Harry woke up in his apartment, settling down in front of his setup of monitors and equipment. He had invested time and effort into creating a well-organized surveillance system connected to the city's police frequencies. Hacking into the police network hadn't been easy, but with his technical skills and the right equipment, he managed to gain discreet access to police communications. Now, he could hear about crimes in real-time and be one step ahead in his and Hela's fight for justice.
As he activated his system, the police scanner came to life, voices crackling as officers relayed information back and forth. Harry listened closely, waiting for anything out of the ordinary. While he was technically breaking a few laws to keep this line open, he justified it as a necessity. He knew firsthand that sometimes, by the time official help arrived, it was already too late. His direct access helped him intervene when the stakes were highest.
Harry also had an ally inside the department—a detective named Marcus Lane. Detective Lane had worked the streets for years, and he'd grown tired of watching criminals slip through the system. Seeing what Spider-Man and Batwoman were capable of, he chose to quietly support them, occasionally feeding them information on high-profile cases or dangerous criminals. Detective Lane's help was invaluable, giving them insights into situations the scanner alone couldn't provide.
Just as Harry was heading out, his phone buzzed, and Detective Lane's voice crackled on the other end.
"Spider-Man, I need backup. We're waiting on a warrant at Fisk Tower, but we've got a situation in Times Square that's getting out of hand. Could use Spider-Man's help if you're available."
Harry didn't hesitate. "I'll be there."
With a quick mental command, his nano-suit activated, and the suit's fibers enveloped him, forming the familiar Spider-Man suit in a matter of seconds. He sprinted to his window, shooting a webline and swinging into the New York skyline at high speed. The nano-suit made these transitions effortless, and with every swing, he felt more like a part of the city itself—moving with it, through it, above it.
"Just another Tuesday in New York…" Harry muttered, steeling himself as he approached the scene.
As Harry swung into Times Square, he quickly took in the chaos unfolding below. Police officers crouched behind their cars for cover, desperately firing back at Fisk's men, who were armed to the teeth. Amid the gunfire, a tanker truck suddenly roared onto the scene, speeding toward the barricade. It plowed into the police cars, sending officers diving out of the way before it exploded in a massive fireball, rocking the street and sending debris flying.
Harry felt the shockwave even from above. The explosion painted the square in an eerie red glow, smoke and flames billowing as Fisk's men resumed their relentless advance. The officers were pinned down, and the thugs looked ready to finish the job.
Not on his watch.
Harry shot a series of web lines to the nearest buildings, slingshotting himself above the chaos. From his elevated position, he targeted each thug with pinpoint accuracy, firing webs that yanked machine guns right out of their hands, disabling weapons before the criminals could react.
Without their guns, Fisk's men looked around, panicked and disoriented. Harry landed in their midst, crouched and ready. The nano-suit's four spider-legs emerged, stretching high above him, casting an intimidating shadow in the flickering light of the fire.
One thug lunged forward, fists swinging, but Harry was already moving. He ducked under the swing, countering with a powerful jab to the thug's gut, sending him sprawling backward. Another criminal tried to rush him from behind, but one of the spider-legs whipped around, catching him in the chest and throwing him to the ground with a bone-rattling force.
A few of the remaining thugs scrambled to retrieve their fallen weapons, but Harry's spider-legs slashed through the air, knocking guns away, slicing straps, and forcing them to back off. He could feel the officers regaining their footing, taking advantage of the distraction as they began to regroup and close in.
One thug, seemingly more desperate than the rest, pulled a knife and charged. Harry sidestepped, one of his spider-legs catching the thug's arm mid-swing and holding him in place. With a swift twist, Harry disarmed him, webbing him to the ground for good measure.
The last of Fisk's men attempted to flee, but Harry webbed their feet, sending them sprawling face-first onto the pavement. Within moments, the threat was neutralized.
Just as Harry finished up with the thugs at Times Square, his earpiece crackled with Detective Lane's urgent voice. "Spider-Man, I need you at Fisk Tower! We've got more men outside than we can handle, and they're dug in. Requesting immediate backup—there was another explosion just now!"
Before Lane could even finish, Harry was already moving. He launched himself into the air, swinging fast toward Fisk Tower. The skyscraper loomed ahead, its upper windows lit up ominously. As he neared, he could see officers crouched behind their vehicles, exchanging fire with a fresh wave of Fisk's enforcers.
Harry landed beside Detective Lane, who ducked lower as bullets whizzed past. "Glad you could make it, Spider-Man. It's a fortress in there—heavy gunfire, more thugs than we can count."
"Got it. Leave the upper floors to me." With a quick nod, Harry leaped away, shooting a webline to one of the building's ledges. He swung upward, scaling the glass exterior with ease, then flipped onto a lower balcony where a group of Fisk's men were stationed.
They spotted him instantly, but Harry was faster. Before they could react, he launched a pair of web-bombs, which exploded on impact, gluing two of them to the wall. The remaining thugs attempted to rush him, but Harry ducked and weaved, effortlessly evading their attacks. With a powerful kick, he sent one thug sprawling against the railing.
He grabbed the last one by the collar. "Mind if I drop in?" he quipped, then launched the thug through the window. Glass shattered as the thug crashed into the floor inside, sprawling among his fellow criminals, who looked up in shock.
Harry jumped through the broken window and into the dimly lit room, where several more thugs were already drawing their weapons. Without hesitation, he activated his nano-suit's spider legs, which unfurled with a metallic hiss, looming menacingly behind him.
The thugs hesitated for a split second—just enough time for him to act. The spider legs sprang forward, disarming and knocking them out in quick succession. One leg swiped a thug's gun out of his hand, while another slammed into another's chest, sending him tumbling across the room. With a few swift punches and kicks, the room was cleared.
With the floor secured, Harry sprinted to the stairwell. He could hear more footsteps echoing from above; Fisk's men were converging, no doubt aware that their stronghold was under attack. He took a deep breath and began his ascent, prepared to face whatever lay ahead.
As the last thug crumpled to the floor, the police finally breached the floor, weapons drawn. Detective Lane waved them down. "Elevator's been shut down," one officer called out after trying the panel. "Looks like we're taking the stairs!"
"Good luck with that," Harry muttered under his breath as he leaped up to the elevator shaft. With a well-placed web shot, he stuck himself to the side and began scaling the shaft, rapidly moving upward.
Mid-climb, his earpiece crackled. Detective Lane's voice came through, tense and urgent. "Spider-Man, heads up! Our choppers are taking fire from Fisk's men on the upper floors. They're getting desperate, and they're willing to do whatever it takes to keep us out. Worse, we're getting intel that the server room's data is being wiped as we speak. We need that evidence, or Fisk's going to walk free again."
"Got it. I'll get to the server room before they can erase everything," Harry replied, increasing his speed. His mind raced; if Fisk's goons wiped that data, everything they had on him could vanish in seconds.
As he reached an air duct, his phone vibrated against his side, and Hela's name flashed on the screen. Not now! He hesitated before answering, knowing she'd angry if he didn't pick up.
"Hela, hey! Bit busy here—" he whispered, glancing around for signs of approaching guards.
"What's going on, Harry?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "I saw news of explosions near Fisk Tower, and I know you're not going to just sit out something like that."
"Nothing major. Just helping Lane clean up a few loose ends. I'll be home soon."
"You'd better be. Don't get reckless," she warned, her tone softening slightly.
"Promise," he said, though he knew she could hear the grin in his voice.
As soon as the call ended, he took a deep breath, refocusing. He moved through the duct system, trying to stay as quiet as possible. When he got closer, the hum of servers reached his ears. He peered through a grate to see the server room below, with several of Fisk's techs frantically working on consoles, deleting data as fast as they could. A few guards stood watch, guns at the ready.
He dropped down silently, his nano-suit adjusting as he landed to muffle the impact. One of the spider legs reached out, tapping a guard on the shoulder. As the thug turned in confusion, Harry grabbed him, pulling him into the shadows. Before anyone could react, he webbed another guard to the wall and swept the legs out from under a third, making quick work of the room.
The techs froze, looking up at him in terror. "Alright, everyone," he said, waving his hand towards the servers. "Time to step away from the computers."
With the threat neutralized, he dove into the terminal, tapping into the files they hadn't yet erased. Detective Lane's voice crackled in again, "Spider-Man, status update!"
"Data retrieval in progress," he replied, working quickly to copy everything he could find.
With one last keystroke, he initiated a download to an external drive he'd hidden in his suit. "Got it, Lane. I've secured the data. Fisk's operation is about to take a major hit."
The police were getting closer to his floor, and from the sounds of it, so were more of Fisk's men. Tucking the drive away, he braced himself, hearing footsteps outside the door. The next wave was coming.
As Harry finished securing the data, the lights flickered, and a heavy, familiar voice echoed through the server room.
"Well, well… Spider-Man. You just don't know when to quit, do you?" Fisk's hulking frame filled the doorway, his expression an unsettling blend of amusement and contempt. "Do you have any idea what you're doing? I'm the only thing holding this city together. Without me, chaos would consume New York."
Harry shot back, "Last I checked, the only chaos around here is the kind you're causing, Fisk. Pretending to play city savior while stuffing your own pockets? Real classy."
Fisk chuckled darkly, his gaze hardening. "You're naive, Spider-Man. Without me, the criminals would run wild. I keep them in line. People may hate me, but they don't realize I'm their last defense."
Before Harry could retort, the server room doors burst open, and a dozen armed thugs rushed in, weapons drawn. Fisk raised a hand, his voice a low rumble. "Show him what happens when he crosses me."
The thugs opened fire, and Harry sprang into action, twisting and flipping through the room. Bullets whizzed past him as he used his four spider-legs to disarm one thug, sweeping his feet out from under him and webbing another to the wall.
"I don't know, Fisk!" he shouted between attacks. "Seems like crime's doing just fine under your watch!"
The fight escalated as more of Fisk's men filed in, but Harry moved with practiced agility, making the cramped server room his battlefield. He lunged towards a cluster of thugs, webbing their guns together before sending them sprawling with a roundhouse kick.
In his earpiece, Detective Lane's voice came through, tense but determined. "Spider-Man, we've got a bomb squad waiting outside. If you can clear a path, they'll get in and deal with the explosives we detected on the lower floors."
"Copy that, Lane," Harry replied. He took down another thug, pinning him against the server rack before swinging up to the ceiling. With a burst of webbing, he secured the door to prevent reinforcements from piling in.
"Think you can hold this place without all your goons, Fisk?" he taunted as he vaulted over the remaining thugs, making his way toward the corridor.
Fisk's eyes narrowed. "Run all you want, Spider-Man, but this city will always belong to me. You're just a nuisance, a distraction."
"Guess you'll have to get used to me then," Harry shot back, slipping through the corridor and clearing the path for the bomb squad. As he moved, he kept an eye on the surroundings, knowing that Fisk would try anything to hold onto his power.
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