A mind beyond Marvel

It's been a week since I have been going out beating the shit out of criminals at night. I also made this simple yet cool thing. I made that branding knuckle that Batfleck used, just in a different shape. I used the A symbol of the Arkham knight and branded criminals, not all of them but there leaders.

I also featured on J.J.J., that man hates me from the very bottom of his heart at least until spider-man has been born and guess what Tony Stark is back, He has been missing for more than 2 months. I guess he would be fighting Obadiah.... "Alfred, has the stark battle ended?".

"Yes sire the battle was over a few hours back", Alfred chimed in. "I have recorded the clips if you feel like watching."

"Nah I am good", I was in no mood to watch tony because today is the DAY. 

I had always imagined what it would be like to witness history firsthand. Turns out, it's more nerve-wracking than I thought.

The bus rumbled through the streets of Manhattan, packed with chattering students. Midtown High's annual field trip to Oscorp was supposed to be an exciting opportunity, but I knew better. This wasn't just any field trip. This was THE field trip…the one where Peter Parker would get bitten by a radioactive spider and kickstart his journey as Spider-Man.

Sitting next to me, Peter was flipping through his notebook, scribbling equations and notes. "Hey, Gray, did you read that article on cross-species genetics? Oscorp's making some insane progress."

I nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, sounds interesting." More like, sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.

Ned leaned over the seat in front of us. "Dude, do you think we'll see any crazy experiments? Maybe something top-secret?" His eyes gleamed with excitement.

"I hope not," I muttered. But of course, no one listened.

We pulled up outside the towering Oscorp building, all sleek glass and steel. The moment I stepped out of the bus, I felt a chill run down my spine. It wasn't fear, just the crushing weight of inevitability. My stomach twisted as I glanced at Peter. He had no idea what was coming.

The tour started off simple enough. A nervous-looking Oscorp scientist led us through various labs, explaining their research in genetic engineering. Gwen Stacy, always the overachiever, kept raising her hand to ask intelligent questions. Flash Thompson, in contrast, yawned dramatically and whispered something to Harry Osborn, who looked a little too smug in his designer blazer.

And then we entered THE lab.

"This is our Arachnid genetics division," the scientist explained, gesturing to glass enclosures filled with 6 spiders. "Oscorp is experimenting with enhanced spider DNA in hopes of..." I tuned her out. My focus was on Peter, who was peering at one of the displays with pure curiosity.

I knew the moment was coming. I was planning to come here at night and steal a few, not all of them were different. I used my cellular vision to figure out which were different I could only find 3 unique spiders that maybe.

I tried to position myself near Peter. One of the spiders, a sleek blue-and-red arachnid, had somehow slipped through a tiny gap in its enclosure. It dangled precariously from the ceiling, right above Peter.

BITE--

Peter flinched, slapping the back of his hand. "Ow!" He looked around, confused, but the spider had already scurried away.

I clenched my fists. And there it is.

History had just been written.

I exhaled and forced a smile as Peter turned to me. "Weird. Probably just a bug."

"Yeah, probably," I said, knowing full well it wasn't.

Ned laughed. "Dude, you should get yourself checked, You might get an infection…or a super power"

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, Ned."

I forced a chuckle, but inside, my mind was racing. The trip ended and we all went back .

"Sire, Jessica Jones has been seen with Killgrave they. They met at a restaurant and she is heading somewhere."

"Alfred, prepare the armour.", I guess we will be heading out early.

[George Stacy POV]

The city never truly slept. It just pretended to.

I knew this better than anyone. The rain pattered against the ground as I stood near the alleyway, the flickering streetlights barely keeping the darkness at bay. My men were securing the scene, but my eyes were locked on the crimson stains that painted the concrete. Blood—fresh and pooling. A reminder of the madness that had taken hold of New York's underbelly.

Another night. Another set of broken bones left in the wake of that damn Noctis.

I sighed, rubbing my temple as I turned to one of my officers.

"Report."

"Same as before, Captain," the officer replied, his voice edged with unease. "Witnesses say a masked figure came out of nowhere. Took down six armed men like they were amateurs. Left them… well, like this."

I glanced at the criminals, now barely conscious and groaning in pain. Arms bent the wrong way, noses shattered, ribs cracked. The kind of damage that put men in hospitals for weeks…if they were lucky. I stepped forward, crouching near one of them, a gangbanger I had arrested more times than I could count. The man was mumbling something between ragged breaths.

"He….he's a demon," the thug stammered. "….Didn't….didn't even see him coming."

A demon. That's what they always called him. Not a hero. Not a saviour. He is even worse than the devil of Hell's Kitchen

My jaw tightened. This wasn't justice. Justice had a system, imperfect as it was. Justice wasn't about beating men into submission and leaving them for the police to clean up the mess. I had spent my entire career trying to uphold the law, but how could I do that when the city put its faith in a masked ghost called Noctis that didn't answer to rules or regulations?

"Captain," another officer called. "He left something."

I turned. There, pinned to the brick wall with a knife, was a folded piece of paper. I pulled it free and opened it, my eyes narrowing at the words scrawled in black ink:

Clean up your city. Or I will.

My grip on the note tightened.

Damn vigilantes.

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