Peter caught the shipping container and set it down quickly.

He backflipped and dodged Ottar's fist, which cracked the asphalt. He attached webs to the shipping container and slammed it into Ottar's back.

Ottar stumbled forward, and Peter's knee met his face.

Ottar was able to grab Peter's ankle and throw him across the docks. Peter expertly moved his body and landed on his feet.

He ducked under Ottar's punch before uppercutting him in the chin.

Ottar grabbed Peter's wrist and pulled his arm up. Once Peter's face was in front of Ottar's, he head-butted him.

Ottar then tossed Peter aside like garbage.

Peter landed with a roll but quickly shot back to his feet. He jumped back, avoiding Ottar's fist before grabbing it and throwing him over his shoulder.

Ottar's back slammed into the ground causing the asphalt to crack under his sheer size and weight.

Peter went to shoot a web, but Ottar moved surprisingly fast for someone of his size.

He grabbed Peter's ankle and swept his leg out from under him. Peter struggled to get his balance as Ottar shot to his feet and elbowed Peter in the gut.

Peter hunched over as Ottar grabbed his head and kneed him in the face. Peter stumbled back, not holding his nose as that would leave him defenseless.

Peter jumped back as Ottar's fist hit the ground. Seriously with how much he cracked the pavement, how was his fist not bleeding already?

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"You're getting slow, spider. Tired?" Ottar asked.

"Don't know what you're talking about, Ottar. I'm right as rain."

Ottar rolled his eyes. "Right, and I'm a good guy."

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Ottar ripped the door off a shipping container and threw it at Peter.

Peter jumped over it before webbing it to the ground so it couldn't be used.

Ottar threw another one, but Peter grabbed it and threw it back.

Ottar crossed his arms into an X as the door hit him. His feet dragged across the ground as the force of the throw pushed him back.

Ottar dropped his arms right as Peter dropkicked him in the face.

Blood spurted from Ottar's nose as Peter most likely broke it from the force of his kick.

Peter then shot a web to a dock crane and pulled it down. Thanks to his super strength pulling it down wasn't a problem for him.

He grabbed it and threw it at Ottar, having it hit him in the stomach.

Ottar fell to his knees from the force of the blow. He was clutching his stomach as the crane was still buried there.

Peter webbed Ottar up to the crane and tried to go and help Bell.

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"You lose," Ottar coldly said.

Before Peter could even react, Ottar broke free from Peter's web, grabbing the crane; in the process, he threw it at Peter with all his might.

The crane slammed into Peter's side, sending the man flying and crashing into the watery depths.

"Almost had me, Peter. Keyword almost. Come on, Prowler, leave the boy," Ottar said, walking away.

He stopped, however, and looked at Prowler in surprise.

"Hmm, didn't think you'd be this pretty," Ottar complimented.

Prowler put her mask back on and looked over to Bell's bloody and broken body on the ground.

His wound from the rebar had reopened, and blood was pouring out on the docks. His breathing was labored and raggedy, and half his mask was shattered, revealing his red eye.

"Damn, you fucked the poor kid up," Ottar chuckled.

Prowler turned and looked at the boy.

"I barely did anything. Most of his injuries are from you dropping a building on him," Prowler explained, her voice indifferent.

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"Give up, boy, you're too injured to fight," Prowler stated.

Bell was barely able to stand. His eyes felt heavy, and his mind numb.

"I-I can still fight," he spat out.

Prowler let out a sigh of disappointment.

"So be it."

Prowler cracked her baton across Bell's face.

Bell, in his injured and tired state, didn't even react in time to realize he had been hit.

That was until he was hit again. Bell stumbled back as Prowler struck again and again.

Bell raised his arms to block and successfully did so.

Prowler pulled her arm back and aimed lower, hitting Bell in his knee.

Bell yelled in pain as his knee gave out from under him and forced him to kneel.

His arms fell to his side, and Prowler's baton slammed into the left side of his face shattering part of his mask.

Prowler stopped her beat down as Bell kneeled on the ground panting. He barely had any energy left.

He was tired, his left arm broken, and he was slowly bleeding out.

But he had to fight back. He had to stop her and Kingpin. He just needed one good hit, and that should even the odds.

Struggling to his feet, he poured every last ounce of his strength into his right fist. Stumbling forward, he threw his fist at Prowler's face.

Prowler stood there as she knew the punch wouldn't do much to her. This boy couldn't even stand, and his form was sloppy. So she stood there to let this red-eyed boy see how fruitless it was.

Bell's fist connected with her face, and the force of his punch knocked her mask off. Bell wasn't able to see her face, however, as all the strength in his body left him, causing him to fall face-first to the ground.

Prowler put a hand to her cheek and felt a bruise forming. She didn't expect him to hit her that hard, and why did it look like a forcefield formed around the boy's arm?

"Come on, Prowler, leave the boy."

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Ottar walked up and crouched in front of Bell.

"I have to say, kid. You've got guts. But you need more training as you're not ready for this. Once you've trained more, come and find me. Then we can have our battle."

Ottar then stood up and started walking away. But stopped as he felt a hand on his ankle. He looked down and saw Bell grabbing it.

"I-I'll stop y-you," Bell said as he pulled himself forward.

Ottar just sighed and tried to shake him off. But Bell's grip was iron tight, and he refused to let go.

"Come on, kid, let go," he said.

Bell didn't and kept holding on to him.

Ottar just sighed again as he just yanked harder, breaking Bell's hold.

"Like I said, Bell, you've got guts. I just don't wanna see them," Ottar stated as he walked away.

Bell didn't make another attempt to grab Ottar as his body refused to move. He watched as Kingpin and Prowler escaped, and he wasn't able to do a thing.

"KID" Peter yelled as he ran to Bell's body.

His suit was soaking wet and dripping water everywhere, but he didn't care. Bell was injured and was in need of medical attention.

"Hey, stay with me, kid; you're gonna be alright. I'll get you to a hospital," Peter frantically spoke as he picked Bell up.

Bell had a coughing fit before he answered. "No hospitals. Mom will find out my identity. Take me to my Grandparents. They'll be able to treat me."

Bell then passed out, and Peter started swinging as fast as he could to Zeus and Hera.

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The morning sun rose over Orario. The gang war was over, but hundreds were dead, and many more were injured.

News reports said both spider-men did their best but were overwhelmed by the sheer number of people fighting.

The city's eastern district was placed on lockdown by order of Freya in an attempt to catch the culprits responsible.

Schools were shut down and closed for the next week as people needed to spend time with their families. Or for the families who lost someone to mourn.

Hera looked at Bell's sleeping body on the couch in Zeus's office. She was able to patch him up as best she could. But thanks to Bell's healing factor, he was healing very fast.

His stab wound, which he got from the rebar, was already healed, and all that was left was a minor red dot, and his broken arm healed itself.

However, he was still covered in cuts and bruises. Luckily he was able to cover most of it with his clothes, but the ones on his face were noticeable.

Hera brushed a stand of Bell's hair out of his face and watched his chest rise and fall. She was careful where she touched his face as Bell's left eye was black.

She turned her head to Zeus's desk as she heard her phone buzzing. She picked it up and looked at the caller ID and saw it was Meteria.

She answered and heard a frantic Meteria on the line.

"Hera is Bell with you," she asked, her voice panicked.

"Yes, dear, he is. What's wrong."

"S-Seth's been shot and is in a coma. I wasn't able to reach Bell, and I was afraid something happened to him as well. I was just getting ready to check other hospitals to see if he was there."

Hera took a deep breath. Her adoptive son was shot and in a coma, and her Grandson was passed out on her couch.

"Ok, sweetie, take a deep breath for me."

Meteria did as Hera asked.

"Bell came over last night to make sure nothing happened to us. A few junkies came by to try and rob our medical facilities since the cops were focused on the East. Bell was able to fight them off but has a couple of bruises. Once he wakes up, Zeus will take him over. Just tell me what hospital you're at, and I'll be there."

Hera could hear Meteria sniffling.

"I-I'm at, uh, my workplace. Dian Chect Hospital"

"Ok, I'm on my way. I'll have Zeus bring Bell by when he wakes up."

"Thank you, Hera."

"It's not a problem, dear."

Hera then hung up and grabbed her purse. Zeus walked back into the room after using the bathroom and saw his wife ready to leave.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Seth has been shot and is in a coma. I'm heading over there now. Take Bell when he wakes up. Oh, also, his cover story is he protected us from junkies but got hurt in the process."

Zeus just nodded his head at his wife's explanation. He kissed her on the forward and watched as she left his office.

He then took the seat at Bell's side and watched as the boy slept peacefully. He wished Bell could just stay like this and not have to find out about his dad.

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A few hours later, Bell opened his eyes and saw his Grandpa next to him.

Bell sat up but let out a groan of pain as he did so. His Grandpa helped him as well.

"What time is it," Bell asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Almost noon. You've been asleep ever since Peter brought you here."

Bell just turned to look at Zeus.

"You know his identity as well," Bell asked, exasperated.

Zeus let out a small chuckle.

"Peter's your father's best friend. He's like a second son to me. I've known it was him since he started."

Bell just laughed. "Course you do."

Zeus then put a hand on Bell's shoulder. Bell looked at Zeus and saw the solemn look in his eyes. This worried Bell a little as he didn't know what was going on.

"What's wrong," he asked, nervousness in his voice.

Zeus took a deep breath before answering.

"Your fathers been shot, Bell. He's in a coma right now, but we don't know when he'll wake up. Peter also told me he was gonna decode Prowler's voice modulator to see if he would recognize her voice."

Bell's heart skipped a beat at the news. His father was shot. Where was he shot? How bad was it? Was his mom ok?

"I need to see them."

Bell quickly shot to his feet but promptly grasped his side as he felt pain shoot through him. He would've fallen to his knees if Zeus didn't catch him.

"Careful, boy, we'll head over now but let me help you. You took quite the beating," Zeus comforted.

Bell didn't protest as Zeus threw Bell's arm around his shoulder to help him walk.

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Meteria sat by her husband's side. He had been shot in the gut and shoulder. By the time paramedics got to him, he had lost a lot of blood.

He would pull through, but nobody knew when he would wake up. Hera was consoling Meteria as Alise had her back pressed against the doorframe and her arms crossed.

She was in her civilian clothes with a white tank top and jeans. The events of last night played through her mind, but one moment, in particular, had kept her awake all night.

Bell was the second Spider-Man.

He was the second Spider-Man, and he fought that monster of a man called Kingpin, and she just left him alone.

What type of cop is she if she let a kid fight the man who orchestrated this entire thing?

Alise was cut out of her thoughts, however, as shouting was heard.

"Sir, I can't let you in there. You need help."

"I said to move my dads in there."

"Bell, calm down. The nurse is just trying to do her job."

The door flung open, and the sight of Bell shocked his mother and Alise.

"Sir, I said-

"It's ok, Martha, he's my son," Meteria said.

Martha just huffed and left the room.

Bell limped over to his mom and took the other seat by her side. Meteria raised a shaky hand and touched Bell's face.

He winced but didn't protest as he knew his mother was just seeing if this was real or not.

"I thought we told you to lock the doors and stay home," Meteria said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You did. But I couldn't leave Grandma and Grandpa to fend for themselves."

Meteria scoffed.

"And in return, you fought a couple of junkies looking to get a fix. Honestly, Bell, what if they stabbed you."

Bell's hand subconsciously went to where he was stabbed.

"So what I say, home and let them fend for themselves just because there's a possibility I'll get hurt."

"Bell, you're just a boy. You shouldn't be involved in things like that."

"Mom, I know how to fight. I know how to protect people. I'm not just gonna sit by while Grandma and Grandpa needed help. That's not the way you raised me."

Zeus gestured with his head for Hera and Alise to leave with him. The two did as the argument between Bell and Meteria grew.

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Stepping out into the hall, the three went and stood by a vending machine. The halls were relatively empty as the chaos had died down a lot, and more and more people were able to be treated elsewhere.

"So I hear you know now," Zeus commented, taking his flask from his shirt pocket.

"Wait, she knows? How did she find out, and put that away" Hera said.

Alise cleared her throat.

"During the gang war, the one who orchestrated the whole thing captured me. He was able to predict Bell's every move because he knew Bell would come. When he did, Kingpin made him a deal. The two would fight, but Bell had to reveal his identity for me to leave before they did."

Alise was quiet for a moment as she recalled the memories.

"Bell did it without a second thought. He told me to run, and I did. I later found out the building they were in collapsed. Some cop I am."

Hera put a comforting hand on Alise's shoulder.

"You did the right thing in leaving. Bell may be a child still, but he's not a normal child anymore. He's almost not a child anymore. It's hard to believe how big he's gotten these days."

Zeus then handed his flask to Alise, which she took.

"Bell also has a heroic mindset. It was squashed by Alfia when she left him at F.E.A.S.T. that day. But ever since he started doing this, it's come back."

Alise took a swig of the flask feeling the burning sensation of whiskey go down her throat.

She thought about what Zeus and Hera said, and they were right. Bell wasn't a normal kid anymore, and he was almost an adult.

He wasn't the same little kid she knew. He was getting taller, smarter, and was thinking for himself. She let out a sad smile.

She was gonna miss that little boy.

But would welcome the young man that appeared when that little boy was gone.

The door to the hospital room opened as Bell stormed out.

"You deal with her. I'm taking a walk," he said, sounding annoyed.

Alise went to follow him, but Zeus stopped her.

"Let him walk it off. You know what he's been through. Give him some space before you talk to him," he calmly said.

Alise just nodded her head and remained in the hallway as Zeus and Hera went back into the hospital room.

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Bell walked down the halls of the hospital. His hands were in his pockets, and he was in a bad mood.

Why was his mom giving him shit when he was using his gifts to help people?

Shouldn't she be proud that he acted selflessly? Shouldn't she be proud that he 'protected' his grandparents from a bunch of junkies?

If she knew what really happened to him last night, would she change her tone or just scold him more?

Events of last night kept playing in Bell's mind over and over again.

All the fighting.

All the dying.

The fear of Alise being hurt or killed.

The fight against Ottar and the building crushing him.

He could still feel the phantom pain of where the rebar stabbed him. He looked at his left arm and saw it was fixed.

But he still felt the webbing he used as a makeshift cast. He can still feel the baton hitting him in the face.

The fear of death.

Bell struggled to catch his breath as his chest felt tight. He put his hand on the wall and faced away from everyone.

He just needed to calm down. Come on, Bell, calm down. You just need to catch your breath, is all.

After a few minutes, Bell was able to catch his breath. His hands were shaking, however, and he didn't know why.

Did he suffer some kind of nerve damage?

Before he could think of any more questions, he felt his phone ringing in his pocket. He grabbed it and answered it hearing Peter's voice.

"Yeah, Peter"

"Hey, Bell, heard about your dad. I'm on my way now."

"Oh ok"

"I've also called to tell you I was able to decode Prowler's voice. Are you sitting down"

"Not at the moment. Why?"

"Can you do that for me"

"Ok? Peter, what's going on," Bell asked as he sat down.

"I recognized the Prowler's voice. I found it odd she used a voice modulator as she never spoke whenever we fought. Part of me thought she was mute for a while. But after last night, I know that's not the case."

"Peter, you're making me nervous can you just get to the point"

"Right, I'm gonna play the audio clip. Make sure you're sitting down for this."

Bell confirmed he was, and Peter played the audio clip.

So Prowler care to explain why you're fighting this war," Peter asked.

"I'm getting paid," her clear voice replied.

Bell felt his heart sink as he knew this voice. But he kept listening, hoping he was wrong.

"So it's all about money, huh? All these people dead so that you could fill your pockets," Peter scoffed.

"That's not the only reason. But I feel no need to explain myself to you."

"Oh, what? You have some sick kid that needs the money. There are honest ways to make money, Prowler," Peter said.

"Like I said, spider, I have no need to explain the circumstances of my situation."

Peter just sighed. "Alright, guess I'm just taking you in the hard way then."

Hearing the clip finish, Bell just sat there in stunned silence.

"Bell, are you still there"

Bell didn't answer, but Peter could hear Bell's breathing on the other side.

Bell was still sitting there in silence. He felt the phone drop from his hand and clatter on the floor. His hand rested by his side as the Prowler's words played over and over again in his head.

Because he knew who she was. How couldn't he?

He'd recognize his aunt's voice anywhere.

Welp the war is over and Bell is traumatized. His dad's in a coma and his aunt's the Prowler(shocker)

Anyway I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you later.