Spectacular Spider-Man and the Web Warriors
Episode 1: A field trip to remember
Sunday, September 8, 2024 – 6:30 PM A Quiet Restaurant, Manhattan, New York City
Ben Parker sat in a booth at the back of a dimly lit restaurant, nursing a cup of coffee. Across from him, Scarlett leaned forward, her red hair catching the light, while Snake-Eyes sat beside her, his silent presence as imposing as ever.
Ben smirked. "This isn't just a social call, is it, Scarlett? You're not here to check in on an old Joe who's retired from the field."
Scarlett's expression was serious, though a small, rueful smile played on her lips. "No, Ben. I wish it were that simple." She glanced around, ensuring no one could overhear. "We have intel that Cobra is working on your brother's research. The Spider Program."
Ben's smirk vanished. His grip tightened around the coffee cup. "That's impossible. Richard and Mary destroyed every trace of that research when they realized Osborn planned to sell it to foreign investors. I was there when we burned it all."
Scarlett's gaze softened, but her voice remained firm. "We thought so too. But Dr. Adriana Soria has a copy. And she's working with Cobra."
Ben exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Adriana… she was one of Richard's top assistants. Brilliant, ambitious, but always wanted more. I should've known she kept something for herself."
Scarlett nodded. "She's now the lead scientist at Gloud Pharmaceuticals—Cobra's front for military biotech. Dylan Gloud has been quietly acquiring assets linked to classified super-soldier programs."
Ben scoffed. "And the Avengers?"
Scarlett's jaw tightened. "They think it's just another conspiracy theory. The World Security Council won't authorize an investigation without concrete proof."
Ben let out a frustrated sigh. "So, we're supposed to sit back and wait for Cobra to create an army of super-soldiers?"
Scarlett exchanged a glance with Snake-Eyes before leaning in. "General Flagg is considering reinstating Sigma Six. And he wants you back, Ben. You and May."
Ben looked away, the weight of the offer settling over him. "Scarlett… you know I'd say yes. May would too. But we have family now. Peter and Teresa—they're our responsibility."
Scarlett nodded, understanding. "I get it. Just… be careful. If Cobra has the Spider Formula, they might come after anyone connected to it."
Ben's expression hardened. "They won't get to my family, Scarlett. You can count on that."
As Scarlett and Snake-Eyes stood, she gave him a small, sincere smile. "Tell May we miss her cooking."
Ben chuckled. "I'll pass it on. And hey—maybe next time, we can meet up without the looming threat of world domination."
Snake-Eyes gave Ben a silent thumbs-up before following Scarlett out.
Ben sat back, staring into his coffee. The world was calling him back to the fight. But this time, his priority wasn't duty. It was his family.
And with Peter showing signs of following in his parents' footsteps… how long could he keep his nephew safe?
Monday, September 9, 2024 – 2:40 AM Parker Residence, Queens, New York
The soft glow of a lamp cast shadows across the Parker living room. Ben Parker sat on the worn-out sofa, staring at an old photograph—one of him and May, surrounded by their former teammates and several members of the Autobot Elite Guard. His fingers traced the edges of the frame, lost in thought.
A gentle creak broke the silence. He looked up to see May Parker standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
"Trouble on your mind, dear?" she asked softly.
Ben sighed. "Scarlett and Snake-Eyes reached out last night. They want me back in Sigma Six. They think Cobra is resurfacing—and getting bolder."
May frowned. "If General Hawk is calling in the Targetmaster unit, things must be serious. How bad?"
Ben ran a hand through his hair. "Bad enough. Cobra might have Richard and Mary's research. If they crack the Spider Formula… we're looking at an army of enhanced soldiers."
May sat beside him, placing a hand on his. "And what did you tell them, Overwatch?"
Ben gave a small, tired smile at the old callsign. "I told them no. We have a family to raise. Peter and Teresa—they're our responsibility. Besides, we already lost their parents trying to do the right thing."
May squeezed his hand. "Even if we hadn't helped Richard and Mary, Osborn would have found a way to silence them. You know that."
Ben exhaled. "I know. But with Hydra, Cobra, and the Chitauri invasion last year, I can't shake the feeling that the world is on the edge of something worse."
May leaned her head against his shoulder. "Then we'll protect what we can, Ben. We'll protect our family."
Ben nodded. "Yeah. We will."
– 7:30 am Parker Residence, Queens, New York
In the Parker kitchen, the TV blared as J. Jonah Jameson ranted on the Daily Bugle morning news.
"One year ago, we were invaded by aliens while the so-called 'heroes' were nowhere to be found! Who saved us? The Avengers! But at what cost? And now, who's rebuilding our city? Stark Industries! Osborn Industries! And what do they want in return?"
Peter Parker, still groggy from sleep, rolled his eyes. "Jameson will turn on the Avengers the second they mess up. Just like he did with those astronauts."
Ben, sipping his coffee, sighed. "Losing his son changed him, Pete. He's not just angry—he's grieving."
Aunt May nodded. "After what happened to his wife, too… he's always looking for someone to blame."
Peter frowned. "It wasn't the astronauts' fault. Maybe he should blame Osborn Industries for building a defective shuttle."
"Language, Ben," May chided. "There are impressionable children at the table."
Teresa giggled.
Ben smirked. "So, sport, ready for your trip to Arboc Industries today?"
Peter perked up. "Yeah! Mom and Dad worked there before—well… you know." His excitement returned. "Dr. Connors, Dr. Octavius… even Dylan Gloud himself. It'd be amazing to intern there someday."
Ben chuckled. "Just don't go poking around where you don't belong."
Peter grinned. "Me? Never."
Ben smirked. "Uh-huh."
As Peter grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, none of them realized this would be the last normal morning of his life.
8:00 AM Barbara's Room, Gordon Residence, Queens
In the dim morning light, Barbara Gordon sat on her bed, her fingers tracing the raised braille dots on a note. Beside her, a silver briefcase lay open, revealing a sleek Batgirl suit—a relic of her past life.
She swallowed hard, run her hand over the braille rereading the message.
Hello, Barbara. I hope you're doing well. The others ask about you often. I've arranged for Lucius's friend to upgrade your suit, adapting it to your new abilities. Also, there's a Batcave—off the League's records—if you ever decide to return. With love, Alfred and the Bat-Family.
Barbara exhaled, setting the note aside. Her fingers lingered over the suit's fabric.
"Thank you, Alfred. But I don't think I can ever be Batgirl again. Not like before."
She reached for her ruby-tinted glasses resting on the nightstand, beside her noise-canceling headphones and iPhone. As she slipped them on, the soft padding of paws approached.
Ace, her German Shepherd guide dog, nudged her arm before placing a silver cane in her lap. The small Bat symbol engraved on the handle caught the light.
Barbara smiled faintly. "Thanks, Ace. Dad's got breakfast ready?"
Ace wagged her tail, letting out a quiet bark.
Barbara rose, heading to the bathroom. Scars traced faint lines down her back—reminders of her last battle in Gotham. The day her world changed.
"If people found out I have powers now… they'd turn on me in a heartbeat. Especially Bruce."
Her jaw tightened. Gotham Academy had expelled her after she developed echolocation abilities from the chemical attack that stole her sight. The administration called it a "health and safety risk."
She scoffed. "They just didn't want a 'mutant' in their fancy halls."
Dressed in dark blue track pants, a yellow-striped jacket, and black sneakers, she grabbed her cane and Ace's leash.
"Time to start over."
7:50 AM Gordon Residence, Queens
The smell of bacon and coffee filled the kitchen as James Gordon placed a plate in front of his daughter.
"Morning, pumpkin. First day at the new school—nervous?"
Barbara took a bite of toast, shrugging. "A little. Just… wish we didn't have to leave Gotham because of Gemma Mason."
James sighed, stirring his coffee. "After she tried to frame me for working with Rupert Thorne? We had no choice."
Barbara frowned, pushing her food around with her fork. "If I hadn't… if her father hadn't died because of me, maybe none of this would've happened."
James set his cup down. "Barbara, what happened to Gil Mason was self-defense. You can't blame yourself for his choices."
Barbara looked away. "Maybe. But if I hadn't killed him, maybe she wouldn't have set that chemical trap for me. I wouldn't have lost my sight… or gotten these powers."
James reached across the table, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"She made her own path, kiddo. She's calling herself the Grey Ghost now, running around as some kind of vigilante. You can't control what she does."
Barbara let out a breath. "Yeah… just feels ironic. Gwen and I used to love the old Grey Ghost TV show, and now Gemma's out there wearing the stolen suit."
James sighed. "Yeah. The original costume was on display at Blue Falcon Comics before she took it. But with guys like Quentin Beck (Mysterio) and Phineas Mason (Tinkerer) in town, who knows what upgrades she's added to it?"
Barbara nodded. "Tinkerer's been off the radar. Last I heard, Batman thought he was using a modified food truck as a mobile workshop."
James smirked. "A supervillain operating out of a food truck? Only in New York."
Barbara chuckled, finally relaxing.
James grabbed his badge and jacket. "Ready to go?"
Barbara nodded, fastening Ace's harness. "Yeah. And Dad?"
James turned.
"Thanks."
James smiled. "Anytime, kiddo."
8:15 AM Inside a Black Limousine, En Route to Gloud Pharmacutical
Bridgett Ruffington sat in the back of a sleek black limousine, arms crossed, staring out the window.
Across from her, Charles Ruffington—her father—read the Financial Times, his glasses perched low on his nose. The pin on his lapel read: "Anti-Avengers".
The silence between them was suffocating.
Bridgett exhaled sharply. "Are you ever going to talk to me, Father? Or are we just going to pretend Mum never existed?"
Charles didn't lower his paper. "What is there to discuss? You got yourself expelled from an elite school. Now you're stuck in public school. That reflects poorly on me."
Bridgett's fists clenched. "Not as poorly as profiting off Battle of New York victims."
That got his attention. Charles folded the newspaper.
"Those weapons fell onto my company's property. Compensation for your mother and sister's deaths."
Bridgett's jaw tightened. "If the League had done their job, we wouldn't have needed Stark and his Avengers. And maybe—just maybe—Mum and Berley would still be alive."
Charles' expression didn't change. "I see you still refuse to think like a Ruffington."
Bridgett scoffed. "Right. Because all that matters is money, huh?"
She reached for the door handle.
"Just stop the car. I'll walk."
Charles sighed. "Janice, pull over. My ungrateful daughter wants to sulk on the sidewalk."
The chauffeur eased the limousine to a stop.
Bridgett yanked open the door and stepped out. Without another word, she slammed it shut and walked toward the bus stop.
The limo pulled away.
Bridgett pulled out her phone, scrolling through old photos.
Her heart clenched at a picture of Vivian Ruffington, smiling brightly. The woman's black hair fell over her shoulders—so much like Bridgett's own, before she dyed it blonde.
She swiped again.
A new image: Jessie Keynes.
Her breath caught.
"God, I have a crush on her."
Her thumb hovered over the message button.
But she hesitated.
"What if she outs me? What if she doesn't even like girls?"
The bus pulled up with a hiss.
Bridgett sighed, shoved her phone in her pocket, and stepped inside.
Another long day ahead.
Keynes Residence, Brooklyn, New York City
In a dimly lit bedroom, Jessie Keynes sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she scrolled through YouTube.
A video titled "Epic Superhero Fails: 2023 Edition" played on her phone.
Her stomach twisted as a very familiar clip popped up.
On-screen, Sparrow—herself—and Rockstar struggled to rescue a furious, hissing cat from a tree. Jessie miscalculated her landing, slipping off a slick branch. Rockstar, trying to catch her, tripped over an exposed root and face-planted into a pile of mud.
Meanwhile, the cat, perched safely above them, looked smug as hell.
The caption read:
"Local Heroes Sparrow & Rockstar Defeated... by a Cat?!"
Jessie groaned, dragging a hand down her face.
"Last night was not our best outing."
She tossed her phone onto the bed and sighed.
From her half-zipped school bag, a hint of her Sparrow costume peeked out.
"How the hell do the Avengers make this look easy?" Her stomach rumbled.
"Breakfast first. Then school. Then—hopefully—no superhero fails today."
08:30 am Inside a Black Bentley, En Route to Gloud Pharmaceuticals
The interior of the Bentley was eerily quiet.
Harry Osborn sat stiffly, staring out the tinted window as his father, Norman Osborn, skimmed through company reports on a tablet.
The tension in the car was as thick as fog.
"Hey, Charlie—stop the car here," Harry said suddenly, addressing the driver. "I'll walk the rest of the way."
Norman barely glanced up. "Why waste time walking when you can meet your class inside? And Lena."
Harry exhaled sharply. "First off, Dad, it's Midtown High, not some elite prep school. And second—Lena and I are just friends."
Norman smirked, setting his tablet down. "I know you, Harry. You're drawn to powerful alliances—just like me."
Harry clenched his fists. "You don't actually care who I date. You just want a merger with Ruffington Industries."
Norman studied him for a long moment, then leaned back.
"Oscorp doesn't 'merge,' Harry. It absorbs."
Harry scoffed. "And I'm just another chess piece in your grand game?"
Norman's expression remained unreadable. "You've flunked out of every private school I sent you to. Now you're stuck in public school, wasting your potential." His voice softened—just slightly. "Don't pretend this isn't about your mother."
Harry's grip on his seat tightened. "This has nothing to do with Mom."
Norman's gaze was sharp. "Doesn't it? You've been acting out ever since. You think I don't notice?"
Harry turned to him, meeting his father's piercing gaze. "I'm not ashamed of who I am. I just don't think I have what it takes to live up to your name."
Norman exhaled through his nose, looking away.
"We'll see."
The Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in front of Gloud Pharmaceuticals. Without another word, Harry opened the door and stepped out.
Norman watched him go, his expression unreadable.
Scene 11: Waiting Outside Gloud Pharmaceuticals Tuesday, September 10, 2024 – 11:00 AM Outside Gloud Pharmaceuticals, Manhattan
Peter Parker leaned against the sleek glass exterior of Gloud Pharmaceuticals, mindlessly tapping at the buttons of his old Nokia 3310, the pixelated snake on his screen growing longer with every move.
Around him, Midtown High students gathered near the entrance, chatting as they waited for their teachers to start the tour. The Canon digital camera slung around his neck bounced lightly against his chest as he shifted his weight.
When he looked up, he immediately noticed something off—
Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy approached… both looking worse for wear.
MJ had a black eye. Gwen sported a bandage across her nose.
Peter blinked. Well, that's new.
"Uh… should I be concerned?" he asked, nodding toward MJ's face.
MJ smirked. "Easy, Tiger. It's nothing. Just my overprotective mom making sure I can handle myself. She makes me take self-defense classes twice a week."
Peter frowned. "Okay… but that doesn't explain the black eye."
MJ shot a sideways glance at Gwen, who raised her hands in surrender. "Hey, I said I was sorry!"
Peter's eyebrows shot up. "Wait—you did that to her?"
MJ crossed her arms. "Let's just say someone in class landed a lucky shot."
Gwen sighed. "Yeah. That 'someone' was me."
Peter's eyes widened. "Hold on—are you talking about Charles Bradford's self-defense school? The guy from those cheesy action movies?"
"The one and only," Gwen muttered, rolling her eyes. "Guess he got tired of flopping in Hollywood, so now he's running dojos all over New York."
Peter grinned. "Please tell me he teaches 'The Way of the Iron Fist Sharknado.'"
MJ snorted. "No, but he takes himself way too seriously."
Peter chuckled but then eyed Gwen. "Okay, so MJ got her black eye from you. What about your nose?"
Gwen groaned. "My sparring partner thought they were Daniel LaRusso and went full-on Crane Kick—straight to my face."
Peter winced. "Oof. Broke your nose?"
"Yup," Gwen said flatly.
MJ smirked. "Hey, I'd say we're even now."
Gwen shot her a look. "Even? How is you getting a black eye remotely close to me getting my nose broken?"
MJ shrugged. "You had to spend eight hours in the ER with me while they checked me out. Fair punishment."
Gwen let out an exasperated sigh. "You are impossible."
Peter grinned. "So… I take it neither of you won that fight?"
"Shut up, Parker," they both said at the same time.
11:15 AM Gloud Pharmaceuticals, Manhattan
The students from Midtown High gathered inside the sterile, high-tech lobby of Gloud Pharmaceuticals, eyes darting around the sleek facility.
Beyond the glass walls, scientists in lab coats moved through pristine white labs, adjusting microscopes, analyzing samples, and checking glass enclosures filled with genetically modified spiders.
Peter practically vibrated with excitement.
Harry Osborn and Bridgett Ruffington joined him.
"Dude, you're way too excited about this," Harry teased.
Peter grinned, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Are you kidding? This place has the most advanced electron microscope on the entire Eastern Seaboard! It's unreal!"
Bridgett scoffed. "If you think this is impressive, you should see the one at Osborn Industries—twice the size, with twice the funding. You'd geek out over it."
Harry groaned. "Great, now I have to worry about my dad adopting Parker."
Peter laughed. "Yeah, because one Osborn isn't enough."
Before Harry could retort, Dr. Adriana Soria—lead geneticist—stepped forward, her sharp green eyes scanning the students.
"There are over 32,000 known species of spiders worldwide," she began, her tone cool and professional. "All fall under the order Araneae, divided into three suborders. Today, you'll be observing research aimed at harnessing some of nature's most remarkable biological adaptations."
She gestured toward the genetically enhanced spiders in their glass enclosures.
"For example," she continued, "the Delena spider, family Sparassidae, is an ambush predator with exceptional reflexes—capable of reacting so fast, some believe it has a near-instantaneous awareness of danger."
Peter adjusted his camera, snapping photos.
Nearby, April O'Neil, a student reporter, approached.
"Mind if I get a few shots for the school paper?" she asked.
"Go for it," Peter replied.
As April stepped forward, a group of cheerleaders brushed past her roughly.
Her camera slipped from her hands.
"Whoa—got it!" Peter caught it before it hit the ground and handed it back.
"Thanks, Peter," Kelly sighed.
Across the room, Mr. Jefferson turned sharply. "Lilly Hollister, that was unnecessary."
Lilly rolled her eyes. "What? Not my fault she's a klutz." She flashed a fake smile at Peter. "Besides, Parker should be taking my picture instead."
Peter sighed. "Sorry, Lilly—MJ specifically asked for lab photos. Not glamour shots."
A teacher shot Lilly a glare. "One more outburst, and you fail this trip. No exceptions."
Lilly huffed but stayed quiet.
– 11:30 AM Gloud Pharmaceuticals – Research Lab
As the students moved on, Peter lingered behind, adjusting his camera's memory card.
Above him, a single genetically enhanced spider had escaped its enclosure.
It crawled silently along the ceiling—then descended.
Peter was too distracted to notice.
Until—
A sharp, burning pain shot through his hand.
"Ah!" Peter hissed, shaking his wrist.
The spider scurried away, vanishing into the shadows.
"Hey, my dad sent me to get you," came a voice.
Peter turned to see April O'Neil, arms crossed.
"You okay?" she asked.
Peter flexed his fingers, still stinging. "Yeah. Just… something bit me."
"Great. Come on—the tour's moving to Dr. Octavius's lab."
Peter exhaled, rubbing his hand as he followed.
12:00 PM Dr. Otto & Oliver Octavius's Lab
Peter barely registered the tour now.
His vision blurred. His head pounded.
Something was wrong.
MJ frowned. "Pete? You okay?"
Peter swallowed hard. "I… I don't know. Just feeling kinda off."
Then, his knees buckled.
A wave of dizziness crashed over him. His balance vanished.
And then—everything went black.
"Peter!" MJ screamed as he collapsed.
Scientists rushed forward. Students backed away.
Dr. Soria's voice cut through the panic.
"Medics! We need medics—NOW!"
In the shadows, the escaped spider scurried away.
Its work was done.
Tuesday, September 10, 2024 – 12:45 PM Gloud Pharmaceuticals – Medical Bay
A steady beep-beep of a heart monitor filled the sterile white room.
Peter Parker's eyes fluttered open, his head pounding. The fluorescent lights overhead made his vision blur, forcing him to blink a few times before his surroundings came into focus.
The medical lab was sleek, ultra-modern, filled with cutting-edge equipment. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air.
His body felt… weird. Warm. Almost buzzing. His fingers twitched involuntarily.
A movement to his left caught his attention.
Aunt May and Uncle Ben were seated beside him.
Aunt May grasped his hand tightly, her usual calm barely masking her worry. Uncle Ben stood behind her, arms crossed, his face a storm of concern and frustration.
Across the room, a woman in a burgundy business suit clutched a leather portfolio, standing stiffly near the door. Short ginger hair, sharp green eyes, and a badge clipped to her lapel.
Francine Fagin – Gloud Pharmaceuticals, Legal Affairs.
Peter groaned softly, trying to sit up.
"Easy, kiddo," Ben said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Take it slow."
"Wh… what happened?" Peter croaked. His throat felt dry, like he hadn't had water in hours.
Aunt May squeezed his hand. "You collapsed during the tour. You had a fever, and you were convulsing."
Peter frowned. He barely remembered anything past the moment his vision blurred.
Francine cleared her throat, stepping forward with a practiced, professional expression.
"Mr. Parker, I understand this has been an alarming experience for you and your family. Allow me to assure you, Gloud Pharmaceuticals takes full responsibility for this… incident."
Ben's eyes snapped to her, his jaw tight.
"'Incident'?" he repeated, his voice dangerously low. "Lady, my nephew collapsed in the middle of your facility. I was assured this place was safe. If I need to, I'll have the NYPD launch an investigation into this."
Francine swallowed but kept her composure. "I completely understand your concern, Mr. Parker. Rest assured, this was a freak accident—nothing more."
Peter rubbed his forehead, still feeling strange. "What… what even caused this?"
Francine hesitated.
"Due to an oversight on Dr. Adriana Soria's part, one of her experimental specimens—a genetically modified spider—was not properly secured. It… bit you."
Peter froze.
Aunt May stiffened. "Bit him? And you're just telling us this now?!"
Francine quickly raised her hands in an attempt to de-escalate. "Please understand—Dr. Soria's research confirms that none of her genetically modified specimens are venomous. We anticipate no long-term health effects."
Ben wasn't buying it. "So what now? More tests? Is he actually okay?"
Francine straightened her jacket. "Mr. Parker is free to leave. But if he experiences any unusual symptoms, we recommend he sees a doctor immediately."
Aunt May and Uncle Ben exchanged a look.
May sighed. "Come on, Peter. Let's get you home."
Ben helped Peter stand up, steadying him as his legs felt wobbly beneath him.
Across the room, Francine let out a small breath of relief as the Parkers turned to leave.
Scene 16: Gloud's Secret Meeting Tuesday, September 10, 2024 – 1:10 PM Gloud Pharmaceuticals – Executive Office
Inside his dimly lit office, Director Dylan Gloud sat behind a sleek holographic interface, watching data scroll across his screen.
A bio-scan displayed Peter Parker's bloodwork, showing rapid genetic mutations.
Across from him, Francine Fagin stood, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.
Gloud tapped a silver pen against his desk, watching the shifting DNA sequences on his monitor.
"So…" he murmured, intrigue flickering in his sharp blue eyes. "Dr. Octavius's analysis confirms it?"
Francine nodded stiffly. "Yes, sir. The spider's genetic alterations have triggered a mutation in the boy's DNA."
Gloud leaned back in his chair, a slow, fascinated smile creeping onto his face.
"Fascinating."
Francine hesitated. "Sir… what should we do?"
Gloud considered for a moment, then spoke with calm certainty.
"Transfer all of Dr. Soria's research to Cobra Island. Have Dr. Mindbender begin live human testing immediately."
Francine stiffened. "With respect, sir, the Commander may want proof that Soria's formula actually works before we—"
Gloud cut her off with a sharp look.
"Then let's give him proof."
He steepled his fingers, his voice turning cold and methodical.
"Deploy Icebreaker and Stonebreaker as undercover operatives at Midtown High. I want real-time updates on the Parker boy."
Francine nodded. "Understood, sir."
Gloud's gaze darkened. "Also, have Dr. Soria relocated to Cobra Island before S.H.I.E.L.D. comes sniffing around."
Francine hesitated. "And the Parkers? They've seen inside our facility."
Gloud's eyes flashed.
"Nothing happens to them. Is that clear?"
Francine looked surprised. "Sir?"
Gloud leaned forward, his tone sharper.
"The last thing we need is the death of two former Sigma Six operatives drawing G.I. Joe's attention. That would put the entire Commander's plan in jeopardy."
Francine quickly nodded. "Understood, sir."
Gloud leaned back, shifting gears. "Now—what's the status of Operation Money Burns?"
Francine pulled up a digital file, skimming through it.
"Our Crimson Guardsmen are distributing counterfeit bills through Coil pawn shops, undercutting Maggia fences by offering triple the price for stolen goods. Within months, we anticipate that Cobra will have flooded Maggia stash houses with fake currency, making it impossible for them to track their own financial resources."
Gloud's smirk widened.
"Excellent. The moment they realize they've been played, the Commander will be in a position to wipe them off the board."
His gaze flicked back to the glowing screen, where Peter Parker's mutating DNA continued to shift.
"And as for our young Mr. Parker… I want him watched closely."
He tapped his fingers against the desk.
"I have a feeling he's going to be very important to our plans
End of Part 1
Voice Cast:
Peter Parker: Yuri Lowenthal
Mary Jane Watson: Shaliene Woodley
Gwen Stacy: Emma Stone
Ben Parker/Overwatch: Christopher Daniel Barnes
Kup: John Lithgow
May Reily Parker/Iron Chef: Jennifer Hale
Harry Osborn: Dane DeHaan
Norman Osborn: Chris Cooper
Barbara Gordon: Tara Strong
James Gordon: Christopher Meloni
Jessie Keynes: Jamie Gray
April O'Neil: Mae Whitman
Casey Jones: Josh Peck
Bridgett Ruffington: Tara Strong
Charles Ruffington: Marc Diraison
Dr Adriana Soria: Michelle Yeon
Director Dylan Gloud: Patrick Dempsey
Francine Fagin: Laura Bailey
Dr Thomas Hunter/Icebreaker: Matt Ryan
Dr Jermey Chang Hunter/Stonebreaker: Donnie Yen
Lifeline: David Tennant
Doc: Freeman Agyeman
Forcefield: Moses Ingram
Ironhide: Jess Harnell