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UNITED, DIVIDED
The lobby of Essex Biomedical Innovations was a stark contrast to the chaos brewing deep within its labyrinthine halls. Smooth marble floors gleamed under harsh LED lighting, and sleek metal accents gave the room an air of modern sophistication. It was the kind of place that radiated "untouchable corporate power," and Jubilee hated every inch of it.
She stood at the front desk, one hand on her hip and the other gripping a small, dog-eared notebook—Ben's notebook, to be specific. The torn cover and scribbled margins were unmistakably his, forgotten on the cafe table during their study session. She'd initially considered just holding onto it until their next meetup, but curiosity (and maybe a hint of worry) got the better of her when she noticed his phone location blinking at this address. And now she was here, arguing with a very unimpressed receptionist.
"I'm telling you," Jubilee said, her voice sharp and unyielding, "he's here. I *tracked his phone* to this exact location. Look." She held up her phone, the screen displaying a map with a blinking dot clearly showing Ben's phone inside the building.
The receptionist, whose name tag read "Kyle," maintained his professional demeanor but looked increasingly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but this is a restricted facility. If your... friend is here, it would be highly unusual."
Jubilee narrowed her eyes at him. "Unusual? You think I walked in here for fun? Trust me, Kyle, if I didn't know for a fact that his phone was *right here, I'd be anywhere else."
Kyle shifted nervously, glancing toward the security camera feed behind the desk. The screens displayed multiple angles of the building's interior, though the grainy images didn't offer any immediate answers. "I understand your concern, ma'am, but—"
"No, you don't understand," Jubilee interrupted, leaning forward on the desk. Her tone was firm but edged with frustration. "This isn't just about a lost notebook. Something's going on here, and I need to find him."
The receptionist faltered, his professional mask slipping slightly. "Look, I don't know what to tell you," he said, lowering his voice. "Even if your friend is here, he's somewhere he shouldn't be. You should leave before you get into trouble."
"Trouble?" Jubilee scoffed, crossing her arms. "Oh, trust me, Kyle, I'm not the one who should be worried about trouble."
She tapped her foot impatiently, her eyes darting to the security feeds behind him. The grainy images flickered with static, and for a brief moment, she thought she saw movement—a flash of red and blue darting across one of the screens. Her brow furrowed. "What was that?"
Kyle turned to look, but the screen had already shifted to another angle. "What was what?"
"That," Jubilee said, pointing at the monitor. "Something just moved. Red and blue."
Kyle hesitated, his fingers twitching over the keyboard. "I didn't see anything."
Jubilee huffed, rolling her eyes. "Of course you didn't. Typical corporate shill." She glanced back down at her phone, scrolling through her recent calls. If Kyle wasn't going to help her, she'd just have to take matters into her own hands.
With a sigh, Jubilee hit the call button on Ben's number and pressed the phone to her ear. The line rang once, twice, then a third time before connecting. "Come on, Ben, pick up," she muttered, pacing in front of the desk.
On the other end, the familiar sound of Ben's voice came through, though it was strained and breathless. "Not now, Jubilee!"
Jubilee's eyebrows shot up. "*Ben?*" she said, her tone shifting from frustration to triumph. "I *knew* it! You're here!"
"No, I'm not!" Ben shot back, his voice muffled by what sounded like heavy machinery and... was that a growl?
"Really? Because your phone says otherwise." Jubilee smirked, holding her phone up triumphantly. "I tracked you here, genius. Oh, and by the way, you left this." She waved his notebook in the air, though he obviously couldn't see it. "If you wanted me to babysit your stuff, you could've just asked."
The line crackled as Ben let out an audible groan. "Jubilee, this isn't the time—"
"I think it's the *perfect* time," she said, crossing her arms again. "What are you even doing in a creepy lab like this? You better not be involved in something shady."
"It's not shady!" Ben protested, though his voice was punctuated by a loud crash and what sounded like a monstrous snarl. "Look, I'll explain later. Just leave!"
Kyle, now thoroughly alarmed, watched Jubilee with wide eyes. "Is he—are you talking to someone *inside* the building?"
"Yup," Jubilee said without breaking stride. "The guy you just told me *isn't* here, by the way. Thanks for nothing, Kyle."
"Ma'am, you really need to leave," Kyle stammered, glancing nervously at the cameras again.
Jubilee ignored him, pacing faster as Ben continued to argue with her. "What's going on in there?" she demanded. "It sounds like a zoo."
"It's complicated," Ben said, dodging another attack on the other end of the line. "Just trust me and go!"
"Yeah, not happening," Jubilee shot back. "If you're in trouble, I'm not leaving until I know you're okay."
"Jubilee," Ben groaned, his tone exasperated. "You're not helping."
"Well, maybe if you told me what the hell is going on, I could."
"Monsters! Guards! A lady in a metal suit! Pick one!" Ben shouted, clearly distracted.
Jubilee paused, blinking. "Wait, did you just say monsters?"
"Yes!" Ben hissed. "Big, angry, ugly monsters! Now will you *please*—"
Another loud crash came through the line, followed by what sounded like Rick's booming voice in the background. "Scarlet Spider, move your butt or I'm feeding you to one of these things!"
"Scarlet Spider?" Jubilee repeated, her brow furrowing. "Who's that?"
"Not important!" Ben snapped. "Look, I'll explain everything later. Just—"
"I'm not leaving," Jubilee said firmly, cutting him off. "If you think I'm walking away now, you don't know me very well."
Kyle, thoroughly overwhelmed, raised his hands in surrender. "Ma'am, I—"
"Shut up, Kyle," Jubilee said without looking at him, her focus entirely on Ben.
The conversation ended abruptly as Ben hung up, leaving Jubilee to stare at her phone in disbelief. "Unbelievable," she muttered, shoving it into her pocket. She turned back to Kyle, whose expression was a mixture of panic and confusion.
"I think you need to leave," Kyle repeated weakly.
Jubilee sighed, rubbing her temples. "Kyle, if you don't want to help me, fine. But if something happens to him in there, I'm holding you personally responsible."
Kyle blinked, opening his mouth to respond, but Jubilee didn't wait for him. She turned sharply on her heel, her eyes narrowing as they flicked to the security monitors behind the desk. The grainy footage shifted between multiple angles of the facility's lower levels. For a split second, she caught a flicker of movement—a flash of red and blue zipping through a corridor. It was fast, but unmistakable.
Her jaw tightened. Whatever was happening, she wasn't leaving without answers.
"Okay," she muttered under her breath, pivoting back toward Kyle. "Last chance. You want to tell me what's going on, or do I have to find out the hard way?"
Kyle raised his hands defensively, his nervous smile practically plastered onto his face. "I—I don't know what you're talking about. This is a secure facility, and I really must insist that you—"
Jubilee cut him off with a flick of her wrist. Sparks of bright, multicolored light erupted from her palm, crackling and popping like tiny fireworks. Kyle's nervous expression twisted into one of outright panic as he stumbled backward, his chair tipping precariously before he caught himself on the edge of the desk.
"What the—what are you doing?!" Kyle stammered, his voice rising an octave.
"Helping myself," Jubilee replied coolly. The sparks in her hand grew brighter, pulsing with energy as she stepped forward. "Now, Kyle, you can either stay out of my way, or I can make this a lot more uncomfortable for you."
Kyle scrambled away from the desk, his hands raised in surrender. "Okay, okay! Just—just don't blow anything up!"
"Good choice," Jubilee said with a smirk. She turned toward the nearest hallway, already scanning her phone for the fastest route to Ben's location. Her steps were quick and deliberate, her sneakers squeaking faintly against the polished floor.
Jubilee barely made it halfway down the first corridor before two security guards appeared at the far end, drawn by the commotion in the lobby. Their black tactical gear and oversized weapons gave them the air of soldiers rather than rent-a-cops, and their hard expressions made it clear they weren't there to ask questions.
"Stop right there!" one of them barked, leveling his rifle.
Jubilee didn't stop. Instead, she raised her hand, releasing a sudden burst of fireworks that exploded in midair, dazzling the guards with blinding flashes and sharp pops. The nearest guard yelped, stumbling backward and clutching at his helmet as the light overloaded his visor.
"Sorry, boys," Jubilee muttered, darting past them as they flailed helplessly. "I'm on a mission."
The second guard tried to regain his composure, fumbling for his radio, but Jubilee flicked her wrist again, sending another volley of colorful sparks in his direction. The tiny explosions danced across his vision, forcing him to drop the radio and stagger against the wall.
She rounded the next corner, her heart pounding as she checked her phone. Ben's location was still erratic, bouncing between the lower levels of the facility. Whatever he was doing, it clearly wasn't going smoothly.
The deeper Jubilee went, the more unsettling the facility became. The polished marble floors gave way to cold, gray concrete, and the bright overhead lighting dimmed into a faint, flickering glow. The air grew colder, carrying a faint metallic tang that made her wrinkle her nose. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of heavy machinery hummed faintly, accompanied by sporadic bursts of crashing metal and what sounded suspiciously like animalistic snarls.
"This is fine," Jubilee muttered under her breath, clutching the notebook tighter against her chest. "This is totally fine. Creepy hallways? Snarling monsters? No problem."
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to check Ben's location again. The blinking dot was still moving, but it was closer now—just a few more turns away. The faint sound of voices drifted toward her, followed by another crash. She quickened her pace, her determination outweighing her growing unease.
As she reached the next corridor, another guard stepped out from a side door, his weapon already drawn. "Hold it right there!" he ordered, his voice firm.
Jubilee's eyes narrowed. "Yeah, I don't think so."
Before the guard could react, she threw another burst of fireworks directly at his feet. The multicolored explosions erupted in a dazzling display of light and sound, forcing him to shield his eyes. She darted past him before he could recover, her footsteps echoing loudly in the empty hallway.
The hallway ended in a heavy metal door with a glowing access panel. Jubilee hesitated for only a moment, glancing at her phone one last time to confirm Ben's location. He was just on the other side. She could hear the sounds of a struggle now—crashing, shouting, and the unmistakable snarl of something inhuman.
"Okay, Jubes," she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath. "No turning back now."
She raised her hand to the access panel, sparks dancing at her fingertips as she sent a tiny burst of energy into the mechanism. The panel fizzled and sparked, and the door slid open with a low groan.
What she saw on the other side made her stomach drop.
The room was massive, the kind of space that felt like a secret corporate playground for things better left undiscovered. Broken glass tanks and spilled bioluminescent fluid covered the floor, their shards crunching underfoot. Hulking, grotesque creatures—stitched-together amalgamations of muscle, bone, and sinew—thrashed wildly in every direction. Their guttural roars filled the air, mingling with the shouts of the room's occupants as chaos unfolded.
Ben—fully suited as Scarlet Spider—darted between the monsters, his web-shooters firing rapidly as he tried to pin one of the beasts to the ground. He leapt high into the air, narrowly dodging a massive clawed arm that slammed into the floor where he'd been moments before. "Any chance you guys want to call a truce?" he quipped, flipping mid-air and firing two weblines to restrain the creature's thrashing legs.
Looking like a human mountain was Rick Jones, locked in hand-to-hand combat with another creature. His massive hands gripped its snapping jaws, holding them apart with sheer brute force as the beast strained against him. "Any day now!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos. With a roar of effort, he slammed the creature into the ground, causing the floor to shudder beneath his weight.
At the far side of the room, Jubilee spotted someone else—someone she didn't recognize. A regal figure clad in gleaming vibranium armor stood amidst the chaos, her green cape billowing as she fought with precision and control. Shuri, in her guise as T'Channa, was utterly composed, even as a hulking beast charged toward her.
She raised her left arm, and her gauntlet lit up with a brilliant pulse of energy. With a single motion, she unleashed a focused blast that struck the creature square in the chest, sending it careening into the wall. The impact shattered a section of reinforced steel, and the beast collapsed in a heap, momentarily stunned.
Another creature lunged at her from the side, but Shuri was faster. She sidestepped gracefully, her armored boots gliding over the slippery floor as she raised her right arm to block its swipe. The beast's claws screeched against the vibranium, sparks flying as she deflected the blow. Before it could recover, she reached for her belt, producing a small, disk-shaped device. She tossed it under the creature, and the disk detonated with a controlled burst, releasing a wave of electromagnetic energy that froze the monster mid-charge.
"Stay down," she commanded, her voice modulated through her helm.
Jubilee barely registered her own steps as she moved further into the room, her eyes darting between the three figures who had somehow found themselves fighting alongside each other. The Scarlet Spider, the hulking brute, and the armored warrior moved in a chaotic but strangely coordinated rhythm, each contributing to holding back the tide of monsters.
"Oh, this is *so* not fine," Jubilee muttered, taking another step into the room. The chaos was too overwhelming for her to notice the smaller creature creeping toward her from the shadows.
T'Channa, however, saw it immediately. Her helm turned sharply, her glowing gauntlet already raised. "Move!" she barked, her voice cutting through the din.
Jubilee barely had time to react as a searing bolt of energy flew past her shoulder, striking the creature dead-on and sending it skidding across the floor. She turned, wide-eyed, to see the armored figure striding toward her with purpose.
"Who are you?" T'Channa demanded, her voice sharp and authoritative as she prepared for whatever trouble this newcomer might bring.
Jubilee blinked, still gripping Ben's notebook tightly. "Uh... I'm with him," she said, pointing vaguely in Ben's direction. "Kinda."
T'Channa didn't look convinced, but there was no time to argue. Another roar echoed from the far side of the room as one of the larger creatures broke free from its webbing. T'Channa turned back toward the fray, raising both gauntlets as the fight continued to spiral out of control.
The lab was a symphony of chaos, a cacophony of snarls, crashes, and the desperate sounds of battle. It seemed as if the entire facility was unraveling at the seams. Massive creatures thrashed and clawed their way through the shattered remnants of their glass enclosures, their grotesque forms dripping with glowing green fluid. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals and something far more primal—an acrid, metallic tang that seemed to cling to the back of the throat.
Scarlet Spider, clung to the wall high above the fray, his lenses narrowing as he surveyed the situation. From this vantage point, he could see just how out of control things had become. Three of the creatures—hulking masses of sinew and jagged bone—were bearing down on Rick, who stood his ground in the middle of the room like an immovable mountain. The beasts snarled and lunged at him, their claws raking across his skin with a sound like nails on steel. Rick barely flinched.
"Come on, is that all you've got?" Rick growled, his deep voice cutting through the noise. He ducked under one swipe, then drove his massive fist into the side of the nearest creature. The impact was like a thunderclap, sending the beast sprawling into a pile of shattered glass and metal. It howled in rage but scrambled back to its feet, its glowing yellow eyes locked on Rick.
On the far side of the room, Shuri moved with precision and grace. Her vibranium gauntlets hummed with energy as she fired controlled pulses at the advancing monsters. Each shot was calculated, aimed at weak points in their grotesque anatomies. A larger creature, its back bristling with sharp, quill-like spines, charged at her with a guttural roar. Shuri didn't flinch. She sidestepped at the last possible moment, letting the creature's momentum carry it into a nearby tank. The impact shattered the glass, sending a cascade of glowing liquid spilling across the floor.
Shuri raised her gauntlet, her voice calm yet commanding. "Containment is the priority. Focus on disabling the remaining creatures."
"Easy for you to say!" Ben called down, flipping out of the way as a spiked tail lashed toward him. He fired a webline, snagging the creature's tail and yanking it backward, but the beast barely seemed to notice. "These things don't exactly come with an off switch!"
Jubilee, standing near the entrance, watched the chaos unfold with wide eyes. She had jumped into action moments after entering, instinctively hurling bursts of fireworks at the creatures to distract them. But as the battle raged on, she began to realize just how outmatched they were.
One of the smaller creatures—a wiry, insect-like thing with too many legs—skittered toward her with alarming speed. Jubilee raised her hand and sent a burst of fireworks straight into its face. The crackling lights exploded with a deafening pop, and the creature reeled back, its mandibles snapping in fury.
"Oh no, you don't!" Jubilee muttered, sending another volley of fireworks at the creature. This time, it collapsed in a smoking heap, twitching slightly before going still.
She barely had time to catch her breath before another monster—a hulking brute with bulging muscles and razor-sharp claws—turned its attention toward her. It roared, its glowing eyes narrowing as it charged.
Jubilee braced herself, her hands sparking with energy, but before the creature could reach her, a webline shot out from above, wrapping around its torso and yanking it sideways.
"You're welcome!" Ben shouted, swinging across the room and landing gracefully on a nearby wall.
"Yeah, thanks, Spider-Man," Jubilee shot back, panting.
"Scarlet Spider!" Ben corrected, leaping out of the way as another monster swiped at him.
The room was a chaotic battlefield, with the creatures seemingly adapting to the situation. They moved with unsettling coordination, as if testing the heroes' limits. The air was filled with the sound of smashing glass, snarling beasts, and the sharp thwip of Ben's webs as he tried to keep the monsters contained. Yet for every creature they knocked down, another seemed to rise, their numbers seemingly endless.
Rick grabbed another creature by the neck, his massive hands tightening around its slimy hide. With a grunt, he hoisted it overhead and slammed it into the ground, the impact shaking the floor. "We're not gonna win this just by punching, people!" he shouted, glancing toward Shuri. "Any brilliant ideas, Metal Lady?"
"T'Channa," Shuri corrected, her voice calm despite the chaos. "And I'm working on it."
She tapped a sequence into her gauntlet, scanning the room for any tactical advantage. Her lenses flickered as she analyzed the creatures' movements, looking for patterns. But the more she observed, the more she realized they were dealing with something far more dangerous than mindless beasts.
"These creatures are adapting," she said, her tone grim. "If they escape, this facility won't be the only thing at risk."
"Well, that's not terrifying at all," Ben muttered, firing another webline to pin one of the creatures to the floor. "Any chance we can un-adapt them?"
"Containment is still the objective," Shuri replied, firing another pulse at a charging beast. "Focus your efforts on keeping them inside the facility."
"Got it!" Rick grunted, tossing another creature into a wall with enough force to leave a dent. He glanced at Jubilee, who was furiously blasting another monster with fireworks. "Hey, kid! Keep those light shows coming!"
Jubilee nodded, her hands glowing as she prepared another burst. "You don't have to tell me twice!"
But even as they fought to contain the creatures, the situation was spiraling further out of control. The beasts were relentless, and for every one they took down, another seemed to find a way out. The air vents, the shattered tanks, even the unconscious guards—they were all potential escape routes.
And the heroes were running out of time.
The tide of battle shifted as the creatures began to show a disturbing level of awareness. What initially appeared to be frenzied, instinctive attacks now revealed a twisted intelligence lurking beneath their grotesque forms. They weren't just fighting—they were learning.
One of the larger monsters, a hulking beast with jagged bone protrusions running down its spine, crouched low as Rick Jones approached. It let out a guttural growl, its glowing yellow eyes locked onto him. Rick lunged forward, aiming to grab it by the shoulders, but the creature shifted with uncanny speed, sidestepping his attack. It twisted its massive torso and slammed its spiked tail into Rick's side, sending him stumbling backward.
"They're getting smarter!" Rick bellowed, shaking off the blow. His voice was thick with frustration as he squared up for another attack. "Did they always fight like this?"
"No," Shuri replied sharply, her vibranium-clad fingers flying across the holographic controls on her gauntlet. Her lenses flickered as they scanned the creatures' movements, analyzing their patterns. "They're adapting to our tactics. Every move we make, they adjust."
Rick grunted as the creature charged him again, this time feinting to the left before striking at his right flank. He barely managed to block the attack, grabbing the beast's clawed arm and twisting it sharply. "Great. So now we've got smart monsters. Just what we needed."
Across the room, Ben Reilly darted between the thrashing monsters, his Scarlet Spider suit practically a blur of red and blue. From his position on the wall, he had a clear view of the chaos unfolding below—and the growing problem. One of the creatures, a sinewy, insectoid beast with elongated limbs, was clawing its way up the wall toward a ventilation duct. Its long, serrated claws tore through the metal grating with ease, prying it open and slipping inside.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Ben muttered, firing a webline at the creature. The sticky strand latched onto one of its legs, and Ben yanked hard, pulling it back out of the vent. The creature let out an ear-piercing screech, twisting in midair as it lashed out with its claws, slicing clean through the webbing.
Ben's lenses narrowed. "Okay, that's new." He flipped off the wall just as the creature lunged at him, landing gracefully on the ground and firing another pair of weblines. This time, he aimed for the creature's torso, pinning it to the floor. "Stay put, ugly."
But even as he secured one, another slipped through. A gelatinous mass, shimmering faintly under the fluorescent lights, oozed its way out of a shattered tank. It moved like liquid mercury, undulating across the floor in a near-silent glide. Before anyone could react, it flowed toward one of the unconscious guards sprawled near the wall. The goo-like creature quivered for a moment before surging forward, forcing itself into the guard's mouth and down his throat.
Jubilee, who had been fending off another monster nearby, froze in horror. "What the—did that thing just—"
"Yes," Shuri interjected, her voice tense. She raised her gauntlet, taking aim at the guard's now-motionless body. "That's an assimilation behavior. It's using the host as a vessel."
Before she could fire, the guard's body convulsed violently. His limbs twisted at unnatural angles, his spine arching as the creature took control. When his eyes snapped open, they glowed with the same eerie light as the monsters. With a low, guttural growl, the reanimated guard turned toward Jubilee and began to move.
"Great," Jubilee muttered, stepping back as her hands began to spark with fireworks. "Because this situation wasn't bad enough already."
The guard-turned-creature lunged at her, moving with unnerving speed. Jubilee threw up her hands, releasing a burst of multicolored energy that exploded in its face. The force of the blast sent it staggering backward, but it didn't stop. It lowered its head and charged again, its movements jerky and unnatural.
"Any bright ideas, T'Channa?" Ben called out, dodging another creature's swipe. He leapt onto the wall, narrowly avoiding a second attack. "Because this is starting to look like a losing fight!"
"Containment is still the objective," Shuri replied, her voice calm despite the chaos. She fired a pulse of energy at the reanimated guard, sending it crashing into a nearby console. Sparks flew as the control panel short-circuited, adding another layer of chaos to the scene.
"Yeah, well, containment's looking pretty shaky right now!" Rick shouted, slamming another creature into the floor. He glanced toward the air ducts, where two more monsters were already making their escape. "We've got runners, Metal Lady!"
"T'Channa!" Shuri corrected, firing another precise shot at an advancing beast. "And I'm aware."
The creatures' movements grew more erratic, more focused. They weren't just attacking anymore—they were escaping. One of the larger beasts, its body bristling with sharp spines, barreled toward a broken tank. Its massive claws dug into the concrete as it launched itself upward, tearing through an exposed air duct and disappearing into the dark void beyond.
Another, a smaller, winged creature with bat-like features, flapped its leathery wings and soared toward the ceiling. Ben fired a webline at it, but the creature twisted in midair, dodging the shot with almost unnatural precision. It darted toward an open vent, disappearing into the maze of ducts that led to the outside world.
On the ground, the gelatinous creatures continued to slither toward unconscious guards, forcing themselves into their hosts and reanimating them with horrifying efficiency. The newly assimilated guards rose, their glowing eyes scanning the room before moving with purpose toward the nearest exit.
Shuri's lenses flickered as she tracked their movements, her gauntlets glowing brighter. "They're breaching containment," she said, her tone clipped. "If we don't stop them here, this will become a citywide threat."
"Well, that's just fantastic," Ben muttered, flipping out of the way as another creature lunged at him. He fired a webline at its back, yanking it away from the door it had been trying to claw open. "What's the plan, boss?"
Rick, grappling with yet another beast, growled in frustration. "The plan is to stop these things from getting out! Or do I have to do all the heavy lifting?"
"Keep them occupied," Shuri ordered, her tone sharp. "I'll handle the reanimated hosts. Jubilee, focus on the vents."
"Got it!" Jubilee shouted, raising her hands and firing a series of fireworks toward the nearest air duct. The colorful explosions created a dazzling barrier, forcing one of the winged creatures to veer off course. "Take that, you ugly piece of—"
Her victory was short-lived as another creature broke free, sprinting toward the shattered doors at the far end of the room. The battle was becoming increasingly desperate, and despite their best efforts, the creatures were slipping through their grasp.
The battle raged on, the lab a cacophony of snarls, crashes, and shouts. The heroes scrambled to maintain some semblance of control as the monstrous creatures adapted and pushed harder. Jubilee dodged another swipe from one of the creatures, her sparking hands ready with bursts of energy as she ducked and weaved through the chaos.
Ben swung overhead, firing a webline to pin one of the larger beasts to the ground. "T'Channa!" he called out, his lenses narrowing as he perched on the wall. "Any idea how many of these things we're dealing with?"
"Not yet," Shuri replied, her calm voice cutting through the din as she fired another precise blast from her gauntlet at a creature attempting to break for a vent. "But focus on containment. If they reach the surface, this city will be in chaos."
Ben let out a frustrated sigh, flipping through the air to land on a nearby console. "Yeah, I got the whole 'containment' thing," he muttered, dodging a swipe from another beast. "But how about some names, huh? I'm Scarlet Spider. You're T'Channa. What are we supposed to call him?" He jabbed a thumb toward Rick, who was in the middle of body-slamming a snarling, hulking creature.
Rick glanced up, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he grabbed the beast by its spiny neck and hurled it into a wall. "What, 'Big Guy' doesn't work for you?"
"Not really," Ben quipped, firing another webline at a creature trying to climb toward a vent. "We've got a whole theme going here, and you're kind of killing it."
Rick chuckled, rolling his shoulders as he squared off against another monster. "Fine. Call me A-Bomb."
"A-Bomb?" Jubilee called out from across the room, blasting a smaller creature with a burst of fireworks. The colorful explosions lit up the lab, forcing the creature to recoil in confusion. "Seriously? That's the best you've got?"
"Hey, it works!" Rick shot back, slamming his fist into the ground to send a shockwave through the floor. The force knocked another group of creatures off their feet, buying them precious seconds. "And it sounds a hell of a lot cooler than 'Spider Guy.'"
"It's Scarlet Spider!" Ben groaned, leaping off the console to deliver a web-coated kick to another creature. "Get it right!"
Jubilee rolled her eyes at their banter, though a small smile tugged at her lips. Her sparking hands crackled with energy as she turned her attention back to the fight. A cluster of smaller, insect-like creatures skittered toward an open air duct, their serrated legs clicking against the floor.
"Oh, no, you don't," she muttered, raising her hands. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a volley of fireworks that exploded in a dazzling burst, cutting the creatures off. The bright lights and sharp pops sent them scrambling back, their screeches reverberating through the room.
"Nice timing!" A-Bomb called out, throwing another creature into the remains of a shattered tank. "You've got a good arm, kid."
"Thanks," Jubilee replied, panting slightly as she readied another burst. "But I'm not just the light show, you know."
She caught sight of another creature breaking for a vent, its wiry frame moving with unnerving speed. Jubilee raised her hands, her sparks glowing brighter, and fired a concentrated blast at its legs. The creature stumbled, its momentum broken, and she followed up with a second burst to keep it down.
"Not bad for your first monster fight," Ben called out, flipping over a thrashing beast and firing a webline at its snapping jaws. "Could use a little more style, though."
"Style?" Jubilee shot back, blasting another creature. "Says the guy wearing a hoodie."
"It's a sleeveless hoodie," Ben corrected, narrowly dodging a claw swipe. "Big difference."
Despite the chaos, the group was starting to find a rhythm. Shuri—T'Channa—moved with precision, her vibranium armor glowing as she delivered precise strikes to the advancing creatures. A-Bomb held the line with brute strength, his massive frame an immovable wall against the horde. Scarlet Spider darted between them, his webbing keeping the monsters pinned and disoriented.
And Jubilee? She was right in the thick of it, her fireworks bursting with dazzling intensity as she cut off the creatures' escape routes. Every time one of them made a break for the vents or the unconscious guards, she was there to stop it.
"Kid's got some spark," A-Bomb said, grabbing a snarling beast and slamming it into the ground. He glanced at Jubilee, a hint of approval in his voice. "You sure you've never done this before?"
"Not unless you count fireworks shows," Jubilee replied, sending another burst of light and sound toward an advancing monster. "But I guess this isn't too different."
"Different enough," T'Channa interjected, her voice sharp but not unkind. "Stay focused. We can't afford any distractions."
"Got it, boss," Jubilee muttered, her eyes narrowing as she tracked another creature heading for the vents. She raised her hands and let loose a barrage of fireworks, the multicolored explosions forcing it to retreat.
As the fight wore on, the makeshift team began to trust one another's instincts. A-Bomb used his strength to corral the larger creatures, forcing them into areas where T'Channa and Scarlet Spider could immobilize them. Jubilee focused on cutting off escape routes, her fireworks creating barriers of light and sound that disoriented the monsters and bought the others precious seconds.
"You've got potential," Ben said as he swung past Jubilee, firing a webline at a creature's legs to trip it. "Might even survive this."
"Gee, thanks," Jubilee replied, rolling her eyes but smiling faintly. "You're really great for morale."
"Just calling it like I see it," Ben quipped, flipping out of the way as another creature swiped at him.
The alarms blared louder now, their shrill wail echoing through the ruined lab as the chaos spiraled further out of control. The automated voice overhead announced the dire situation with cold precision: "Containment breach detected. Multiple entities unaccounted for. Security protocols engaged."
Scarlet Spider perched on the edge of a broken console, his lenses narrowing as he surveyed the room. It was worse than he thought. The monsters weren't just breaking free—they were actively working toward escape. Every vent, every shattered door, every unconscious guard was another potential avenue for the creatures to spread their chaos.
"Uh, T'Channa?" Scarlet Spider called out, swinging to the ceiling to avoid a claw swipe from one of the larger beasts. "Hate to state the obvious, but this whole 'containment' thing isn't going so great."
T'Channa stood in the center of the fray, her vibranium armor glinting in the flickering red emergency lights. Her lenses flickered as her helm scanned the room, tracking the movements of every creature. She raised one gauntlet and fired a precision energy blast, striking a gelatinous creature as it tried to ooze its way into an air duct. The creature shuddered and collapsed, its form dissolving into a viscous puddle.
"Containment is still the objective, Scarlet Spider," T'Channa replied, her voice calm despite the chaos. "Focus on keeping them inside."
"Yeah, about that," Scarlet Spider shot back, flipping out of the way as another beast lunged at him. "Might be easier if they weren't so good at adapting. You've got a backup plan, right?"
Before T'Channa could respond, a reanimated guard lunged at her, its movements jerky and unnatural. She sidestepped with practiced precision, her cape flaring behind her as she grabbed the guard's arm and twisted it sharply. The guard collapsed to the ground, and T'Channa raised her other gauntlet, delivering a disabling pulse to its chest.
"We make the plan as we go," T'Channa said, turning toward the next threat. "A-Bomb, keep the larger ones away from the exits."
"On it!" A-Bomb bellowed, grabbing a hulking beast by the shoulders and slamming it into the ground. The creature roared, clawing at him, but A-Bomb barely flinched. "But they're not exactly lining up to cooperate!"
Across the room, Jubilee was holding her own, her fireworks bursting with dazzling intensity as she cut off another group of smaller creatures heading for the vents. "Not to add to the bad news," she called out, sending a burst of energy at a creature trying to claw its way up the wall, "but I think some of them already got out!"
Scarlet Spider swung past her, firing a webline to pin a winged beast to the ceiling. "Yeah, I noticed! And I'm guessing whatever's outside is not ready for these things."
Jubilee glanced at the shattered tanks and the open vents, her stomach twisting. She'd never thought of herself as a hero, but the thought of these creatures loose in the city was enough to light a fire in her. She raised her hands, her sparks growing brighter as she blasted another monster trying to escape. "Not on my watch," she muttered.
Despite their efforts, the creatures were relentless. One of the larger beasts, its back bristling with spines, barreled toward a side door that had been partially blown open during the fight. Scarlet Spider swung in front of it, firing a rapid volley of webs to block the exit.
"Not so fast, Spiky," he quipped, landing in front of the door. The creature snarled, slamming into the webbing with enough force to crack the wall. "Okay, maybe a little too fast."
A-Bomb charged in from the side, grabbing the creature by its shoulders and wrestling it away from the door. "You've got the jokes, Spider," he grunted, slamming the beast into the ground. "I'll do the heavy lifting."
"Thanks, A-Bomb," Scarlet Spider said, flipping back onto a nearby wall. "Big fan of you throwing things that aren't me."
"Don't tempt me," A-Bomb replied with a smirk, tossing the dazed creature aside.
But for every monster they stopped, another seemed to find a way out. A gelatinous creature slithered toward an unconscious guard, its liquid form shimmering faintly under the emergency lights. It surged forward, forcing itself into the guard's mouth. Within seconds, the guard convulsed violently, his glowing eyes snapping open as he rose, now fully under the creature's control.
"Great," Jubilee muttered, blasting another creature trying to climb into a vent. "Now they're making zombies. Because this wasn't creepy enough already."
"Focus!" T'Channa snapped, her gauntlet firing another pulse at a reanimated guard. "Containment first. Worry about their methods later."
Another winged creature flapped its leathery wings, heading for the ceiling. Scarlet Spider fired a webline, snagging its leg, but the creature twisted midair and tore through the webbing with its claws.
"Okay, they're definitely learning," Scarlet Spider said, flipping out of the way as the creature lunged at him. "And I'm starting to think we're losing this one."
The alarms overhead grew louder, and the automated voice returned: "Containment failure imminent. External breach detected. Evacuation protocols initiated."
T'Channa's lenses flickered as she scanned the room, tracking the creatures that had already escaped. "We're out of time," she said, her voice sharp. "Scarlet Spider, cut off the air ducts. Jubilee, focus on the smaller ones. A-Bomb, hold the main exit."
"You got it, boss," Jubilee replied, blasting another creature as it darted toward a broken tank.
"On it!" A-Bomb shouted, planting himself in front of the main door like an unmovable wall.
Scarlet Spider swung to the ceiling, sealing one of the open vents with a thick layer of webbing. "Not exactly a permanent fix," he muttered, "but it'll slow them down."
Despite their efforts, the monsters continued to press forward. And as the battle raged on, it became clear that this was no longer just a lab problem—this was about to become Kansas City's problem.
/ / /
Above the Kansas City skyline, a sleek private jet cut through the twilight, its polished black fuselage gleaming faintly in the fading sunlight. Inside the luxurious cabin, Nathaniel Essex sat in a high-backed leather chair, the epitome of composed elegance. His crimson eyes scanned the open pages of a thick leather-bound notebook, its contents filled with diagrams, formulas, and the careful, obsessive notes of a mind that had long surpassed conventional human intellect.
The soft clink of a glass drew his attention momentarily. A steward in a crisp black uniform placed a fresh glass of red wine on the table beside him. Essex nodded absently in acknowledgment, his long fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the notebook as he returned his focus to his work.
It was the kind of tranquility that Essex thrived on—controlled, deliberate, productive. And it was about to be shattered.
The phone on the armrest of his chair vibrated, its screen lighting up with an incoming call. Essex's sharp features tightened slightly, a faint flicker of annoyance crossing his face. With a deliberate motion, he picked up the device and answered.
"Essex," he said, his tone clipped and precise.
On the other end, a voice crackled with a mixture of panic and urgency. "Dr. Essex, this is Branch Director Miranda Kane, Kansas City EBI," the woman said, her voice trembling slightly but retaining an air of professionalism. "We have a situation."
Essex leaned back in his chair, his crimson eyes narrowing. "Define 'situation,' Director Kane."
Miranda Kane's voice wavered as she continued. "There's been a containment breach at the facility. Multiple assets have escaped their enclosures, and—"
Essex interrupted, his tone icy. "And the security measures I designed are failing?"
"Yes, sir," Kane admitted reluctantly. Her voice grew more urgent. "We've initiated lockdown protocols, but the containment breach is escalating. Some of the entities have already escaped into the city."
Essex's hand tightened around the phone, his jaw clenching as the words registered. He sat forward slightly, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim cabin light. "Escaped?" he repeated, his voice dangerously soft. "How could they escape with my protocols in place?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Kane's hesitation was palpable. "Sir... we also have intruders."
Essex's eyes flashed, the faint glow intensifying. "Intruders?" he repeated, his voice laced with a simmering fury.
"Yes, sir," Kane said, her voice faltering slightly. "Three, possibly four individuals. They've disrupted containment, and the situation has—"
Before she could finish, Essex's hand clenched the phone with such force that it cracked audibly. The plastic and circuitry crumpled under his grip, and he let the ruined device fall to the floor.
The steward, standing nearby, flinched at the sudden outburst but remained silent, his eyes fixed on the ground.
Essex rose to his full height, his imposing frame cutting a commanding figure as he stepped toward the cabin window. He gazed out at the city below, his expression dark and calculating. The faint lights of Kansas City twinkled in the distance, oblivious to the chaos brewing beneath them.
"Turn this plane around," Essex ordered, his voice like ice. "Immediately."
The pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. "Yes, sir. Adjusting course now."
Essex clasped his hands behind his back, his crimson eyes fixed on the horizon as the plane began its slow arc back toward Kansas City. His mind was already racing, calculating the damage, the risks, and the inevitable costs of this failure. Containment breaches were inconvenient enough, but intruders? That was unacceptable.
/ / /
Back in the Kansas City EBI facility, Director Miranda Kane stood in her office, staring at the shattered remains of her desk phone. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed down the lapel of her blazer, a gesture that did little to hide the tension in her movements.
Kane was a tall woman in her early 40s, with short, sleek black hair and piercing gray eyes. Her sharp features gave her a stern, no-nonsense demeanor, though the panic in her expression betrayed the mounting pressure of the situation. She wore a tailored navy suit, the kind that spoke of authority and precision, but even her carefully curated image couldn't mask the chaos unfolding around her.
Her assistant, a young man with a headset pressed to his ear, entered the room quickly. "Ma'am, the lockdown teams are reporting significant resistance. The intruders are still active in the lab, and several assets have escaped into the ventilation system."
Kane pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a slow, controlled breath. "Keep the guards on the intruders. We can't let them leave the facility. As for the escaped entities..." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "May God help this city."
/ / /