandman pulling himself back together after eroding the support of Peters apartment.
They fled on sight, spotting Michaels imposing figure. He swung after them, dodging the spikes of sand. Circling around, getting in front of the two villains, a plan formed in the 17 year olds young mind. Shoving a robotic tentacle away from himself, he grabbed a water tank and slung it at Sandman, exploding on contact. Sandman turns to mud, his speed gone and his stamina exhausted.
"Peter! Are you okay?" Michael called out, the fragile teenage stuck in the metal clasp of Doctor Octavious.
Peter nodded frantically, "Yes! Just please hurry!"
The evil scientist moved quicker, taking a corner and going through a slim alleyway, climbing up the side of the building.
'I need to get Peter out of his grasp, this is an extremely dangerous situation. I can't let him cause too much damage either, people live in these buildings.'
Michaels thoughts ran wild as he chased the villain. He jumped onto an air conditioner, using it as momentum to spring himself forward onto the back of the octopus suit.
"Stop this, no one has to get hurt." He spoke loudly, struggling to stay on the back of the moving doctor.
Doctor Octavious laughed, "Never! You are EVERYTHING that's wrong with this city! You have destroyed everything I had!"
Michael waited a moment, before laughing, "I gave you a chance Otto."
He was suddenly hit with a metal tentacle, throwing him off and sending him
tumbling down a nearby alleyway. He landed roughly, landing in a garbage bin and breaking glass, stabbing his side.
He groaned in pain before getting up, swinging himself back onto the roof and locating Otto. His eyes turned blue momentarily, scanning thermal signatures in the area.
'There he is. Heading towards the docks.'
Michael zipped across multiple rooftops, tracking Otto as he traveled. He arrived at the docks, Peter still trapped in a metal grasp. He swung, kicking into Otto, knocking him over.
Peter tries squirming out of his captivity, finding no luck. Michael hurriedly tries the same, pulling apart the metal only to be stabbed in the back by another claw. Blood seeps out of his suit, the wound quick to exposure. Another flies at him and he's forced to dodge again, moving away from Peter.
Michael throws a nearby cement bag at Otto, hitting his back and forcing him to the ground momentarily. He web zips to him, attaching to his back. Michael grabbed a chip in Ottos neck and clawed it out, scratching the absolute shit out of it and failing the arms mechanically. The sharp claws malfunctioned, gripping tighter, destroying themselves.
"Michael! HELP!" Peter screamed, his body being crushed.
Michael sprinted over faster than ever, prying apart the metal physically destroying it atom by atom. Peters body was crushed, every vital organ in his stomach and chest had to be pierced or combusted due to the pressure. He coughed, blood spewing out of his mouth.
"Peter! We can still save you. I'll call the hospital and I'll swing you-"
"Michael." Peter spoke, blood trailing from his lips, his MIT shirt soaked in his own blood. "I'm not going to make it. I think we're both smart enough to realize that."
'No please dear God no. I need him.'
"Pete you're all I have left. Please hold on! I'll make it work, I'll do anything." Tears ran down the teenage boy's face, blood mixed with sweat and tears.
Peter Parker, from Earth 716, smiled for the last time, "Please, just do one last thing for me Michael. Treat your power with the upmost care and responsibility. And never, ever kill again."
Michael nodded frantically, "Of course Pete. I promise on my name I will." Peter was dead, his last hope bearing on the fact that he kept this promise.
'God damnit. I could've saved him.' His thinking was interrupted as Sandman had finally arrived to Ottos limp body. Grief, rage, and hate overwhelmed him and he charged, leaping at Sandman.
Dodging shots of spiraling sand, he came close and began beating away at the sand, his own personal punching bag. Weaving through attacks and sending his own it became a passionate dance, rain coming down on the two. One, a man made completely of sand, the other, a rage filled Spider-man, covered in blood. When one sent a fist, the other responded, blows being dealt between the two parties. Rain slowed Sandman, leading to his eventual demise. Michael, scanning, found the main source of the sand and weaving through the attacks grabbed it, putting it into a vial. The sand fell, turning into a mushy mud.
Grief overwhelmed him, and the reminder of his promise to Peter kept it in check, not allowing him to fulfill his darkest desire to kill.
'Spider-man doesn't kill. Not anymore.'
