3rd POV
Somewhere in Queens, New York,
An unusual scene was unfolding—or perhaps more common than expected, given the constant changes in this city. A large green man was flying on some kind of advanced device, chasing a man in red who was swinging between buildings using webs, agility, and flexibility to maneuver through them.
Behind him, energy blasts and explosions were continuously launched. Curiously, he was nearly hit several times, but always managed to dodge by mere seconds or inches, which clearly irritated the Green Goblin.
"Spider-Man! Stop dodging and surrender!"
The irritated voice came along with a blast of green smoke and energy bolts.
As for the so-called Spider-Man, he spun midair and shot webs straight into the Goblin's face.
"I'm fine, thanks. But I'd appreciate it if you stopped demolishing the city — things are expensive, you know?"
His voice was playful, but there was still a hint of tension and anxiety, even if well hidden.
A bomb was launched directly at his face, but fortunately, he used a web to pull himself backward and retreat.
The chase and scattered attacks continued for a while, until they reached a relatively empty area.
There, Spider-Man changed his movement pattern. He leapt to a tree and shot webs that latched onto the Green Goblin's arm. Without delay, he fired bluish-green bioenergy from his hands, hitting him directly.
Green Goblin: "ACKK!!!"
A cry of pain escaped his mouth.
At that moment, a strange attack came from below, accompanied by a bizarre sound from behind.
Powerful vines erupted and grabbed the Goblin's flying device, forcefully tearing it from his feet.
And as if that wasn't enough, when he finally broke free from the webs and tried to regain his balance and retrieve his gear, he turned around—only to see a reptilian creature, as dark as the night, flying toward him.
As it opened its mouth, it fired a beam of purple energy that launched him straight into the ground.
Smoke rose, and as the Green Goblin stood up, he wore an expression of irritation and sarcasm.
"So you're not alone, Spider-Man. Typical of an arrogant little insect... fooling others, but I—"
He seemed ready to continue his speech, but stopped suddenly.
The ground and air around him began to glow. Suspicious black letters and symbols began to cover his body, preventing him from moving or channeling any energy from his transformation. In fact, he felt as if he might even revert to his normal form due to the restriction.
In the air, golden runes and bluish magical letters appeared. Within seconds, they struck his head, forming a white-and-blue headband with a powerful golden rune in the center.
The whole thing happened in seconds—fast and intense enough to prevent any reaction.
The one behind the formation finally revealed themselves.
Shrouded in a mysterious mist, their hands moved gracefully through the air, coordinating the effects acting on the ground and the Goblin's body.
At times they formed glowing blue-white letters surrounded by spiritual blue fire; other times, dark seals resembling ancient curses, or golden runes radiating magical energy.
"Sorry, Mr. Goblin. You're going to have to sleep for a while."
The voice, neutral and without a clear gender, echoed in the villain's ears. A dense energy entered his mind and forced him into a deep, indefinite sleep.
The mystical and magical energies around him fully wrapped his body, placing him in a powerful state of sealing.
The mysterious individual then turned to Spider-Man and spoke:
"He's sealed. It should last a while. Let's let our friend treat his condition and work on a proper serum."
Spider-Man, now on the ground, nodded in agreement.
At that moment, the helpers finally revealed themselves.
A large western black dragon with beautiful eyes approached its master and rubbed its head affectionately.
From within the trees, a creature resembling an ancient turtle with a massive pink flower on its back appeared—something between a dragon and a Venusaur.
The figure affectionately caressed both and spoke:
"Bengala, Venusaur, thank you for your help today. You did great."
Both grunted in response, as if to say "no problem."
"Hey… I'm getting jealous."
The voice of the spider-man came with a slightly bitter tone, making the masked figure laugh.
?: "I'll make it up to you later. Let's go."
He stored the two creatures and, in the blink of an eye, teleported away with the Green Goblin to who-knows-where.
...
MC POV
About five days had passed.
I watched with curiosity as Harry, Peter, and some trusted scientists studied various projects.
They were aiming to develop a serum to stabilize the Green Goblin's condition without harming his health.
As for me, I helped from time to time, mostly using the arthropod when only Peter and Harry were around. Of course, my AI helped a lot, but the main credit went to the researchers.
In my ear, I received a report from my friend the Daredevil.
"His movements are strange. He's changing policies and certain port structures. Definitely suspicious…"
I kept listening.
"And what I found the other day was even stranger. I barely escaped. One man had a metal arm with a red star, and the other had incredible strength. Didn't seem like a mutant… but there was some weird centipede-like device."
"Both were dangerous. The metal-armed guy was the scariest. I only escaped thanks to Shang-Chi, but even so, we got hurt."
I opened the image he sent. Everyone on the team carries cameras on their gear, all heavily protected by my AI. When they're no longer useful, they're completely erased.
The images caught my attention.
The centipede… the same one SHIELD had been investigating…
And now, the mayor of New York seemed aligned with the organization behind it.
And that man…
He had a military, wild, dangerous… and sexy aura. He didn't seem like a mutant, but his strength was immense. His mechanical arm looked highly advanced. Clearly extremely well-trained.
"This organization is bigger than I thought. Thanks for the intel, Daredevil. Keep monitoring them—carefully. Make sure you and your allies stay safe. Fisk never played fair, and I feel like something big is behind this." the MC stated.
"Got it. I'll make sure not to go alone and ensure everyone stays safe." The daredevil Agree, and we made a few final adjustments and ended the call.
I left quietly, letting the others continue their work.
That night, I had two objectives: visit Fisk's workplace and find Stark.
Yesterday, Porter was nearly caught. Fortunately, Peter saved her from some Extremis agents, and I hid her in one of my many safehouses—built with the help of my AI, system rewards, and redirected funds from bad guys. A not-so-noble Robin Hood.
Sure, those places are inferior to our main base, but they still have their uses.
Stark seemed busy with something related to the president while finishing a new suit model.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and moved quickly through the city.
....
3rd POV
At New York City Hall,
Unusual events were unfolding.
The entire surveillance system appeared to have been hijacked by someone, though no one seemed to notice.
Suddenly, a wall opened like a door, and through it, a figure carried by the wind entered silently.
His footsteps made no sound, and his presence was undetectable.
An invisible mental energy spread through the space. His eyes glowed with an investigative light, capable of seeing through everything.
He walked around the room, reading documents, until he stopped before a central table—used for meetings, coffee, and reading.
He sat naturally on the couch, as if to relax.
He picked up a cup and took a sip of what appeared to be high-end tea, then subtly moved his hand beside the chair.
Seconds later, a mechanism was triggered: the center of the table shifted, revealing a black telephone.
With his divine eyes, he saw a red skull symbol beside it.
He dialed a sequence of numbers based on the last entries, using his powerful divine perception.
Cling… Cling… Cling…
The phone rang. After a few seconds, a voice with both masculine and feminine tones answered:
"Hail Hydra."