Spider-Man: Destiny

by redbirds12

15-year-old Peter Parker is facing a turbulent sophomore year—balancing school, drama with Harry, Aunt May, Liz, and Flash, and a growing crush on rebellious Gwen Stacy. The murderous vigilante going by the Beetle rises to cleanse New York's corruption, including Wilson Fisk's empire. Intertwining is the life of Maxine Dillon, facing her own chaotic and tragic spiral (Year 2/10).

12. City of Snow and Fire

Spider-Man: Destiny - Year 1

Chapter 12: City of Snow and Fire

…

Peter woke up at around noon, yawning. He opened his phone and scrolled through Snapchat, seeing that one year had passed since he, Aunt May, and Uncle Ben had taken their last visit to Manhattan together. Specifically, it was a picture of the three at Time Square, smiling.

"God," Peter whispered.

Tears went down Peter's eyes as he closed his phone and fell back in bed. Mentally, he kept replaying the moment he let that burglar go.

"Thanks, man!"

"The hell's wrong with you? You could've taken him down! Because of you, he's gonna get away with all my cash!"

"Not my problem."

Peter turned over in his bed, closing his eyes. Ten minutes passed, and Peter started crying in his pillow.

…

On the Monday before finals, Peter sat at a table in the school library, studying. His earbuds in his ears, Peter scrolled through research on his laptop while also having his written notes from class on the side.

"Hey, dude?"

Peter looked up and took off an earbud, only to see a familiar big, bald teen. Kong.

"What do you want, dude?" Peter sighed.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to be a dick or anything. But what happened at Silver Spoon, sorry about that, bro." Kong apologized.

"It's whatever, I'm over it. And why the hell do you even care?"

"I'm just checkin' in, really. And Flash. Has he really bothered you much since then?"

"Not really. But then again, the dude had been backing off for a little before that whole incident. Guess he just really needed to impress his friends, huh?"

Kong looked a little conflicted before taking the seat in front of Peter. "Okay, I really really don't want to make it sound like I'm trying to make excuses for him. But, like, the dude gets beat at home and shit. Half the stuff the guy talks about is how much of a drunk asshole his old man is."

A few seconds passed before Peter responded. "Alright. I'm not gonna argue that that's bad. No, it's literally terrible. And I obviously don't wish any harm on him. But, Kong. I know you just met the dude in eighth grade, but he's been an absolute jerk to me since elementary school."

Kong nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, man. Trust me, I get it."

"Do you?"

"Yeah, it's not like I haven't been bullied before."

"And that's why you're doing the same thing?"

"I—I mean, I wouldn't call it bullying. It's just… I mean, I like messing around with you and everyone else, sometimes."

"That's really what you're gonna call 'messing around,' man? Dude, you could literally be better than that. You've definitely been funny at the best times. And you're not nearly as big of a douche as Flash," Peter countered.

Kong chuckled. "Appreciate it, bro. But I don't know. Way too fun screwing around with people sometimes. And it's not like it's severely harming anybody."

"That's just what you're assuming, dude. Not to guilt trip, but I've had my own issues going on for a while. Really bad family shit. And other… complications."

"I'm sorry about that, bro. And hey, if I've made your life slightly more of a pain in the ass at times. That's on me."

"You're fine, just cool it from here. And as for Flash's homelife. That really is horrible, I actually didn't know about any of that. Again, I'm not gonna say I wish the dude couldn't permanently back off, but yeesh."

"Yeah, there's no excuses for Flash being the way he is at times, but it's awful. And look, I can't promise it'll go anywhere, but I'll do my best to get him to cut it out with you."

Peter nodded. "Thanks. Appreciate it, seriously."

Kong got up from his seat. "Of course, dude. Also, gotta say. It was pretty frickin' funny when you lashed out at Miss Winterhalter in English that one time.

Peter chuckled. "Not like she didn't have it coming."

"Dude, true. That whole tangent she was going on about Lord of the Flies the other day. God, I wanted to cut my ears off. The way she talks sometimes-" Kong started ranting.

"Kong, quiet your voice down please," one of the school librarians, a brunette woman in her early forties, said as she walked over.

"Sorry, Valerie," Kong apologized.

"Also, your copy of Being and Nothingness by Jean-Paul Sartre is still a week overdue. Gonna get that in?"

"All I need is literally another two days, I promise."

"Okay. Also, if you have issues with a teacher, please bring it up with a counselor instead of complaining to other students."

"I mean, you don't get it, Valerie. The lady doesn't do a good job keeping us invested. And that bitchy attitude she gives us half the time," Kong complained.

"KONG!" Valerie yelled, causing everyone nearby to look over.

Peter covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. Visibly embarrassed, Valerie walked off. Kong sat down and started dying of laughter, prompting Peter to do the same.

…

Peter finished the last question on his Spanish final and got up to place it on Señora Wood's desk. His teacher gave him a smile in return. Peter walked back to his seat and pulled out his phone for the remaining five minutes, waiting as the last student handed in their final.

"Okay, class! It's been a really fun first semester with all of you. I hope you remember what I've taught, but keep having fun with it! Seriously, get some paella in the city! Listen to more of Selena's music! Go to a festival! I know some of you have made great friends in this class—take advantage of that!" Señora Wood exclaimed.

Peter kept his eyes down, avoiding eye contact with Liz. A few seconds later, the bell rang.

"Have a great winter break, class!" Señora Wood called, waving.

Most of the class responded with a "You too" or "Thank you," but Peter was the first one out of the room. Walking quickly, he rummaged in his pocket for his earbuds.

"Peter! Hey!"

He turned around to see Liz approaching.

"What's up, Liz?" Peter sighed, sounding less than enthusiastic.

"Peter, look. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about Flash being a douche to you at the Spoon," Liz apologized. "That was messed up, for real."

"No kidding. And you're sorry Flash was a douche to me? You really think that's what I care about?" Peter scoffed.

"Peter… I… it didn't involve me, I'm sorry," Liz defended.

"Are you kidding me? Dude, I literally told you things I haven't told many people, and you just stood there like it was nothing. I get you have your crowd, but like… it—it's no big deal. It's whatever, okay?"

Peter turned to walk away, but Liz caught up and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Look, I'm actually switching periods for Spanish next semester because I'm moving to Honors English. I didn't want to leave this class on bad terms with you," Liz admitted.

There was a pause before Peter responded. "I don't hate you, okay? I just—I don't know. It's fine, alright? I expected more, but that was stupid of me."

"Peter… I just want to be friends, okay?"

"Believe me, I know."

"No, that's not what I meant. I—I—"

"It's fine. Have a good break, Liz. Seriously."

Liz nodded, a look of sympathy glimmering in her eyes. "You too, Peter."

Peter walked ahead, putting his earbuds in. Without bothering to play any music, he continued walking. He eventually made his way to one of the exits and left the West building.

…

A few nights later, Peter sat hunched over his desk, surrounded by spandex fabric, tools, some blueprints, his notes from Mr. Harrington's engineering class, and rough sketches of a new suit. Peter sewed the fabric together, using what he remembered from Aunt May teaching him to sew. He pressed the fabric together, reinforcing the seams and adding streaks of black to the dark red-and-blue outline.

"Peter!" Aunt May's voice called from downstairs.

Peter quickly shoved everything under his desk. "Yeah, May?"

"You want any toast?"

"Nah, I'm good! Thanks!"

Peter put his stuff back on his desk and continued working. He stopped sewing for a little and looked at his sketches. On the center of one of them was a sleek and elongated design of a spider.

…

The next evening, Peter zipped up his jacket as he walked down the icy street, his breath visible in the cold winter air. Snowflakes gently drifted down, lightly coating the sidewalks and rooftops. He made his way to Mel's Tacos, a relatively fancy restaurant. Peter pulled out his phone and texted Harry.

PETER PARKER: Here

HARRY OSBORN: Be there in 2. Be prepared, dad brought the frickin limo lmao

After two minutes, Peter glanced up and saw a sleek black limo pull up to the curb right in front of the restaurant. A moment later, the limo's door opened and Harry stepped out, bundled up in a gray designer coat and scarf.

"S'up, bro?" Harry greeted, offering Peter a fist bump.

"Not much," Peter responded, returning the first bump. "This place looks… big."

"It's really good, I promise. Like, it beats the tacos at school or Chipotle," Harry swore.

At that moment, Norman stepped out of the limo, wearing his business suit.

"Harry, I'll have Bernard pick you back up in two hours. Just enjoy your time," Norman stated.

Harry nodded. "Thanks, dad."

Norman then turned to Peter. "You must be Peter Parker. Harry's talked about you."

"Y-yeah, that's me," Peter stammered. "I'm a big fan of your work, Mr. Osborn."

Norman extended his hand. "Call me Norman. I heard you're quite the genius."

Peter chuckled. "Thank you. Guess you could say that."

"Either way, good to finally meet you in person. You could definitely be great for my son to hang around."

"Thank you."

Norman nodded. "Well, I have an important meeting to get going to. Harry, just use my card to cover the meal."

"Oh, no. Mr. Osborn, seriously. You don't have to," Peter pretended to plead.

"I insist. An Osborn's treat. We never disappoint. Right, son?" Norman said.

"For sure," Harry replied.

"Good. Have a nice dinner, boys."

"I will. Thanks a lot, Mr— Norman," Peter awkwardly replied.

Harry waved. "Thanks, dad."

Norman got back into the limo and closed the door. The vehicle smoothly pulled away from the curb, leaving Peter and Harry. The two started walking towards the restaurant.

"Well, that's my dad," Harry said.

"He seems nice," Peter commented.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "No, actually."

"I mean, I didn't talk with him that long. But from what I got, he seemed okay. No offense, but he sounded a little like an AI," Peter admitted.

Harry laughed. "Dude, I was thinking the same thing the other night! Like, I get he's a CEO and all that, but the man talks like a robot sometimes."

The two walked into the restaurant, and the hostess walked over.

"Just you two?" the hostess asked.

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

The hostess grabbed two menus and led Peter and Harry to a table near the center of the relatively filled restaurant. "Someone will be with you guys shortly."

"Cool, thanks," Harry thanked.

"Thank you," Peter added.

The hostess walked away, and Peter and Harry started looking through their menus.

"Like I said. Me and my dad. It's not bad, just complicated," Harry stated.

"But not good?" Peter questioned.

"Oh, we're definitely good here and there. But when it gets intense… man. He's not beating me or anything, don't get me wrong. But he's just too stubborn, as much as I love him."

"Oh. Okay, I get you. I'm sorry to hear that though."

"Oh, dude, it's fine. Again, he's not abusive. Let's just say, it's almost always impossible for him to be wrong about anything."

"Oof. Seriously?"

"Yeah. It's like talkin' to a brick wall sometimes," Harry sighed. "But, hey. He's given me a lot of great advice about taking school seriously and throwing myself out there. And he's always stressing that he's trying to help my utilize my full potential or whatever."

Peter shrugged. "I guess every parent has different ways of showing things. Still, at least he's encouraging you."

"Yeah. Anyways, to change the subject, I'm just glad finals are over."

"Honestly, same. I mostly ended up with the grades I wanted to. English and Spanish could've been better, but oh well."

"Yeah, honestly, I did alright. Enough for my dad to not get on my ass too much."

"That's good. I mean… hey, as long as we get to relax for winter break, right?"

"Yeah, but those two weeks are gonna go by faster than we think. So definitely enjoy it," Harry advised.

"Oh trust me, I will. Do you and your family have any plans for the holidays?" Peter asked.

"Nah, not really. Dad's gonna be out of town for Christmas on a business meeting, so mom and I are just gonna do our own thing."

"On Christmas? Seriously?"

"All the way until after the New Year."

"Holy shit. Dude, I'm sorry about that."

"Eh. Not gonna act like it fazes me."

At that point, a waitress came over. "Hi! I'm Rosie, and I'll be takin' care of you two gentlemen today. Anything you guys want to drink?"

"I'm fine with water," Harry said.

"Same," Peter agreed.

"Cool! Do you guys want a few minutes on the menu?" Rosie asked.

"I already know what I want," Harry stated.

"Uhhh," Peter blankly said before quickly skimming the menu. "I'll have the carne asada burrito, please."

"You want any guacamole in that?" Rosie offered, writing on her notepad. "Only an extra two bucks."

"Do it, trust me," Harry encouraged.

"Yes, please. Thanks," Peter ordered.

"Of course. And you, honey?" Rosie asked Harry.

"Chicken burrito bowl, please, with extra corn and sour cream," Harry ordered.

"You got it. That'll be out in the next ten minutes," Rosie assured, writing down the order.

"Thank you," Peter said.

"Thanks," Harry agreed.

Rosie walked off, leaving Peter and Harry.

"There any update with Liz?" Harry asked.

"She's switching her period for Spanish next semester. She actually tried to kind of patch things up yesterday. But honestly, I wasn't really having it," Peter revealed.

"Well, good for you on standing your ground. Still, I'm sorry all that shit happened, man. It's messed up, you didn't deserve that."

"I mean, part of me's used to it. Still, thanks again for stickin' up for me that night, for real.

"Anytime, man. We got each other's backs, right?"

Peter nodded. "For sure. Now, that's something I'm getting used to."

"What?" Harry questioned.

"Having people stick up for me."

"Well, I doubt I'm gonna be the last. I'll tell you this, man. Life's too expansive. To give up on meeting amazing people. And experiencing crazy new things."

"Damn. You get that from a movie or something?"

"Deadass just came up with that on the spot."

"Shit, you can get hella deep at times." Peter admitted.

"Vice versa," Harry chuckled.

The two friends laughed, and continued chatting before their food arrived.

…

Over a week later, Peter continued working in his room on the new suit, while listening to music. Specifically, he was finishing sewing up the mask. He carefully cut out the eye holes and fitted the yellow sunglasses lenses in, making sure they were aligned just right. However, he got a text from Aunt May.

AUNT MAY: Gonna be home in a few minutes, be ready to help me with groceries pls

PETER PARKER: Will do

Peter then looked at the painted dark red-and-blue outline out on his suit. He examined the near-complete gloves and boots, which were the same color. Peter took his web-shooters and snapped them into the gloves, securing them. Putting on the glove and testing it out, Peter shot a web at the poster of Captain America on his wall. Hiding his stuff under his desk, Peter went downstairs as Aunt May came inside, holding a few bags of groceries.

"Hey, May," Peter greeted.

"Hey, Pete. There's a few more in the garage," Aunt May responded.

Peter went to the garage and grabbed the last few bags, walking back into the kitchen.

"How was your day?" Peter asked, putting some of the groceries inside the refrigerator.

"I actually got news," Aunt May revealed.

"Good news or bad news?"

"Good. Look, I had been searching for a few months now. But, I got a job!"

"Wait. Actually? Really?"

"I know. Super surprising. Look, the amount that Ben left us with… we're more than lucky to have it. But if I'm being honest, getting a job is objectively gonna help keep things stable."

"I get what you're saying. It's just… it's a shock, not gonna lie," Peter admitted.

Aunt May smiled. "I understand. I'm gonna be working as a volunteer coordinator for F.E.A.S.T."

"That charity place?"

"Food, Emergency Aid, Shelter and Training. But yes, that charity place. I'm gonna be helping out at their Christmas Eve community dinner event. So I'll be gone for most of Christmas Eve, unfortunately."

"On the bright side, we still got Christmas."

"That's true. But seriously, I want you to enjoy your Christmas Eve the way you want to while I'm gone. Meet up with Harry. Watch a movie. Go to the mall. Anything."

"Thanks, May."

"Of course. We're also gonna have an awesome Christmas. We gotta celebrate your sick grades this semester, after all."

"I appreciate it, but-" Peter started.

"You say one more time you could've done better, and I'm gonna hit you with my shoe," Aunt May threatened.

Peter chuckled. "Understood."

…

It was seven on the day of Christmas Eve, and Wilson Fisk's Christmas Eve gala was taking place, with a little less than a hundred guests in attendance. The first floor of Fisk Tower was transformed into an opulent winter wonderland for the Christmas Eve gala. A live string quartet was performing classic holiday tunes. Grand marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting a golden light across the room. The towering windows along the walls allowed the shimmering city lights to mix with the warm, festive atmosphere inside. Red and gold garlands draped along the pillars, and twinkling string lights coiled around them, adding to the Christmas-like charm.

Wilson Fisk stood near the grand fireplace, dressed in a sleek, tailored black suit and bow tie. He held a glass of champagne, exchanging pleasantries with the city's elite as he kept a close eye on the room. At that point, his wife Vanessa walked over, holding a glass of red wine. A beautiful woman with shoulder-length caramel brown hair, Vanessa was dressed in a shiny green gown. She looped her arm around Fisk's as she looked around.

"I have to say. The designers really outdid themselves. Even for them," Vanessa complimented. "Please tell me you're leaving them a generous tip."

"More than generous," Fisk assured. "Every year, the holidays always remind me of when I was a boy. Simple times."

A massive, decorated Christmas tree stood in the center of the room, towering high with intricate ornaments, ribbons, and glistening stars. Fancy catering stations were also lined up, with an array of delicacies served by white-gloved waiters. There was a luxury of fancy meals including truffle arancini, lobster salad, and extra buttered sirloin steak. There were also desserts such as chocolate fondant and macaron towers. Dressed in fancy black suits, Herman and Wesley were at a table near the stations.

"Every year, and I'll admit. This event never gets any less productive," Wesley admitted, enjoying whole roasted branzino.

"I gotta say. I'll never be able to thank y'all enough for this gig," Herman expressed, putting down his garlic toast. "Now that you've all given me the green light, it's gonna be sick the first time I go out there in action."

"Yes, it'll be nothing short of exciting, but don't forget. You're not invincible."

"Right, right. Still though, best promotion ever."

"That I will not argue with you on. And Fisk, thank God he always gets the top-tier caterers, because I'm defintiely going to need more food," Wesley said.

Herman nodded. "Same. Especially the tenderloins."

Meanwhile, Adrian sat at the bar, dressed in a green suit and sipping from a glass of red wine. He spotted a beautiful woman around his age in a red dress. Putting his drink down, Adrian walked over to the woman.

"How you doin', darling?" Adrian said, smirking.

The woman gave a small smile. "Good. And who are you?"

"Adrian. And your name?"

"Lena Marcus. I'm covering the gala for The Bulletin. Would you say your work for Fisk is rewarding?" the woman asked.

"That's an understatement. We all value each other and everything we do is definitely important. Plus, you should see my paychecks even on a weekly basis," Adrian boasted.

Suddenly, a loud boom echoed as an explosion blew open one of the walls, sending massive chunks of debris flying across the hall. Guests screamed as several were knocked off their feet, with a few crashing into tables and chairs. Glass from some of the windows shattered as some of the decorations collapsed. The guests all started to run, screaming and panicking.

"WHAT THE-" Fisk started.

Amid the smoke coming from the blown up wall, the Foreigner emerged, leading his Wild Pack into the wrecked hall.

"JUSTICE FOR SYMKARIA!" Foreigner declared.

The Foreigner and the Wild Pack started firing with their rifles, tearing the hall apart and hitting a few of the guests. Several guests scrambled over each other as they ran for the exits.

Fisk grabbed Vanessa's arm. "We're leaving. Now."

The shaken Vanessa kept her composure as Fisk quickly guided her away, meeting up with Wesley amidst the chaos.

"Get her out of here!" Fisk instructed Wesley.

"Wait, Wilson-" Vanessa started.

"I'll be fine, GO!" Fisk stressed.

Wesley nodded and grabbed Vanessa's arm, helping rush and push her through the panicked crowd. As they approached the glass doors, some of the glass was shattered by gunfire outside. The nearby guests screamed and ducked to the ground, with Wesley also pulling himself and Vanessa down. Wild Pack soldiers had already begun fighting Fisk's security forces on the streets outside, with the sounds of gunfire and chaos echoing into the tower.

"Safe room. Now!" Wesley exclaimed to Vanessa as he started rushing her up the stairs.

Fisk looked around at the battle in pure shock and rage. He barely ducked in time as a few Wild Pack soldiers shot at him. However, Fisk's security forces stormed into the hall at that point, equipped with modified Symkarian weapons and gear. Their rifles were customized with advanced optics, and their body armor was reinforced to handle heavy fire. Fisk took that moment to flee.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Foreigner raged, running over and shooting at the Fisk soldiers.

The Wild Pack and Fisk soldiers all shot at and ran towards each other, ensuing in intense and vicious combat. The Wild Pack soldiers moved with brutal efficiency, their rifles firing rapid bursts as they charged forward. One of the Fisk soldiers ducked behind an overturned table, blind-firing his rifle at the advancing soldiers. The bullets ricocheted off a nearby pillar, sending stone fragments flying. A Fisk soldier threw a stun grenade, which detonated with a deafening blast, knocking two of the Wild Pack soldiers off their feet.

"Push 'em back!" Foreigner shouted, shooting down a few Fisk soldiers with heavy force.

Fisk's soldiers returned fire with their modified rifles, unleashing bursts of plasma-like rounds that tore through the air. As some Wild Pack soldiers were taken down by the shots, another Wild Pack soldier fired a grenade launcher at the Fisk soldiers. Some of Fisk's soldiers were taken out as a marble column also blew up, sending shards of stone and debris flying across the room. Several soldiers from both sides were dueling and beating each other down with their batons.

Foreigner snapped a Fisk soldier's neck before shooting another one multiple times. "GET OUT HERE, FISK! QUIT HIDING!"

Before he could do anything else, Foreigner was hit in the back by a vibrationally charged punch. Sent flying into and smashing a table, Foreigner hit the ground. Groaning, he looked up and spotted Herman, clad in his brand-new yellow-and-black armored bodysuit and mask, and upgraded gauntlets.

"You again," Herman snarled, walking closer to Foreigner.

Foreigner got up. "Time for you to hit the ground. Permanently."

Herman scoffed. "Oh, I'm so sc-"

Foreigner immediately tackled Herman, slamming him into the ground. Foreigner punched Herman in the face three times, only for Herman to blast him off. As Foreigner hit the ground, Herman started running over. Foreigner grabbed his rifle with one hand and started firing at Herman, who jumped out of the way. Foreigner got back up, only to punch an incoming Fisk soldier aside and body slam another one into the ground. Herman adjusted the dial on his gauntlet and fired a vibrational shock wave, only for Foreigner to jump out of the way. Herman fired another wave, sending Foreigner several feet across the room. Some Wild Pack soldiers tried to shoot Herman, only for him to blast them away with his gauntlets. Another Wild Pack soldier hit Herman in the head from behind with a baton, and Herman turned around and retaliated with an electrically charged punch to the face. Foreigner got up and started running towards Herman, only for the suited up Adrian to fly straight for the Foreigner. However, Foreigner immediately punched Adrian in the face as the latter flew at him, with a wing hitting him in the ribs. The collision caused the two to stumble across the ground. Adrian rose back up and flew right at the Wild Pack, hurling his feathered blades at them. The blades knocked some of the soldiers down, and Adrian flew down and smashed one into the ground. Adrian then flew at another Wild Pack soldier and punched him across the room. Meanwhile, Foreigner and Herman continued their brutal fight throughout the hall.

…

Peter was celebrating his Christmas Eve alone by sitting on the couch with a bowl of caramel popcorn, scrolling through his phone and switching the channels on TV. He looked through his past voicemails, stopping at the one Uncle Ben had sent him hours before he died. Hovering his finger over it, Peter stopped.

"A present! For me? Ronnie, you shouldn't have! I love you-"

"Get the new Steak and Brisket Fajita Combo for 35% Percent off at Ralph's Steakhouse. All for the Holidays-"

"If you're looking to get the best possible presents, I'd recommend always trying online first. Look for-"

"-has rapidly descended into chaos. Witnesses report gunfire, explosions, and a fierce battle erupting inside and outside the building. What started as a high-profile gala at Fisk Tower erupted into a full terrorist attack," the news reported.

Peter's eyes widened. Jumping from the couch immediately and running to his room, Peter pulled out his upgraded suit from under his bed. He also took his phone out, starting Uncle Ben's voicemail.

…

Captain Stacy arrived with several cop cars screeching to a halt in front of Fisk Tower, the wail of sirens piercing through the chaos. Some of Fisk's security and the Wild Pack soldiers were engaged in a fierce shootout outside the tower. Debris from the attack littered the street, with any nearby civilians running away. Captain Stacy and the cops, including DeWolff, got out of their cruisers.

"Form a perimeter! I want this contained!" Captain Stacy ordered.

However, a group of Wild Pack soldiers charged toward the police, shooting at them. This forced Captain Stacy and his cops to dive behind their vehicles, though they started shooting back. Stacy popped up, consistently trying to return fire. However, Fisk's soldiers proceeded to assist with taking out the Wild Pack. The cops ran in and started directly fighting with the Wild Pack. Captain Stacy blocked an incoming Wild Pack's soldier's strike and kicked him into a marble pillar. Another Wild Pack soldier went for a punch, only for Captain Stacy to grab and twist his arm, kick him in the knee, and body slam him to the ground. A third Wild Pack soldier tried to attack Captain Stacy, only for a grapnel hook to yank the former away. Silver Sable jumped in the air and slammed the soldier into the ground.

"You okay, Captain?" Sable asked, slightly cold.

Captain Stacy's eyes widened as he reloaded his gun. "Hold up. Aren't you-"

"Doesn't matter. I had no part in this, but I'm only here to minimize any inevitable damage. My men are crooked right now, but so are Fisk's," Sable pointed out.

"The hell are you trying to say?"

"No matter what side you take, still feedin' the same war. Fisk is the root and you know it."

Sable then took out her grapnel gun and swung towards the building.

"Hey!" Captain Stacy yelled.

However, another Wild Pack soldier ran for Captain Stacy, who shot him down. DeWolff pulled out a shotgun and started firing at the chaos.

"Captain! What the hell are we exactly supposed to do?" DeWolff asked.

"No matter what side we defend, it's still blood we'd be contributing to. Best we can do is keep civilians out of the way and take down anyone who attacks. There's more I'll have to figure out on my own later," Captain Stacy admitted. "EVERYONE! Keep the gunfire and combat contained! Take down anyone who comes at you and anybody who comes. Restrain or incapacitate whoever we can. But when it comes down to self-defense, use it!"

The cops rushed into battle with the Fisk soldiers and Wild Pack, proceeding to shoot at and fight with them. The cops struggled physically with the soldiers as they beat up and threw each other, and the Wild Pack still managed to dominate all sides in firepower. Captain Stacy shot down some incoming Fisk soldiers, and ducked under a Wild Pack soldier's baton. Captain Stacy grabbed the Wild Pack's soldier's arm, twisted it, and threw him against a demolished car. DeWolff continued to shoot at different incoming soldiers, jumping to avoid a grenade explosion at one point.

…

Silver Sable swung into the chaotic battle ensuing inside the tower. She kicked a Fisk soldier into the wall before dodging a shot by another one and punching him in the ribs and face, knocking him down. Sable pulled out her batons, and they started crackling electricity as she ran over to fight more soldiers. She smacked two Fisk soldiers aside and deflected a Wild Pack's hit before stunning him in the chest. Sable ducked under a Wild Pack soldier's baton and struck him in the abdomen and knee, knocking him down. A Fisk soldier aimed his rifle at Sable, only for her to run over and kick him in the face.

"Traitor!"

Sable turned around and saw a Wild Pack soldier swinging around his electrifying baton and pulling out a blade. Sable proceeded to dodge the soldier's incoming strikes and smacked him aside with her electrified baton.

At that moment, Peter smashed through one of the windows, gripping a webline. He swung down toward the chaos, kicking a Wild Pack soldier out of his path before landing on the floor. Fully suited in his upgraded dark red-and-blue costume, complete with the sleek black webbed outline and reflective yellow lenses, Peter ran towards the soldiers and started fighting his way through them. Focusing on his enhanced senses the most he ever had, Peter consistently dodged and ducked under hits and shots as he punched, kicked, and threw soldiers from both sides.

"Spider!"

Peter turned around to see Sable kick a Fisk soldier out of the way.

"You miss me?" Peter asked.

"Don't get cocky yet," Sable advised. "These weapons aren't anything to scoff at."

Peter ducked under a Fisk soldier's baton and punched him across the face before kicking him away. "Yeah, well, I got super powers."

Sable grabbed an incoming Wild Pack soldier and tased him, knocking him out. "Then don't forget that."

Peter smirked underneath his mask. "Damn right."

Peter and Sable quickly got side-to-side as more soldiers ran at them. Peter shot a web at a nearby soldier's legs, yanking him off balance before delivering a swift roundhouse kick to his chest. Sable charged forward in perfect sync, flipping over the falling soldier and delivering an electrified baton strike to another Wild Pack soldier, knocking them down. Peter flipped over Sable as she spun to block a Fisk soldier's strike with her other baton. Peter shot some webs at a few Wild Pack soldiers' rifles, yanking them away. He jumped in and punched one before throwing another one across the room. However, another Wild Pack soldier smacked Peter in the arm with his baton, prompting Peter to punch him in return. A Fisk soldier punched Peter in the face before another one tackled him to the ground. Peter kicked the soldier off and got back up. Another Fisk soldier aimed his rifle at Peter from behind, only for Sable to shoot and yank him away with her grapnel gun, kicking him down. Sable kicked an incoming Fisk soldier's baton out of his hand, with Peter proceeding to web it mid-air and spin it back at another Fisk soldier, knocking him flat. Sable knocked out the now-disarmed soldier with a swift knee to the gut. Peter shot a web at another incoming Fisk soldier and yanked him over. Sable then impromptu jumped on Peter's back and leaped off, spin-kicking the soldier in the face as she landed.

"Next time, ask for a boost," Peter groaned.

Peter kicked another Wild Pack soldier out of the way, and across the room, Adrian flew down and slammed a Wild Pack soldier to the ground before throwing two more at the wall. Peter and Adrian then made eye contact within all the chaos, with the two glaring at each other underneath their respective masks.

"You," Peter muttered.

Another Wild Pack soldier tried to charge at Peter, who grabbed him, punched him in the abdomen twice, and shot a web at the wall before attaching it to the soldier's back. The soldier was sent flying across the room, and Peter started running over to Adrian. Adrian then started flying full-speed at Peter.

"Round three, bitch," Adrian declared.

Peter jumped at Adrian as the two collided mid-air. Peter held onto Adrian as the latter flew around in the air, trying to shake Peter off. Peter threw some punches on Adrian's shoulder, and Adrian grabbed and threw Peter at the master stairway. Landing on the stairs, Peter looked up to see Adrian quickly flying towards him. Peter shot a web at Adrian's helmet and jumped out of the way, with Adrian ripping the webbing off before landing on the stairs. Peter kicked Adrian from behind, and Adrian turned around to receive a punch to the face. Adrian punched Peter back, knocking him down some of the stairs. Adrian flew down, only for Peter to stumble and jump out of the way. Adrian waved his wings around, with Peter dodged and slid under. Peter shot a web at a nearby table and swung it at Adrian, who smashed it with his wings. Peter went in for a kick to Adrian's chest, and delivered two more punches to the face before Adrian grabbed his fist. Adrian flew Peter across the room and into a wall, cracking part of it. Adrian punched Peter in the abdomen and across the face before a grapnel hook hit his wings. Adrian turned around and saw Silver Sable holding on with her grapnel gun.

"This again," Adrian scoffed as he flew down at high impact, knocking Sable back.

Sable got up and threw several shurikens at Adrian, who blocked most of them with his wings.

"Gah!" Adrian groaned as he pulled a shuriken out of his left arm. "You're gonna die for that!"

Sable pulled out her electrified batons. "We'll see."

Sable ran over and swung her batons at Adrian, who dodged and deflected them with his wings. Sable landed a blow to Adrian's chest and sweeped his leg, knocking him down. Adrian kicked Sable out of the way and flew back up, flying right at her. Sable rolled out of the way as Adrian smashed the ground next to her. Sable got up and Adrian shot a few feather blades at her. Sable ducked before somersaulting to avoid them, though Adrian flew over and smacked her aside with his wing. Adrian prepared some new feather blades and approached Sable, only for Peter to jump in the way.

"What? Had enough, kid?" Adrian chuckled.

"Yeah. Of you," Peter responded.

Sable walked up next to Peter, facing Adrian. "Don't go too hard. Enough people have been hurt already."

"Like I care," Adrian scoffed.

Sable smirked. "I wasn't talking to you."

Sable ran right back into the battle between the armies as Peter ran right at Adrian, who grabbed him as they flew around and struggled mid-air. Adrian threw Peter towards one of the pillars, which Peter clinged to. Adrian flew over and fired feather blades, which Peter dodged by jumping and crawling across the pillar. Adrian flew full-force at the pillar and smashed through it, sending marble falling to the ground, crushing a few soldiers from both armies. Peter tried to shoot webs at the falling marble, only for Adrian to grab him mid-air. Adrian punched Peter in the face twice, and Peter punched him in the face back. Adrian then threw Peter at one of the windows, with the latter smashing through the glass and out of the tower. Peter quickly shot a web at the tower, swinging back over and clinging to it from the outside. Peter looked out and watched the shootout on the street. Before he could do anything, his enhanced senses warned him of Adrian flying behind him. Peter turned around, only to be quickly grabbed by the neck and flown away from the tower. As Adrian flew Peter across the city, Peter punched Adrian in the face twice and broke his grasp, falling down. Adrian started flying down towards Peter, who shot a web at a nearby building and swung over to it. He released it and shot another web, continuing to swing away from Adrian.

"Give it up, kid!" Adrian exclaimed as he pursued Peter in the air.

Adrian threw some feathered blades at Peter, who quickly swung out of the way and flipped in the air to dodge the blades. As one of the blades passed Peter, he shot a web at it and swung it back at Adrian. Adrian deflected the blade with his wing as Peter clumsily fell on top of a nearby building. As Peter started to get up, Adrian flew over and punched him in the face, sending him across the building. Peter struggled to get up, his vision slightly blurry. He could vaguely make out Adrian several feet away, slowly descending with his wings. His uncle's final voicemail echoed throughout Peter's head in that moment.

"Peter. I'm sorry that conversation turned out the way it did. I'm not perfect, and I know there's never any way I could replace your father. Don't get me wrong, I know a lot's been changing with you beginning high school and startin' to make friends. As cliche as it sounds, you're becoming a man. And you gotta decide what kind of choices you make and who to surround yourself with. Your parents both believed that you were destined to do amazing things. So do me and Aunt May. When I first told you that you'll someday have plenty of amazing friends who'd stand up for you someday, I didn't mean that lightly. Because you're a giver, Peter. And we need them in a world full of takers. You've got so many gifts, especially with that heart and intelligence at your age. And you gotta use that all for others. What I'm tryin' to say is, with great power, there needs to come great responsibility. So come home, Peter. I love you. And never forget."

Peter struggled as he slowly started to get up. He faced Adrian in the snowing atmosphere.

"When life kicks you in the ass. Kick it in the ass back."

Adrian flew closer to Peter, who steadily got back on his feet.

"Last chance. For you to make this even less painful than it's already gonna be," Adrian threatened.

"What's the matter? Scared?" Peter responded, echoing Adrian's first ever words to him.

Adrian threw a punch at Peter, who grabbed his fist. Peter then punched Adrian in the ribs, knocking him back. Peter went in for a Superman punch, only for Adrian to smack him aside. Getting back up, Peter shot multiple webs at Adrian, who blocked them with his wings. Peter shot two webs at Adrian's wings and swung himself over, kicking him a few feet away. As Adrian started getting back up, Peter ran over and punched him across the face. Adrian uppercut Peter into the air and flew up to grab his leg. Adrian threw Peter across the roof, and Peter stumbled and managed to clumsily land on his feet. Adrian flew over to Peter, who jumped over him. Peter kicked Adrian from behind, though Adrian turned around and started swinging at Peter with his wings. Peter dodged and jumped over the wings, only for the left one to hit him in the chest, knocking him back. Peter got up and ducked under an incoming punch by Adrian. Peter threw a punch, which Adrian deflected before kicking Peter as his wings provided a boost. The two then fiercely charged at each other again.

…

In his office on the top fiftieth floor of Fisk Tower, Wilson Fisk started preparing and loading up his shotgun. Eventually, Silver Sable kicked the door open.

Fisk smirked. "Dear Silvija. Is this how you want it all to end?"

"The amount of people you've killed. Everyone you took from me," Sable coldly stated.

"It's what you get for underestimating me."

"Keep talking when I make you choke on your own blood."

"Ungrateful bitch, you know damn well I wanted to help Symkaria!" Fisk ranted.

"Yeah, that's why you continue to tear apart communities. Murder like second nature. If the Foreigner's right about one thing, everything you have burns with you tonight, uncle," Sable declared.

"Keep dreaming."

Fisk pulled out his shotgun and fired at Sable, who swiftly stepped aside to dodge the shot. Sable ran across the office, avoiding another shot and somersaulted to avoid a third one. Mid-air, Sable threw a few shuriken at the shotgun, knocking it out of Fisk's hand. Sable shot her grapnel gun at Fisk, but he caught the grapnel with his hand and crushed it. Fisk yanked Sable over, and she quickly dodged a few hits from Fisk. Sable countered with a punch to the jaw and kicked him in the chest. Fisk deflected a punch from Sable and smacked her aside. Knocked to the ground, Sable got back up and pulled out her electrified batons. She ran over and swung them at Fisk, who evaded two swings and smacked Sable's arm aside, sending one of the batons across the room. Sable swung her other baton at Fisk, who grabbed her arm and punched her in the abdomen. Fisk then flipped Sable on to the ground. Crawling away, Sable got back up as Fisk smirked. Placing a hand on her sheath, Sable pulled out a sleek sword. It was four feet long from hilt to tip, with a polished, silver steel finish reflecting only the faintest light.

"My father used this sword. He wielded it to slay down his enemies before they could even blink. He named it after a warrior in Symkarian legend; one that slayed demons. Nightbane."

Sable charged at Fisk and swung her sword, with Fisk quickly moving out of the way. Fisk ducked under another swing, and barely jumped away as a third one nearly caught his throat. Fisk pulled out a gun and started firing at Sable, who jumped out of the way and behind some desks. Fisk kept shooting as he ran over to his desk, hiding behind it. A few seconds passed and Sable came into plain view.

"Even now, you can't stop hiding. Just gonna make it easier for me to-"

Sable was interrupted by two marble pillars opening a hidden panel each, with two automated gun turrets emerging from them. The machines whirred to life, aiming at Sable. Sable's reflexes kicked in as she leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding a hail of bullets that ripped through the spot where she'd just been standing. She ducked behind a marble column as the turrets fired relentlessly, chipping away at the stone.

"That all you can do, uncle?!" Sable shouted over the gunfire, gripping Nightbane tightly.

Sable sprinted, flipping over a stream of bullets from both turrets. She sliced through one turret with one fluid swing of Nightbane, jumping behind the pillar afterward. Sparks flew as the machine collapsed and blew up.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Fisk's voice yelled.

Sable threw a smoke bomb in the room, encapsulating the surrounding area in smoke. The second turret stopped shooting for a little, though it was blown up before it could keep going. As Sable hid in the smoke, she barely jumped to the ground fast enough and ducked as an incoming desk was thrown at her. The desk smashed in pieces behind Sable. As Sable got up, she swiftly blocked an incoming blade with her sword. Fisk kicked Sable in the abdomen, knocking her down. Sable got up and saw Fisk emerging out of the smoke, wielding a black katana.

Sable aimed her own sword at Fisk. "Some uncle you were."

"It never had to be like this. Like father, like daughter. Both of you trying to mess with business you don't understand," Fisk justified.

"I don't give a shit what you call it anymore. The trail of blood and tears you've left behind ends here," Sable declared.

Fisk carried his sword in front of him. "You're committed, I'll give you that. Before I slice you through, I want you to remember. You're my niece. You always will be. But I make zero exceptions to anyone that's brought the damage you have. If you had any naive hope about this being quick, you're sorely mistaken. Each minute that passes after this… will be a minute added to how long I cut open your insides before killing you. It's funny, you know what they say about family being everything."

"To hell with that."

Sable quickly swung her sword, but Fisk caught her blade with his own. Fisk's brute strength pushed Sable back as their swords clashed, and Fisk swung for Sable's head. She ducked, and swung for Fisk's chest, though he deflected Sable's hit. Fisk deflected two more of Sable's hits, and swung with heavy force, knocking Sable back a little as she blocked the hits. The two fiercely dueled throughout the office as sparks flew. Sable kept evading and deflecting Fisk's swings, trying to go in for a closer hit. She rolled across the floor to dodge another swing and went for Fisk's leg, only for him to deflect that with his sword. Sable jumped over another swing from Fisk, and the two exchanged some more clashes before Fisk backed Sable against one of the pillars. Sable kicked Fisk in the abdomen twice, and ducked under a fierce swing from Fisk, scraping the pillar.

…

The Foreigner and Herman fought in Fisk's art gallery. Herman tore apart paintings and sculptures with his vibrational blasts as he tried to hit the Foreigner, who kept dodging. One blast hit Foreigner and sent him against a gold lion sculpture.

"Alright, fun time's over," Herman declared, dialing up his gauntlets. "Every base you guys have blown up and all the men you've-"

Foreigner quickly grabbed his rifle and shot at the chandelier above Herman. Herman looked up, only for the chandelier to fall and crash on him, knocking him out. Foreigner got back up and ran out of the gallery.

…

Peter got punched down by Adrian, and kicked across the rooftop. Peter groaned as he felt his arm, and Adrian staggered a little as he felt his side. Still, Adrian flew over and tried to kick Peter, who jumped out of the way and shot a web at Adrian's head. Peter yanked Adrian over and kicked him across the face, knocking him down. Adrian groaned, though he managed to grab Peter's incoming kick, flipping him on the ground. Adrian kicked Peter in the face, though the latter quickly got back up. Peter deflected two of Adrian's punches, and grabbed his right arm. Peter punched Adrian in the abdomen, though Adrian blocked an incoming knee strike from Peter. Adrian punched Peter across the face and tripped his left leg, knocking him down. Peter shot some webs at Adrian, who blocked them with his wings. Peter ran in and started punching Adrian's wings, which were still shielding Adrian. With enough force, Peter punched Adrian across the roof a few feet. Peter approached, only for his enhanced senses to warn him of incoming feather blades, promoting him to jump out of the way. However, one grazed Peter in the left arm mid-air.

"Gah!" Peter groaned as he fell down, feeling his arm.

Peter covered up the cut with some webbing, and he barely jumped down in time to avoid Adrian flying at him. Adrian flew over at Peter again, only for Peter to jump over him and onto Adrian's wings. Peter attempted to rip Adrian's wings off, prompting Adrian to fly around and try to shake him off. Adrian then flew at full speed away from the building, with Peter holding on for dear life. Peter started punching and prying at Adrian's jetpack, looking for a structural weakness.

"Quit it!" Adrian growled as he kept trying to fly faster.

Peter ripped off the access panel and let it fly away in the air. He looked at the small exhaust ports near the bottom of the jet assembly, intended to keep the power core stable. Peter quickly shot a webline to the lower right jet exhaust, clogging it up. Instantly, the heat from the engine started to rise, and the whole mechanism sputtered for a second as it strained to keep running.

"The hell are you doing?!" Adrian yelled, trying to shake Peter off as his speed descended a little.

Peter shifted his position on the jetpack as Adrian flew wildly, trying to throw him off balance. Peter reached toward the jetpack's central power regulator, pulling a few wires apart.

"Shuttin' you down!" Peter responded as he kept pulling more wires.

"You're gonna get us both killed, idiot!" Adrian roared.

Adrian's right wing sparked up and flared with an ear-piercing screech as the system overloaded. Peter was forced to hold on as Adrian's flight became erratic, with plumes of smoke coming from the wings as the two started spiraling downward towards the docks, losing altitude fast. Peter desperately tried to hold on, but the wild spinning motion sent him tumbling off into free fall. As adrenaline and panic surged throughout Peter's body, he fired several webs at the docks in front of him. One of the webs landed on a cargo container, and Peter clumsily swung down towards it and hit the side of it, falling a few feet down.

"Shit! Man, thank God for enhanced durability," Peter muttered as he got up, feeling his side.

However, Peter looked up and saw Adrian erratically flying towards the docks. Adrian landed somewhere farther, and a crash was heard. Peter ran over to go look, moving throughout several cargo containers, cranes, and ships. Peter reached an open space between two rusted cranes, until his enhanced senses started warning him. Peter turned around and grabbed Adrian's fist, only for Adrian to punch him in the face with his other fist, knocking him down. His armored wingsuit scorched and damaged, Adrian retracted his damaged wings as they both fell to the ground.

"All the shit you've caused. And the pain in the ass you've been. These wings cost more than a million! And you just tore them apart like NOTHING! You had plenty of chances to make this easier on yourself. I'm finishing this. Right now, kid."

Adrian retracted three blades from both his wrists. Peter got up, facing Adrian. Yelling, Adrian lunged forward with surprising speed, slashing at Peter with his blades. Peter dodged to the side, but felt a sting as a blade grazed his right arm. Peter kicked Adrian's arm, knocking him down and sending one of the blades flying. Adrian got up and ducked under an incoming punch from Peter. Peter went for another punch, only for Adrian to smack it aside and grab Peter, punching him twice in the face before kicking him down. Peter started shooting some webs at Adrian, restraining him. However, Adrian broke through with his bladed arms and ran at Peter, who spin kicked him back. Getting back up, Adrian threw two punches that Peter dodged, and Peter managed to grab his left fist. Adrian swung at Peter with his right arm, only for Peter to jump back and smack him against the cargo container. Peter then jumped and ran across the side of the container, kicking Adrian across the face and knocking him down. As Peter was heavily panting, Adrian struggled himself before charging back at Peter. Peter evaded two more of Adrian's bladed swings before punching him in the side and the chin. Peter then shot a web at Adrian's face and kneed him in the face, knocking him back down. Adrian struggled to get up, only making it to his knees. Peter fired some webs at Adrian's hands and knees, restraining him.

"Had enough, old man?" Peter asked.

"You really think… any of this is gonna mean anything? G-get this through your head. Nothing you ever do will be enough to save this city and throw out all the corruption. Fisk will never topple, but e-even if he did… you have n-no idea who else wants that throne. Take away one of the so-called 'bad guys' and they'll just keep comin' in," Adrian mocked.

"And I'll keep being there to stop them. That whole empire of Fisk's is gonna be taken down after you're locked in a cold cell," Peter promised. "Whoever comes after that can talk to me. Oh, and one more thing."

Peter walked a little closer to the restrained and injured Adrian. "Stay the fuck out of my city."

Peter delivered one final punch to Adrian's face, breaking off his helmet as he fell to the ground for good. His face bruised and bleeding, Adrian groaned for a little before losing consciousness. Groaning himself, Peter sat down against the shipping container as he started to catch his breath.

…

Silver Sable and Fisk continued their duel, with Sable going in more aggressively with her swings. Fisk quickly deflected her blows, and the two got stuck in a blade lock. The two fighters furiously struggled against each other, only for Fisk to shove Sable off balance and cut her right leg.

"Gah!" Sable yelled as she fell down.

Fisk plunged his sword down towards Sable, only for her to catch his blade with her own. As the two struggled with their swords, Fisk chuckled as his blade got closer to Sable's neck.

"It didn't have to end like this," Fisk coldly said.

At that moment, Fisk was shot in the left arm by an energy beam.

"Ahh! Son of a bitch!" Fisk growled, stepping back and grabbing his arm.

The Foreigner walked in, aiming his rifle directly at Fisk. "Wilson Fisk."

"Foreigner?!" Sable exclaimed.

"I'll deal with you later." Foreigner said to Sable before turning back to Fisk. "I told you you'd watch everything burn before your death.

Fisk gave Foreigner a murderous glare. "You did all of this. YOU!"

"Guilty as charged. In the next twenty-five minutes, the jet's gonna be called in. And let me tell you, the missiles it's carrying? On top of all the firepower, state-of-the-art smart targeting, seismic warheads—not just gonna turn your little empire here into a smoking crater. Let's just say, five city blocks is my estimated max."

"Foreigner! You… you didn't-" Sable started.

"You ruined the entire night! Shot at my guests! You're going to demolish my city, AND YOU COULD'VE KILLED MY WIFE!" Fisk roared.

"Like how your men killed my brother and sister? ALL THE LIVES YOU'VE STOLEN?" Foreigner retaliated.

Fisk yelled in pure rage as he ran at full speed towards Foreigner. Foreigner fired at Fisk, only for him to quickly move to the side and have his left shoulder take the hit. Fisk grabbed Foreigner, running and smashing him against the wall, causing the rifle to fall from Foreifner's grasp.

"NOO!" Sable yelled, starting to get up as she struggled with her cut leg and other injuries.

Foreigner threw a punch, which Fisk grabbed before twisting his arm. Fisk punched Foreigner in the face with full force before grabbing and slamming him into the ground. Fisk delivered four rage-powered punches into the Foreigner, and Sable managed to get to her feet and start charging at Fisk. Fisk then threw both of his fists into thunderous, bone-shattering blow to Foreigner's chest. The ground cracked as Foreigner was driven into it, cracking his armor.

"GAHHHHH!" Sable furiously yelled as she got closer to Fisk and swung for his head with Nightbane.

Fisk barely ducked in time and punched Sable to the ground. Fisk grabbed the Foreigner's rifle and aimed it right at Sable.

"You bastard. You're gonna-" Sable started.

"Pay? Die? Heard it a thousand times. Now, let's get this over with," Fisk declared.

At that moment, one of Adrian's damaged wings was thrown right into the room at swift speed, hitting Fisk from behind and sending him a few feet across the room. Peter then swung and landed in the office.

"Spider!" Sable exclaimed.

"You son of a bitch," Fisk growled, glaring at Peter. "Where the hell is Adrian?!"

"Let's just say I knocked his ass out," Peter snarkily said.

Fisk groaned as he struggled for a little. "The unimaginable things I'm gonna do…"

Sable struggled as she got up, grabbing Nightbane. "Not like you're going to have any time to worry about that. Or anything else."

Sable approached the injured Fisk with her sword, prompting Peter to go over to her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?" Peter asked.

"The hell do you think? Out of the way," Sable stated, pushing past Peter.

Peyer walked back over to Sable. "Sable, don't-"

"LOOK!" Sable cried. "Look at all the death this scumbag has spread. He needs to die!"

Sable aimed her sword, only for Peter to grab her arm.

"You don't want to do this!" Peter yelled, holding Sable back.

"Get off me!" Sable screamed, grabbing a hidden electric baton from her waist and smacking Peter in the face, knocking him down.

A few tears streaking down her face, Sable raised Nightbane at the injured Fisk. Yelling, Sable slammed the ground in front of Fisk with her sword, cracking it. However, the crime boss didn't even flinch. Raising her sword again, Sable approached Fisk.

"Go ahead," Fisk said.

Yelling again, Sable tried to force Nightbane down, but was unable to. Sable descended a sword a little before stopping. Shaking, Sable aimed her sword at Fisk's face. Peter got up and walked over, recovered.

"It won't make you feel better," Peter warned.

Sable continued shaking, still trying to find the will to kill Fisk.

"Believe me, I know," Peter added.

After fifteen seconds, Sable yelled again and plunged her sword into the ground.

"Aww. How sweet," Fisk mocked.

Sable punched Fisk across the face. "It wasn't for you. Besides, we have bigger things to worry about now."

"What are you talking about?" Peter asked.

However, Sable ran over to the brutalized Foreigner. His armor was cracked, and his face was bruised up.

"What the hell were you thinking?! An assault of this kind, with our men!" Sable exclaimed, her eyes still tear-streaked.

"O-only way t-to change-" Foreigner struggled to say.

"No. You're wrong! I-I-—we can be better."

Foreigner coughed a little before responding. "D-don't care anymore. Save Symkaria."

Foreigner's body stiffened, his chest riding one last time before going still, the life in his eyes fading. Sable embraced the Foreigner's body, her tears flowing.

"I…I'm so sorry," Peter started. "I'm sorry about-"

"A jet will be coming in the next twenty minutes. The missiles will be enough to destroy this whole tower and a few surrounding city blocks," Sable revealed.

Peter felt his heart drop. "What?"

"I didn't summon it. Only thing we can do now is minimize the radius and save who we can."

"Uhh, HOW? We don't have much time, and-"

Peter's enhanced senses started warning him, and he turned around to get smacked aside by Fisk. Fisk kicked Sable out of the way as he ran out of the office, grabbing his phone and clenching his shoulder wound.

"James! Call the chopper, the building's going to get blown up! Grab Vanessa and meet me at the top!" Fisk yelled, running.

Peter and Sable got up. Before they could pursue, Captain Stacy, Officer DeWolff, and a few other cops burst into the office.

"We've contained the action inside and out and restrained whoever we could," Captain Stacy stated.

"Captain. There's missiles coming in the next twenty minutes. It could destroy this place and a few blocks," Peter revealed.

Captain Stacy's eyes widened. "Son of a bitch! Seriously?"

"Five blocks is the max. I had nothing to do with this, but all we can do now is evacuate everyone nearby," Sable added.

Captain Stacy immediately grabbed his radio, his voice sharp and urgent. "All units, listen up! We have an imminent missile strike on Fisk Tower, five-block radius potential destruction. This is not a drill. I need every available officer clearing civilians within that radius—NOW!"

"This is not happening," Peter whispered.

Chaos erupted over the radio, but Captain Stacy remained calm, turning to DeWolff. "Get the precincts involved. I need every firetruck, ambulance, and evacuation bus we can get. Prioritize residential buildings. Everyone possible. Unfortunately, this will probably be another situation of minimizing the casualties."

"God. We'll save whoever we can, Captain. I'll go start with the evacuations!" DeWolff assured, walking to the side to radio in additional support.

Captain Stacy turned to Peter and Sable. "If there's a way to minimize or prevent the damage, we need it. Can we disarm at least one of the missiles?"

Peter rubbed his head, thinking fast. "I could try to swing over and hack one, but I don't know if even I'm smart enough for that."

"I can get my jet and try to take them out in the air. But we have to hurry," Sable declared.

"Damn right," Captain Stacy said before grabbing his radio.

…

Police helicopters hovered above the city, with Captain Stacy coordinating the frantic evacuation from the rooftop of a nearby building. Spotlights swept across the chaos below as officers on the ground shouted for people to clear the streets. Civilians scrambled into the nearest rescue choppers, police guiding them swiftly inside. Cops also took civilians in their cruisers and rushed them out of the city.

"Move, move, move!" Officer DeWolff yelled from the ground, gesturing for people to move to the cruisers and choppers.

"Keep 'em running!" Captain Stacy commanded over his radio. "We save anyone possible!"

Suddenly, the loud, distinct sound of enemy jets echoed overhead. Captain Stacy looked up to see two Symkarian jets flying, carrying two long missiles each.

"Oh, shit," Captain Stacy said.

Fortunately, Sable's jet soon surged into the fray, pursuing the enemy jets at full speed. Peter was helping evacuate civilians on the ground, and looked up and saw Sable's jet.

"Hell, yeah," Peter said, proceeding to swing up a building.

Inside the jet, Sable was fully concentrated on the enemies. One of the jets flew out of the way, and Sable continued pursuing the other one. The targeting grid on her screen adjusted, locking onto the nearest enemy aircraft's electronics. Flipping a switch, she activated her jet's EMP pulse. As Sable got close enough, she pressed a button and sent the EMP pulse flying toward the jet. The pulse hit its mark, sending a blue electric wave across the enemy's fuselage.

"Bingo," Sable muttered.

Sparks exploded from the cockpit and missiles as the jet's systems shorted out. The engine sputtered, and the pilot ejected out of the jet with his parachute. The powerless jet dipped in a downward spiral towards the street. As the jet fell and formed a crater on a street, the now deactivated missiles didn't go off.

"Yes!" Peter yelled as he was helping evacuate civilians.

However, from behind, the second Symkarian jet had locked onto Sable's jet in the air and fired some blue electrical blasts.

"Shit!" Sable yelled as she yanked the controls, attempting to evade.

A deafening explosion rocked her jet, tearing through the fuselage. The cockpit filled with alarms, smoke, and sparks as her systems failed. As she could start smelling incoming flames, Sable reached for the ejection lever and pulled hard. Sable's seat rocketed out of the damaged jet with compressed air. As Sable activated her parachute, the jet exploded several feet above her, sending a few flames down and tearing apart the parachute. Sable ripped off the parachute as she free fell towards the ground. She took out her grapnel gun and shot a hook towards an incoming building. She swung over and grabbed onto the roof, falling onto the fire escape stairs. Groaning, she got up and saw the jet flying in the direction of Fisk Tower.

…

Captain Stacy watched as the last civilians boarded the police choppers. Officers on the ground directed the final wave of people into the waiting cruisers. Peter brought over a few final civilians and led them towards the choppers.

"That's the last of them!" Officer DeWolff said on her radio, hustling toward one of the cruisers.

Stacy pulled out his radio, glancing at the darkening sky. "Good. Let's get out of here. All units, fall back! Get everyone out, now!"

The remaining cruisers drove out of the streets, and the final choppers flew away in the sky. Peter turned instinctively as he spotted the remaining Symkarian jet flying toward Fisk Tower.

"Shit!" Peter exclaimed as he jumped and swung off in the opposite direction as far as he could.

The missiles streaked across the city with deadly precision, heading straight for Fisk Tower. After a few minutes, the world seemed to slow down as the missiles impacted the bottom and top of the building, triggering a colossal explosion.

…

The blast ripped through Fisk Tower with a deafening roar. Flames erupted, engulfing all the floors in a fiery inferno. The windows shattered in a series of violent bursts, raining glass onto the streets below. The shockwave from the explosion surged outward, the force rippling through the air. Peter felt the impact before he saw it, as a shockwave hit him like a sledgehammer, knocking him sideways. He tumbled through the air, barely managing to fire a web at a nearby building to steady himself. His ears rang, and his vision blurred momentarily as he swung. The once-pristine Fisk Tower was now burning and collapsing. The flames licked the nearby snow-covered streets, the intense heat instantly turning ice into steam. The fire scorched the ground, melting through patches of snow as it raged onward, turning the winter wonderland into a fiery inferno.

Peter landed on top of a building, pulling his mask up to above his nose. He coughed and started to catch his breath, watching in horror. The destruction was immense, with the smoke visible from any distance. Peter's whole body screamed in exhaustion, with his bruises hurting even for his durability. He looked up and watched all the police choppers flying away from the destruction. He looked down at the streets and watched all the cruisers speeding out of the city. Sighing, Peter jumped off the building and swung off.

…

The bruised up and exhausted Peter stumbled into his bathroom, now dressed in regular clothes. He rubbed concealer all over his facial bruises and collapsed on his bed. Peter checked his phone and went through the news, instantly finding new articles and videos on the explosion at Fisk Tower. He clicked on a live broadcast on TikTok.

"Good evening, this is Lilly Samberg with Fact Channel News, with breaking coverage of the attack on philanthropist Wilson Fisk's Christmas Eve gala. The event at Fisk Tower turned into a war zone when an armed assault was launched by the Wild Pack, led by a mercenary who went by the 'Foreigner.' This battle reportedly involved the infamous spider vigilante, and the mysterious woman in silver that's been spotted in the past. The chaos intensified with the appearance of a flying criminal with mechanical wings, identified as Adrian Toomes, now in police custody. Some media outlets have reportedly started calling him the 'Vulture.' He and the spider vigilante were spotted battling in the air by witnesses. Ultimately, the war ended in a massive explosion after two missiles struck Fisk Tower, engulfing the entire building in flames. Remarkably, due to the NYPD and Captain George Stacy's swift evacuation and perimeter, along with intervention from the vigilantes, zero casualties were reported. Authorities confirm a few injuries, but the quick actions taken by everyone involved prevented any fatalities. Fisk Tower remains in ruins, and the investigation into the attack is ongoing. As for the attack on Fisk Tower, several soldiers perished, including Foreigner himself. And a few guests were reporte-"

Peter turned off his phone, closing his eyes. It only took a few seconds before he was knocked out.

…

Peter woke up in the middle of a vast, dark expanse, wearing his upgraded dark red-and-blue suit. Certain parts of the suit felt heavier, as if the shadows themselves were trying to pull him into the abyss. The air felt heavy, thick with an unnatural stillness. He couldn't see where the ground ended or the sky began—everything was a swirling void, endless and oppressive.

"Peter Parker."

Peter turned around, startled. "Who is that?! Where the hell did that come from?"

"Child. I assume by now, you have realized only a mere hint of your capabilities," a deep, ominous voice said.

"What are you talking about? And how do you know what I've been up to?"

"I have traveled vast worlds. Witnessed the most capable and knowledgeable minds. All that talent…"

"Okay, and your point is? Alright, who the hell are you?!"

"The only one who is not deluded into what needs to be done for the living. Right now, my priority is you."

"Me? Seriously? Why?" Peter asked, unsettled.

"Your raw power. Genius intellect. Rebellious, determined, willing to throw yourself into the line of fire. Everything I need," the voice eerily responded.

"Okay, I don't know what kind of bullshit you're trying to drag me into, but no. Not interested."

"As of now. I have seen how your people treat you. Bullied, isolated… they could all be insignificant flies compared to you. I have a very strong feeling you will be joining me in the future."

"I said, not interested. I'm gonna do what I can to protect people. Don't even try to interfere with that."

"Who said I will? I don't just reach out to anybody. I believe it is your destiny. To help me not only cleanse your world. But the galaxy," the voice predicted.

"Bullshit. I'm done hearing all this, and I'm not helping you!" Peter exclaimed. "Who are you? And get me out of here!"

Peter blinked and found himself standing inside a massive, decaying cathedral. The walls seemed alive, constructed of twisted, black organic tendrils that pulsed with a dark energy, as if the building itself was breathing. The architecture was jagged and sharp, with towering spires that twisted upward into a swirling sky of black and deep crimson. Massive pillars of black stone jutted out of the ground at odd angles, covered in grotesque carvings of monstrous figures.

In the center of the lair was a colossal throne made from the same black tendrils and bone-like structures. It rose high, jagged and twisted, with a glowing red energy seeping out from cracks in its surface.

"The day you meet the King in Black. Inevitable. And whether you join me or not. We will fight, Peter Parker."

As Peter took a step back, a silhouette flickered for half a second at the edge of his vision—a towering shadow with long white hair and glowing red eyes.

…

Peter woke up, feeling mostly refreshed. He shrugged, shaking off that bad dream. He checked his phone, and saw that it was 3:36 PM.

"Holy shit!" Peter exclaimed.

Peter got up, some of the concealer smudged off his face. He walked over to the bathroom and washed off his face. Looking back at his semi-healed face in the mirror, Peter proceeded to reapply the concealer to the few bruises left. Once Peter was done, he changed clothes and went down to the kitchen, where Aunt May was making hot chocolate.

"Merry Christmas, Pete! I thought I heard you upstairs, so I figured I'd make some hot cocoa! The peppermint flavor that you love so much," Aunt May said with a smile.

"Oh, yeah! Great, thanks! My God, Aunt May. You're okay, right?" Peter asked.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean… well, it—it just feels kinda weird? I guess?"

"If you're referring to that big explosion at Fisk Tower, it's been all over the news, so I'm pretty much caught up. And you texted me yesterday that you were safe, so I wasn't freaking out on the way home last night. You were fast asleep, and I'll be honest, you definitely looked like you needed it. That's why I let you sleep in."

"Yeah. Right. And thanks, but… you know."

Aunt May paused for a little before responding. "Look, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't difficult to a degree. Thanksgiving had its ups and down. And sure, this is the new norm for us we'll have to get used to. Which we hopefully will. Until then, Ben wouldn't exactly want us just sitting around and moping."

Peter chuckled a little. "No he wouldn't."

"As tough as it is, we still got each other. And Ben's still here with us. No matter what. Plus, it seems pretty impossible to be upset when it's supposed to be holiday spirits."

"Yeah, seriously. You're right. And honestly, we will make it a good Christmas. I mean, the fact that it's snowing this year is nice."

Aunt May passed Peter a cup of hot cocoa and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.. "And on top of hot chocolate and cookies, I ordered a pizza."

"What? Seriously?" Peter stated.

"Yep, Christmas pizza. I put in an order at Papa Stanley's for one large pepperoni and a large combo without the mushrooms."

"Oh, sick. Definitely gonna have to devour half of that when it gets here."

"Until then, presents!" Aunt May enthusiastically exclaimed.

Peter's eyes widened. "Shit, right!"

Peter and Aunt May went to the Christmas tree, with two wrapped gifts near it. Peter then opened his gift from Aunt May.

"My God, Aunt May! You shouldn't have! Thank you, but damn!" Peter exclaimed, finding a new binocular compound microscope.

Aunt May pat Peter's shoulder. "Of course I had to! You've been wanting one for a few years, and you've been working so hard at school! Seriously, couldn't have thought of a better time.

Peter hugged his aunt. "Thank you, May. Seriously, it means the world."

"Of course, hon."

"Now open my gift! See what I got you!"

Aunt May opened Peter's gift, finding a new air fryer.

"Peter! My goodness, how?! Are you serious?" Aunt May exclaimed. "How the hell did you afford this?"

"I had to beat up a guy in a cage for money," Peter said flatly.

Aunt May rolled her eyes. "Funny. But thank you, Peter. For real. Everything I'm gonna cook with this, God!"

"No prob, May. Least I could do."

"Stop, you already do enough. Anyway, I was thinking we put on a movie?"

"Remember when we'd watch Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer every winter when it came on TV?"

The doorbell rang at that point.

"Oh yeah, you recorded it a few years ago! Turn that on!" Aunt May encouraged. "I'll get the pizza."

Peter went over to to turn on the TV, putting on the recording. Aunt May came shortly after, holding two boxes of pizza, two cold water bottles, and the plate of cookies. She quickly went back to the kitchen and brought back the hot chocolates. The two sat on the couch and started eating as they watched the special.

"Thanks a lot, May. This tastes amazing, that's already obvious," Peter admitted.

"Absolutely. And hey. We deserve it," Aunt May declared.

Peter smiled. "Yes we do. Merry Christmas, Aunt May."

"Merry Christmas, Peter."

…

Later that night, a secret, dimly lit lab hummed with the quiet whir of machines. A shadowed figure moved between various monitors, each screen displaying complex schematics and technical readouts. On one screen, the outline of a sleek, armored suit rotated slowly. A news report of Fisk Tower's explosion was on another screen.

"Time to resume. Keep going with everything. Project BEETLE," a voice said.

...

One evening three days later, a suited-up Peter crouched on top of a building, gazing out at the dark sky. He watched the snow flowing through the air and blanketing the city below.

"Hey."

Unsurprised, Peter turned around to see Silver Sable standing on the building.

"You're some kind of ninja, aren't you?" Peter chuckled.

"I wouldn't exactly call it that. Look. I wanted to say… you weren't bad out there yesterday," Sable admitted.

"That's a hell of a way of saying thank you. But hey, I'm not the one that disabled one of their jets."

"Your efforts and combat saved more people than would've been possible. Fisk isn't anywhere close to being taken down. But the men locked up and the damage to his resources. Not even he'll be able to dig himself out that quickly."

"So, it wasn't for nothing at all. Well, good. Like, I've been in some pretty intense situations, but that tower—that was something else."

"I get the dreadful feeling it won't be the last time you'll be dealing with that scale of conflict. So be prepared."

"What makes you so sure of that?" Peter asked.

"If there's anyone more than hellbent on protecting this city, it's you. You may fight enemies worse than Fisk. Face betrayal from trusted ones. Confront the risk of losing your soul to a city that may end up resenting you someday," Sable warned.

Peter looked down. "I have to try."

A few seconds passed before Sable replied. "I know. Same too."

"You're going back to Symkaria?"

Sable walked closer to Peter, looking out into the city with him. "All these years, I thought I was a soldier. Bringing war to Fisk's empire and avenging my family. My country. My home had become a warzone for a long time… and I didn't realize I was repeating history here. All the battle and destruction. Yesterday was a step forward, but none of this death will ever be worth it."

Peter paused for a little, looking ahead. "I…. I'm really sorry about your country and everything that's happened. Your soldiers and your partners. With Fisk and your family, that's all so screwed up."

"All the death and loss…" Sable sighed. "All I can do is fight for them. Without losing myself."

"Believe me, you have no clue how much I get that."

"Oh, I don't doubt it. In Symkaria, I'll be doing everything I can to fight the corruption. Rid the climate of any hint of Fisk's influence. It won't be overnight, but it's not impossible."

"If there's anyone I know that can fight, it's you. Also, when do you leave? Am I ever gonna see you again?" Peter asked.

"My contact will fly me out tomorrow. And we'll have to see. If there's anything life has taught me, it almost never goes the way you anticipate. And also… thank you. For pulling me out of the darkness. I hope I can return the favor someday."

"You did that yourself."

Sable gave a smile. "They're all going to need you. Take care of your city."

Peter returned the smile underneath his mask. "You too."

Sirens were then heard, and Peter and Sable looked down to see two cruisers chasing a van, with two guys shooting at the cops from their windows.

"Last one for the road? Before you leave?" Peter proposed.

Sable smirked. "Thought you'd never ask, Spider."

"Spider-Man," Peter responded.

"Sure," Sable chuckled.

Spider-Man and Silver Sable jumped off the building, shooting their respective webline and grapnel hook to swing down towards the chase, ready to fight.

End of Spider-Man: Destiny - Year 1

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FINALLY. I know I promised this weeks ago, but I really needed to make sure this finale was the best, most action-packed, emotional, and overall satisfying close to this first year of my Peter Parker's story. Year 2 will definitely bring in some new friends, enemies, and insane plots! Right now, I'm aiming to hopefully have the Year 2 premiere out in the next month! I'm aiming to make the second year overall bigger and better.

In terms of my personal life, things have been going great! I had my first therapy session with a client ever as a therapist yesterday. Definitely Excited to see where that career takes me. I'm also very happy with my family and friends right now, and I've still been watching a lot of great stuff! A lot has changed in the last decade, and this year really has been full-circle for me in a variety of ways.

Thank you all so much for continuing to read and support my stories. Again, I was gone for a while, but my return has honestly been nothing short of joyful, nostalgic, fun, and rewarding. And I have you all to thank for that for the endless support. Look out for Year 2 in the next month, and as always, favs, follows, and reviews are always appreciated! Thank you and I'll see you guys soon!

ZoyeZest - Hey! I'm really flattered by the commision offer, but truth be told, I'm still figuring out a lot of things with finances! As for if I'd ever want to consider in the future, it's definitely possible! I've gotten a few offers from artists, so at the end of the day, it would come down to who I think could fit my needs best aesthetic wise for the story. I'm saying all this purely to be transparent, by the way! But hey, that's really far into the future and there will be contact if I think of adapting it to graphic art someday! Thank you again for the offer and good luck with all your work!

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