[This story is a oc x canon idea the only thing I own are the characters I made Spider-Man and his animated series: (Spectacular and Ultimate Spider-Man) and all characters used or inspired in this series are owned by Ubisoft, and Marvel/Disney.]

AN: this story is a alternate universe story that merges Spectacular Spider-Man and Ultimate Spider-Man (some elements of the show) into one universe/story.

This takes place after the events of spectacular Spider-Man 2nd season with some changes, for example: the oc and peter have been best friends for a while like Eddie, but they don't separate. Winter is also friends with Harry, MJ, and Gwen; Peter is with Gwen there a couple because they cute together, Harry becomes the new goblin and you'll see the cast of ultimate Spider-Man but there more in line with their comic book origins

Anyway enjoy the read.

[it's a cold night in New York with the moon shining brighter than a new sparkling diamond, a time when a crime is common for cold nights like this, but today is a very different day; this is the knight the demon rises…]

abandon building near the docks of Harlem

"Oh shit, Oh shit, OH shit, why did it have to be him?! We've already got the spider freak to deal with, and now we've got some freaking ghost demon ninja giving us trouble killing us God, I hate New Yor-"

*the thug who was running like it was all he knew how to do suddenly stopped his thought process as he heard a burst of horrifying laughter echoing behind him.]

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, MISTER SANDMAN, BRING ME A DREAM, MAKE HIM THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN. LIKE ROSES AND COLVER AND MAKE SURE. * IS NOW BEHIND THE THUG LIKE A PREDATOR HUNTING FOR PREY WITH HIS EYES AND SMILING TEETH GLOWING WITH MIST EMANATING FROM HIM, THE THUG IS PETRIFIED WITH FEAR] HIS LONESOME NIGHTS…ARE. OVER."

*immensely afraid] "Please—don't kill me; I'll do whatever you want, man, I promise, just spare me."

*Our new mysterious vigilante is now pinning his prey to the wall by slamming him to the wall, gripping his throat tight to the point it could damage the guy's vocal cords, then he holds a small lightsaber knife, and cuts into the thugs' skin engraving a symbol on his cheek the thugs' whimpers quietly in pain then the mysterious vigilante speaks.]

"Kill you?! Oh, buddy, I'm not going to kill ya. All I need is you alive, pal. Quick question though how bad do you think this will be for you? Who am I kidding?! I don't care, so let's party, yeah, and try not to worry… I'll. be. gentle, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

*Screams and horrific laughter are the only sound heard that night as we now follow a familiar red and blue spider hero swinging across the big apple, monologuing to himself.]

(Peters POV)

"It's been a while since Norman died that night. Harry won't talk to Gwen or me at all, JJ has been hounding me to get more pictures for the bugle, not to mention he's been also trying to kill me with his little scorpion pet project, and Liz has been giving me the "I'm Very Mad and Want To Punch You Look." God, why is it that I get handed so much crap? Would it kill the universe to give me SOMETHING decent that doesn't last for 20 seconds?! *sigh* no, don't get all negative. Peter, a few things suck right now, but Gwen and I have each other now, and I'm still doing well as Spider-Man, so that's good, right?

Besides, nothing else is going to happ—*hears a blood-curdling scream] I just had to open my big mouth, didn't I?

[Spider-man swings to the docks. As he gets closer to his destination, he sees criminals either gruesomely killed and dismembered or beaten up and fear painted on all of their faces; the whole scene looks like something out of a horror movie or a john wick film

"Who could've done something like this?" I ask myself in pure disbelief and fear. I started searching around the place; this whole thing could give most horror attractions a run for their money. I bet whoever pulled this off could make Michael Myers jealous. As I continued surveying everything around me, I saw somebody hunching in a fetal position, crying, and muttering something to himself. I'm begging to think whoever did this might be that ghost ninja everyone's been talking about recently.

I approach the guy, and he starts screaming; the moment I touch him, I try calming him down he notices that I'm Spider-Man, not this demon dude kept shouting about. I examine him closely now. He's one of the guys I handed to the cops a week ago. I begin to interrogate him.

"Hey pal, what happened here? Who did this?" I demanded. This guy spoke like he saw his greatest fear and was close to tears; he said

"It was some monster, a ghost, we thought. Wet was you or that daredevil guy, but he moved like a ghost. We couldn't even touch him. He killed 5 of our guys like that.

He just kept laughing and laughing. I can still hear him." said the thug as he began to sob uncontrollably.

"Oh great, now instead of the usual creeps and your average supervillain of the week, I've got Casper's unfriendly brother to deal with. I should get this guy to the police. At least, hopefully, I can find out who this Aramusha dude is and why he's been making New York's criminals look like slasher victims."

[Shield POV]

"Sir, New York's Boogeyman is at it again. Should we do something, Sir?" Said a Shield agent with hacked security cameras surveying the gruesome sight.

*Director fury stares at the footage with severity, he ponders his next move for a few solid seconds. After considering, he decides it's best to capture Aramusha and possibly recruit Spider-Man in this manhunt.]

"I want to ensure this guy gets detained no matter the cost. Agent, get me a task force ready to head to New York, and pronto understand? Fury says with a determined voice.

"Sir, yes sir," said the agent with complete compliance.

[2 days after the most recent crime murders done by the aramusha]

(We now enter midtown high school, the school looks relatively the same design-wise but socially, it's a shit show according to midtown's popular crowd, specifically Liz Allen. But honestly, who cares what she thinks? In all seriousness, things have changed. Friendships have been shattered, lovers drifted apart, and a new love was born after loss blossomed. Not to mention an old friend of peters is coming back with a bang; let's see how that goes, yeah?)

[Winters POV]

I step outta my gramps ol' Lamborghini and start getting myself ready to enter goddamn midtown high. My bags are packed with the shit I need to create a new semester. I'm looking fresh as hell in my new long sleeve gun & roses shirt, my badass short tiger jacket, my new cool-ass haircut, and most importantly, my jeans matching my oh-so-fly dark blue Nike shoes; oh yeah, baby, it's all coming together.

I turn to the car I just stepped out of. I say "またね" (see ya) to my grandpa. He waves bye and smiles at me. God, I love his old fucking face when he's happy.

Anyway, I'm marching through midtown. Everybody's shocked to see me, and it's almost like they're looking at a ghost. Guess I'm just a mysterious beauty, huh? Hahahahahahaha, ah god, I love my jokes *notices Peter and his friends, minus harry walking around talking to each other] there he is!!!!

*Peter now begins to feel a familiar sense of odd confusion as if he's being followed like prey for a hunting dog, after looking over his shoulder a few times, he notices a familiar light-haired figure smiling at him deviously.

His friends are a little confused about why he keeps looking over his shoulder. They ask him why he's doing that, but he explains, "I thought I saw someone familiar." After turning around, he sees his old friend Winter Wallace smiling like a kid on Christmas.

The scene is very reminiscent of Goro Majima surprising Kiryu when he was dressed up as a cop, just minus the cop clothes, and with Peter getting jumped scared when Winter. He yells 'HEY PETE, WANNA SEE A DEAD BODY?!" The whole scene is very comical for Winter, and terrifying to Peter. Everyone is laughing at poor Peter.]

"AH, JESUS CHRIST!" Said Peter as he got jump scared

"D'aww Pete, I missed you too! *notices Gwen, and MJ] and hello ladies~

"Hey, snowball," Said MJ with her patented smooth voice

"WINTER!" Exclaimed Gwen as she hugged him tightly. Winter reciprocated with a huge grin on his face.

"Can't believe the menace of Midtown has returned from his hibernation." quipped Peter, happy to see his old friend. They embraced after Winter, who had just separated from Gwen's hug.

"Oh c'mon Pete, you actually think you could escape your ol' pal Wintie, did ya?" I say with my usual swagger.

"Us apart? Honestly, I don't think I can get away from you; whenever I try, you'd find me." Peter jokingly says as we both laugh. It feels good to be back,

but I noticed we're missing a specific Harry Osborn. I ask, "Where the hell is Ozzy Osborn?"

Everyone is looking at me like I shot someone's dog. Peter tells me everything, and after hearing everything, I'm hunting for where harry is. I see him talking to our resident "flash" Thompson, and his posy Peter, Gwen, and MJ follow me. Why? Simple, they want to stop me. If there is anything you should know about me, one, I do what I want however I want, and two, I haven't seen my best friends in a while. They are screwing the groove, and I will get in their face about it dramatically. Nobody's stopping me unless Gwen does the look. Then I stop but screw that noise. I go straight up behind harry, with my angry face.

[harry POV]

As I'm talking to my new friends, I feel someone stand right behind me. If it's Gwen, Peter, or Mary Jane, I will tell them the same thing I said the last time. Still, as I turn around to give them a piece of my mind, I see my old friend Winter staring at me with his "Angry look" I've never felt so scared in my life. I look to Flash. He's practically pale from head to toe, so with nothing else to do, I speak to my old friend, trying not to suffer his wraith.

"H-Hey Winter, it's uh been a while. How have you been?" I ask with fear in my voice.

"…Harry, WHY ARE YOU. WITH. FLASH DUMBER-SON?!"

"Oh, crap." I'm screwed, so unbearably screwed.

"Look, Winter, you've been gone for a. Why don't we catch up? Does that sound nice?"

*there is an agitated silence that only exists for a few minutes.]

*BEGINS TO BEAR HUG HARRY] "OH, HARBEAR, I CAN'T BE MAD AT YOU. C'MON, LET'S GET SOME FOOD, YEAH?

*Out of breath, and a cracked spine] ok…that sounds great

*Winter lets harry go in a very comical fashion, Winter places his hands in his pockets and walks off laughing to himself, whistling hey Jude as he does.]

"Same old Winter."

Everyone thought to themselves.

[time-skip; lunchtime 12:30a.m]

*No one's POV]

Lunchtime arrives quickly; Winter sits with Harry. They begin getting to know what they've been up to, but they keep the whole "Vigilante/goblin business" a secret from one another. As they continue talking, Winter asks what happened to the click involving Peter, Harry, Gwen, and Winter himself.

Harry begins to talk in an immensely angered manner, saying that Peter and Gwen had "Betrayed me when I needed them both; Gwen dumps me the day my dad died for PETER, I tried getting in with Flash, and his crew that hasn't been going well ever since the whole green incident.

Everything's been so different since you left Winter."

Said harry with a growing hatred in his voice; Winter became very worried for his old childhood friend. He had never seen Harry in this state before. Harry was always so timid in Winter's eye, always afraid of his dad, taking so much emotional and mental damage, mostly from his arrogant ass of a dad Norman Osborn.

He favored Peter over him, probably because he was like the son Norman wanted Peter to be more intelligent than harry, have better grades, and have a charming personality. Norman always saw Peter as more of a man than his son.

Translation for all those in the back Norman loved Peter more than harry as a son. Always praising Peter's smarts and grades, and what did Harry get? All Harry ever got was aggressive, demeaning comments, for example, "Do better, harry, you're an Osborn, so act like it." Or "you want to be smart? Study, you want to be popular? Be popular, quit your whining, and do something about your troubles." Dad of year ladies, and others.

It seemed like life always gave Peter better luck than harry, but he secretly resented Peter's jealousy grew inside harry quickly as cancer infects a victim. It wasn't fair, but friends like Winter

Winter was a pleasant distraction from dealing with his dad and Harry's dormant jealousy.

Winter was worried for harry. He was like a brother to Winter. Harry was the nervous robin to his oddly impulsive Batman, and now Harry's acting all angry N'shit. This isn't like Harry.

But now's not the time to be a worried big brother. Winter decides to spend some time cheering him up in the only way he knows how. COMPLETE WACKY BULLSHIT translation pranked everyone in the maddest dog way possible with Harry's help; no one was safe. Everyone was a target. It was a fun experience for the two of them.

Time passes we are now cut to a night in New York. Spiderman is swinging across the city, monologuing to himself. With a milk-soaked suit]

*Spiderman POV]

sigh* "So, Winter's back from his vacation, and with him back, I now have to clean my suit again. But it is nice to see my old friend after so long, though it would be nice if I weren't his prank victim. Flash seems to be a reoccurring target which, to be honest, isn't that bad. But I need to focus right now. There's a ghost looming over New York, like in the GhostBusters movie. If he asks me if I'm a god, I'll probably have to say yes.

*as spider-man swings, he sees a ghostly figure looming over a building, he realizes it's the aramusha he has heard so much about, so he decides to approach him stealthily.

Meanwhile, the aramusha is now preparing to attack his next target.]

"Heh, look at all these chickens lining up for my little slaughterhouse. Now, what's the best way to crack their skulls?"

[the aramusha says with violent glee]

"Y'know, I think the best way is to give 'em them a classic ol' one-two straight to the cops, but hey, that's just a friendly neighborhood opinion."

*turns around in a wtf fashion] "Spider-Man, what The hell are you doing here? Oooh, maybe you're swinging by for a good ol' team up, yeah?"

[he says with an odd childish tone of excitement in his haunting voice]

"Sorry, but I'm not usually friends with Casper's violent cousin, so how about we make this easy for the both of us? You turn yourself in, and maybe the cops can give you a cup of slammer juice to ease your troubles?"

[the aramusha tilts his head in confusion, honestly feeling a little insulted]

"The hell you are talking bout? I ain't no criminal arachnid!"

[he says with a rising sense of anger]

"Sure, the brutalized bodies left from your little acts of ghostly vengeance aren't just some people who're nearly dying in hospitals.

[Spider-man says with his natural deadpan wit]

Anyway, it would be best if you stopped your little monster mash. You're killing people. Hero's don't kill."

*there is a tense aura Spider-Man emits with a stern glare towards the aramusha; meanwhile, the aramusha stares back with a "are you kidding me" stare, and they hold a staring contest for a solid 5 minutes.

Until the aramusha burst out laughing hysterically, so loud it scares Spider-Man a little bit. The whole interaction is a first for the web-slinger.]

"Oh my god-Hahahahahahaha-*cough* *cough* *cough* *deep inhale* *deep exhale*

Woo, that was the funniest shit I've ever heard in my life; you've got to have a history as a comedian. Web-head heroes don't kill, yeah, right."

[the aramusha says with a joyful sarcastic, friendly voice.]

"I was being serious about what I said, Casper."

"… you've gotta be kidding me right now."

[says the aramusha with the most disappointed tone of voice, spider-man, does not know how to respond.]

"I'm Sorry?"

"Look, spidey, as much as I would love to battle different ideologies between us, I sadly got people who need to be dealt with if you excuse me."

*spidey tries to stop the aramusha by trying to web him, but the try fails as the aramusha phases out of the webs and then jumps down off the vantage point both he and spider-man had been perched on.

The aramusha dives down, falling terrifyingly, swifter than a ninja with murderous intent, cackling so loud the criminals shudder.

They look up, and fear engulfs them, kin to children seeing those dead-eyed stiff animatronics that scars childhoods for life. Spider-man jumps down, trying to: 1.) stop anyone from dying brutally. 2.) Make sure these average criminal joe's get put down, And 3.) Find out who this aramusha guy is, and stop him from creating a kill count that can make Jason Voorhees or Micheal Myers Jealous.

But as Spider-Man lands on the ground with the hopes of making sure nobody's bones get broken or removed violently, he's too late as the thing he is trying to stop is already starting.

Bones are already being shattered, the criminals are howling in sheer fright if not unbearable pain from arms, and legs being twisted like play-doh.

Laughter erupts from the Aramusha; he cackles loudly and maniacally. The laughter is so unnerving to his targets they start to suffer a great deal of auditory pain and full-on panic attacks.

Jaws are being shattered easier than glass, or wood teeth are spewed like rain droplets from each jab, kick, or even the usage hazards

People are being tossed like rag-dolls; most of these guys are just being brutalized as each punch, kick, or other thrown back at the Aramusha just gets countered with a harsh set of strikes to the shoulder, knees, and stomach.

Not to mention the slashing and dismemberment of body parts like legs, heads, and more personal areas thanks to his usage of his lightsaber-like knives.

Aramusha zigzags his moves being extra precise with how much force is put into his attacks; stiff jabs, hooks, knee/ elbow jabs, and very defensive judo throws to throw opponents off him.

Spider-man is also here. Thugs try to overwhelm him, but that doesn't do much with his spider-sense providing him an easy advantage in countering and dodging each attack.

He uses quick kicks and punches to knock out the thugs, webbing them after they're grounded and dealt with.

After that is done, Spider-Man swings closer to Aramusha, trying to slow him down.

He shoots a web at the Aramusha's wrist, halting a suspected painful downward Jab.

"STOP." Spider-Man yells demandingly. He pulls the web like he was tugging on a rope desperately if it was a tug of war, almost.

The Aramusha gets pulled backward; he forcefully gets shifted away from the punchable thug.

The thug in question is sighing in relief, shaking, consumed in fear. His left eye is black as a raven's feather, and his nose is broken, if not a lot, of his bones are practically nonexistent, missing a few teeth and a limb, and probably pissed or shit himself more than he would dare admit.

But that's not important right now, as our two vigilantes are arguing.

"Dude, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"

says a very pissed Aramusha.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but in case you've not noticed, YOU'RE KILLING PEOPLE, NOT TO MENTION THE BODY DISMEMBERMENT."

says an also pissed Spider-Man

"Really? are we seriously doing this right now?!

*As spider-man speaks, there's a camera near the far right circling in on our two vigilantes in question, both being monitored by Nick Fury by said. Camera, he quickly taps an earpiece on his left ear; he says, "Strike team A, you're clear to surround them on my orders. I repeat on my orders," says Fury with a determined tone.]

(Meanwhile, Spider-Man is still trying to talk to the Aramusha.)

"If you're trying to be a hero here dismembering, hospitalizing, and killing people don't exactly give you a moral edge, Casper!"

[Spider-Man says in a very disappointed voice, but all that does is now annoy Aramusha greatly as he now eyes Spider-Man with a bored glare. Which only lasts a couple of seconds; he stands up and walks off aggressively, bumping Spider-Man's shoulder with absolutely no care given about the whole: if you're trying to be heroic killing, and over-the-top violence shouldn't be in your moral code speech.

As Aramusha walks away from Spider-Man, said hero appears in front of him with a look of hurt and a dumb snarky sense of quips going to be shot out of his mouth]

"Wow, ok, rude first of all, didn't your mother teach you any manners? Or is that just something ghosts don't understand? And lasted I checked, Halloween was a month ago."

Spider-Man says with his usual charisma

"That's hilarious. You try that with a crowd that's not just your mom only in attendance, and last I checked, the strip clubs downtown or do you not wear this as a sex thing?"

[Aramusha quips with a bit more playful play-boyish tone. Spider-Man blushes a little, but then quickly glares at the Aramusha]

"...What is wrong with you?"

[asks a very uncomfortable Spider-Man, feeling like he's being flirted with in a way similar to Mary Jane or his old friend Winter. The familiarity is disturbing]

"I mean, with all that bread you carry swinging around, tight spandex suit, and a terrible flirting game sounds street material to me~."

[Spider-Man is entirely flabbergasted by that flirtatious tone, and it distracts him completely, confusion written all over his face.]

[He tries to say something sadly for Spider-Man the aramusha walks away from him again, trying to use this confusion to his advantage. It doesn't work as Spider-Man stands before him with a determined yet annoyed glare written on his face. Knowing something is about to happen, Aramusha just sighs, bored, sitting down crisscrossed, arms resting under his head, elbows touching his knees with a face that states, "Go on, speak. I don't have all day."

Spider-Man noticing this repeats what he tried to say earlier]

"Look, I understand that you might think you're doing the right thing. But killing or traumatizing people isn't the way to do it. Yes, these guys are criminals, but they deserve jail. You can't be judge, jury, and executioner here; you need to understand with all these powers you have, you need to remember it comes with--"

"A great responsibility?"

[Says the Aramusha with a sense of nostalgia after cutting off Spider-Man near the end of his sentence.

Spider-Man, a bit shocked that this stranger knows his uncle Ben's famous phrase, is now curious about how he knows it.]

"Yeah, uh, how do you know that?"

Spider-man questions

"...Heard it from an old friend, so if you're done preaching, I'll be on my merry way if you excuse me."

[Aramusha begins to stand up, utterly bored, wanting little to do with this conversation, and he tries to leave again. Spider-Man tries to stop him again, saying, "Hey, wait, we're not done here."]

He grabs Aramusha's shoulder. After that happens, his stomach is met with a stiff elbow jab, a rising back fist to the face, and he gets hoisted over Aramusha's shoulder, being thrown to a wall and hitting it with force hard enough to break through it.

Falling face first on the ground, spine feeling splattered putty style, Spider-Man staggers a bit, trying to stand up.

After getting balanced Spider-Man swings toward his assailant, the aramusha sees this realizing what's going to happen now.

He starts up a fighting stance cracking his neck, then his knuckles, and chuckling a little with an inflection of predatorial glee.

Spider-Man readjusts himself, also readying for a fight.

But he tries not to instigate anything further, "We don't have to do this." Spider-Man says

"Heh, true, but... why not."

Aramusha throws a blindingly quick set of jabs and a barrage of kicks.

Spider-Man blocks a few thanks to his spider-sense, but it doesn't do much, as a few punches hit his stomach and kick brutally connecting with Spider-Man's face, and sides thanks to the speed of Aramusha's attacks.

A roundhouse kick is thrown at Spider-Man, and he blocks it.

Then he grabs it, tossing Aramusha away from him Spider-Man is now on the offensive running up with a left knee shot to the face, connecting to a hard crack. The onslaught isn't done as Spider-Man charges swinging hard hooks, and each hook gets blocked, but they become harder to stop because of their speed. A flip kick is shot out, connecting to the chin, breaking Aramusha's defense, and throwing webs on the ground. A diving punch hits the Aramusha, and he tries to secure a spinning jump kick aiming for the Aramusha's side it gets blocked. Still, the Aramusha gets pushed a bit to the left because of the pressure of the kick.

After readjusting, Aramusha propels himself using his ghost-like super speed to send a barrage of wing-Chun body jabs, each blow feeling like brutal steel beating on Spider-Man's ribs. After a couple of minutes, he stops the storm of attacks by doing the one-inch punch open palm technique, and an uppercut is thrown. A sickening crack can be heard, and Spiderman slides back because of the force of the uppercut. His arms are grabbed, pulling him into a headbutt.

Then he gets thrown over Aramusha's shoulder, pinning him down with a brutal takedown laughing as he attacks vigorously.

Meanwhile, Nick Fury now orders agents to involve themselves. They activate stealth modes preparing themselves to apprehend both Spider-Man and Aramusha for purposes only Fury knows.

They quietly march toward both vigilantes. The agents watch what is happening to see Spider-Man being hit pretty harshly before Aramusha can even throw out another punch; a kick is launched at Aramusha's head, removing Aramusha from Spider-Man.

Spider-Man flips himself up. He's a little dazed but confidently shrugs it off, setting himself to continue the fight Spider-Man is now in his famous Spider stance. Aramusha sees this and becomes ecstatic with joy cackling as a toddler would on Christmas Eve

"Y'know, I wasn't expecting much from you, Spidey-Chan~ but color me impressed you know how to throw some good hits. So my only question is that all ya got, Spidey-Chan?"

Speaks the Aramusha with a battle-hungry tone

"You've got a black belt in stupid if you think you're gonna beat me."

Spider-Man vocalizes with confidence.

"HehAHAHAHAHA, ALRIGHT ITS SHOWTIME."

Exclaimed Aramusha with even more violent joy.

Both are evenly matched in skill. Spider-Man has the agility and a moderate strength advantage being strong enough to hold back a subway train, and the spider-sense gives him a decent defensive hand compared to his opponent.

Aramusha, on the other hand, has experience with martial arts, probably being on par with Captain America if given a chance. In addition, Aramusha has speed in spades, giving him a better way to overload Spider-Man's senses to get in a couple of decent attacks to limit defensive tactics.

Both of them look at each other, determination eminent in their eyes. Spider-Man positions his body in an acrobatically defensive stance similar to his idle animation in the marvel vs. capcom games, and he's holding a stern glare from his mask. Aramusha has a more combative stance arching his head down slightly, and his body is in a style similar to Goro Majima's mad Dog of Dojima, with his arms in more of a feral monkey-like/assassin's fist position, legs moving in an energetic capoeira movement.

The oni mask eyes glitter brightly as new year fireworks with shades of bright teal and a dark purplish red. The masked smile has this mischievous psychotic look plastered upon it.

No one moves just yet; a dead choking silence surrounds them both. There's absolutely no noise for a few minutes, but then the Aramusha rushes Spider-Man mist erupts from him, and he appears in front of Spider-Man in a flash. A Shoryuken is thrown, connecting with Spider-Man's jaw Aramusha tries to add a jumping roundhouse, but Spider-Man's spider-sense kicks in a little bit late,

but he blocks the kick, grabs the leg, and spins Aramuasha off of him, launching Aramusha a good couple of feet away doing a web strike attack, creating an opening for a string of acrobatic attacks similar to Spider-Man PS4 and web of shadows.

Aramusha can barely defend against this combo attack; A flurry of punches and kicks starts to overwhelm Aramusha incredibly Spider-Man tries to swing one more punch, but Aramusha becomes intangible; the punch misses hitting a wall Aramusha giggles a little

"Well, gotta hand it to ya; really know how to make a guy feel touched!"

He punches spider-man with a two-piece punch combo.

Knock-out gas grenades are thrown at both characters' feet just before any retaliation from Spidey can occur.

It explodes, sending out heavy chloroform gas to both Spider-Man and Aramusha accidentally inhales some of it, rendering them both unconscious. As they are on the ground, knocked out, an agent taps his earpiece. "Director Fury, the target has been apprehended, but Spider-man was caught in the crossfire. What're your orders, Sir?

"Bring them to the Hellicarrier. I'll deal with both of them later.