The day started just like any other day with Harry Potter lying on his bed, the early morning light creeping through the blinds, casting soft shadows on the walls. His room was littered with remnants of his dual life—schematics for suit upgrades pinned on a corkboard, science books stacked haphazardly on a nearby desk, and newspapers from the Daily Bugle scattered across the floor. One headline caught his eye: "Spider-Man and Batwoman: Heroes or Vigilantes?"
Harry's phone buzzed insistently, vibrating against the wooden nightstand. Groggily, he reached over, trying not to wake Hela, who was still sound asleep beside him. He saw her arm draped over the blanket, her breathing steady and peaceful. For a moment, Harry allowed himself to enjoy the quiet before the world would demand his attention again.
He unlocked his phone, his eyes squinting at the brightness of the screen. A string of messages from Peter Parker lit up his notifications.
Peter: "Dude, you're not going to believe what just happened."
Peter: "We need to talk. URGENT."
Peter: "Meet me at the usual spot. Something's up."
Harry sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. Peter had been getting closer to the truth lately, suspecting something about Harry and Hela's secret activities. Although they had become friends through school projects and science club, Harry knew he had to tread carefully. Peter was smart—too smart—and might eventually connect the dots between Harry and Spider-Man. It was Harry's idea to be friends with Peter because it was Peter's destiny to be Spider-man and Harry accidentally took that from Peter.
He slid out of bed, careful not to disturb Hela, and glanced around the room. On a nearby shelf, there were framed photos—one of him and Hela with their science teacher at a competition, another with some of their classmates, one with Peter, taken at a trip to a movie. Despite the chaos of their lives as vigilantes, Harry and Hela had managed to maintain the appearance of normal teenagers, even forging friendships with their peers.
He moved toward the corkboard, where suit designs and weapon blueprints lay sprawled. The latest design for Hela's suit was almost complete—sleek, black with reinforced armor to withstand the high-tech weapons criminals had started using. Harry's own black Spider-Man suit, with its fluorescent yellow spider emblem, had gone through several iterations, and he was already thinking about making it more adaptable for the increasing threats they faced. Technology was becoming more advanced, and so were the criminals.
He grabbed his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and headed toward the door. Before leaving, he glanced back at Hela, still lost in the tranquility of sleep. He knew she would want to come with him if there was trouble, but for now, he decided to let her rest. They'd been pushing themselves to the limit, and she deserved a break.
With a final look around the apartment, Harry stepped outside and into the city that never slept.
Harry arrived at the rooftop where he and Peter usually met to discuss projects and assignments, but the urgency in Peter's messages hinted that today's meeting wasn't about schoolwork.
Peter was already there, pacing back and forth, holding a crumpled newspaper in his hand. His face was a mix of excitement and worry.
"Harry! Dude, you won't believe what I found," Peter said, waving the newspaper in front of him.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, keeping his voice calm, though he could feel a sense of unease creeping in.
Peter handed him the newspaper. It was an article from the Daily Bugle, but this one wasn't about Spider-Man or Batwoman. It was about a new gang in town—one equipped with military-grade technology, pulling off heists all across the city.
"They've been upgrading," Peter said, his eyes wide with concern. "These guys aren't just regular criminals anymore. Someone's supplying them with advanced tech—far beyond anything local thugs could get their hands on."
Harry skimmed the article, his mind racing. This was the escalation he and Hela had been anticipating, but now it was clear that things were getting out of control. These criminals weren't just robbing banks or convenience stores anymore—they were taking down armored cars, hacking into city systems, and using equipment that could rival their own suits.
"We need to stop this," Harry muttered, more to himself than to Peter.
Peter nodded. "I've been doing some digging, and I think I've found a lead. There's a warehouse in the industrial district, not far from here. Word is, that's where the tech is coming from."
Harry's mind flashed back to his own warehouse, where he and Hela had been upgrading their gear in secret. Could someone else be running a similar operation?
Peter continued, "I was going to check it out myself, but… well, I don't exactly have superpowers." He laughed awkwardly, trying to make light of the situation. "I could use some backup. You in?"
Harry hesitated. Peter was a good guy, but dragging him into this world could put him in danger. And the last thing Harry wanted was to reveal his secret identity. But he couldn't let Peter go into that warehouse alone either.
"Let me think about it," Harry said, hoping to buy himself some time. "I'll check out the place after school. You should stay out of it—just in case it gets dangerous."
Peter frowned, but nodded reluctantly. "Alright, but if you need help, call me. I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty."
Harry gave a small smile, appreciating Peter's bravery, even if he didn't fully understand the risks. They parted ways, with Harry's mind already spinning with plans. Tonight, he and Hela would scope out the warehouse. If there really was a new player in town, they needed to shut it down before things spiraled even further.
Later that evening, back at their apartment, Harry explained the situation to Hela. She was already gearing up, strapping on her weapons and checking the new enhancements to her suit.
The day was slipping into dusk when Harry sat in the dimly lit living room of their apartment, pacing back and forth. His mind kept racing back to his earlier conversation with Peter. Peter Parker was too curious for his own good, and while Harry admired his friend's tenacity, he knew this wasn't just another school project. The warehouse Peter had mentioned could be more dangerous than anything they had faced before. The thought of Peter getting hurt—especially because of Harry—gnawed at him.
He glanced at Hela, who was standing by the window, already half-suited up in her Batwoman gear. Her suit was sleek, newly enhanced thanks to Mr. West's help. Hela's expression was calm, but Harry could see the sharp glint in her eyes. She was ready for whatever was coming.
"I'm going tonight," Harry finally said, breaking the silence. "Peter's too close to the truth, and if I don't handle this, he's going to go in there himself. We can't risk that."
Hela raised an eyebrow, her hands still adjusting her gauntlets. "You think Parker's going to sneak into a warehouse full of criminals?"
Harry nodded, running a hand through his hair. "He's been acting like a freelance photographer ever since he sold those pictures of us to The Daily Bugle. He made some good money, and now he thinks he's an investigator or something. This isn't a game to him anymore, and I don't want him getting in over his head."
Hela turned toward Harry, her expression serious. "We can't afford mistakes. If this warehouse is supplying advanced tech, it could be linked to someone bigger—someone pulling the strings behind the scenes. We raid it tonight."
Harry sighed in relief. He knew Hela wouldn't argue with him, but having her full support made the task ahead feel a little lighter. He glanced at the schematics pinned on the corkboard by the window—blueprints for suit improvements, notes about enemy weaknesses, and now, hastily drawn maps of the industrial district where the warehouse was located.
"I'll suit up," Harry said, moving toward the board. "We need to be in and out before anyone notices. And we need to keep Peter far away from this."
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting long shadows over the industrial district. The streets were eerily quiet, save for the occasional rumble of passing cars in the distance. Harry, now fully suited up as Spider-Man, swung through the dark alleys with ease, his webbing allowing him to move swiftly across the rooftops. His black suit blended into the night, the faint glow of the yellow emblem the only indication of his presence.
Hela was on the ground, moving through the shadows, her Batwoman suit allowing her to slip between cover with practiced stealth. Her newly enhanced gauntlets gave her an edge in close combat, but her mind was set on the bike they had yet to fully finish. Once that was done, she would be able to keep up with Harry on these missions.
They reached the warehouse—an old, rusted building that looked abandoned from the outside. The windows were boarded up, and the entrance was heavily guarded. Two men with rifles stood watch, their eyes scanning the area, oblivious to the duo lurking above them.
Harry landed softly on the roof, crouching low as he observed the scene. He tapped the side of his mask, activating the night-vision lenses. Through the walls, he could see several armed men patrolling inside, along with crates—large, metallic crates—that were likely filled with advanced weapons or tech.
"We'll go in quietly," Harry whispered into his comm. "Take out the guards at the front, and we'll split up. I'll take the east wing, and you sweep the west."
"Understood," Hela replied, her voice steady and determined.
Without another word, Harry swung down, landing just behind the guards. He moved swiftly, wrapping one in webbing before he could react, while the other tried to turn, but Hela was already on him, knocking him out cold with a well-placed blow. The entrance was clear.
They slipped inside the warehouse, the stale smell of oil and dust filling the air. The interior was dimly lit by flickering overhead lights, casting an ominous glow over the rows of crates and equipment. Harry could hear the faint hum of machinery in the distance, likely powering whatever operation was running here.
"I've got eyes on three more guards," Harry said quietly through the comms, spotting them near the far wall. "I'll handle them."
As he moved silently through the rafters, Hela moved toward the west side of the building, keeping to the shadows. She reached a set of crates marked with strange symbols—symbols she didn't recognize but knew weren't ordinary. The tech inside these crates wasn't just advanced; it was military-grade.
Hela pried open one of the crates, her eyes widening as she pulled out a sleek, futuristic rifle. It was far more sophisticated than anything they had encountered so far. She activated the comm again. "Harry, these guys are packing some serious tech. This isn't just about petty crime. Someone's equipping them for war."
Before Harry could respond, a loud clanging noise echoed through the warehouse. He looked down to see one of the guards stumbling back, clutching his head. Peter. He must have snuck in through one of the back entrances, camera in hand, trying to get pictures of the operation. The guard had caught him, but not before Peter had managed to knock him out with a nearby pipe.
Harry's heart dropped. Peter had walked straight into the hornet's nest.
"Damn it," Harry cursed under his breath. "Hela, Peter's here. He just took out a guard, but he's about to get himself killed if we don't act fast."
Hela's response was immediate. "I'll cover him. You finish off the others. We get Peter out of here alive, no questions asked."
Harry leapt down from his perch, landing behind the remaining guards. In one swift motion, he webbed them both up, knocking them unconscious before they could even reach for their weapons. He darted toward the back of the warehouse where Peter was crouched, his camera still in hand, completely unaware of how much danger he was in.
"Peter, what the hell are you doing here?" Harry hissed, pulling him up by the arm.
Peter's eyes widened in surprise. "Spider-Man? I—I thought I could help! Get some shots of what's going on. These guys are up to something big!"
"You're going to get yourself killed," Harry snapped, scanning the area for more threats. "You need to leave. Now."
Before Peter could protest, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the warehouse. Harry's enhanced senses tingled with danger. The ground shook slightly as a massive figure emerged from the shadows. It was one of the criminals, but he was wearing an exosuit—military-grade, bulky, and outfitted with enough firepower to level the building.
"Spider-Man and Batwoman," the figure sneered, his voice distorted through the suit's speakers. "I've been waiting for this."
Harry shoved Peter behind him. "Stay down," he warned, his voice low and dangerous. This wasn't going to be an easy fight.
Hela appeared from the other side, her gaze fixed on the enemy. "We take him together," she said, readying her gauntlets.
Harry nodded. The exosuit was powerful, but they'd faced worse before. Together, they could take him down.
The real challenge, however, was keeping Peter out of harm's way—and making sure he never found out the truth about who Spider-Man and Batwoman really were.
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