MARVEL -BLACK SPIDERMAN

New York Police Department.

George Stacy suddenly snapped, pointing his gun directly at Peter.

"You have no idea what I'd do for Gwen!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling as if enduring some immense pain.

"Captain, you don't look well," Peter observed, sensing something ominous emanating from George. It reminded him of the man in the windbreaker who had tried to assassinate Strange at New York Presbyterian Hospital. That man, too, had given off a similar, unsettling aura.

George Stacy, now seemingly lost in madness, looked disturbingly like that man.

"I'm not sick!" George yelled, shoving all the documents off his desk. Papers scattered everywhere with a loud crash.

"If you're not sick, Captain, then you should know what you're doing," Peter said calmly, unfazed by the gun pointed at him.

Guns posed no threat to him anymore since his transformation. He could easily dodge bullets, and even if one hit him, it wouldn't cause any harm.

Was it poisoning? Or maybe some kind of mind control?

As Peter stared at the police captain holding the gun, his mind raced, trying to figure out what could have caused George to act this way.

"I know exactly what I'm doing!" George shouted, gasping for breath and clutching his chest, as though each breath was becoming more difficult. "If I kill you, all the problems will go away! Gwen will be safe, and all of this will be over!"

"It seems we can't have a reasonable conversation," Peter sighed, shaking his head. He took a step forward.

In disbelief, George watched as Peter reached toward the office door.

With a sudden, loud bang, the door flew open, startling everyone nearby. Police officers turned to see George Stacy pointing a gun at Peter inside the office.

They were all stunned.

"George!" A female officer with short hair, George's longtime partner DeWulf, happened to be passing by. Shocked by what she saw, she immediately shouted, "Put the gun down!"

Firing a weapon in the police station without cause was beyond reckless—it was madness.

Meanwhile, outside the police station, Gwen arrived and noticed it had started raining. What began as a light drizzle had turned into heavier drops, and the sky grew dim with the coming storm. Shivering slightly from the sudden chill, she pulled her hood up and wrapped her arms around herself.

Standing on the viaduct, Gwen glanced toward the police station below, taking out her phone to call Peter. He should be inside by now, but she wasn't sure what was happening with him.

As she exhaled a breath of warm air, Gwen's enhanced vision, a gift from being bitten by a radioactive spider, caught sight of something unsettling. Through the window of the police station, she saw her father pointing a gun at Peter.

Her mind reeled in shock, her body frozen. What was happening?

Without thinking, Gwen leapt onto the railing of the viaduct. The slippery rain didn't faze her this time; she'd practiced her movements countless times. Just as she had told Peter in her text, she had learned to control her body better.

She looked down at the spider silk launcher on her wrist. Although she trusted its strength, she'd never used it to swing herself before. But now, there was no time to hesitate.

Imitating Spider-Man's movements, Gwen shot the spider silk from her wrist and swung off the viaduct with a "whoosh."

With a sharp crack, Gwen landed outside the window of the police station. Without missing a beat, she fired another web, breaking the glass of the office window and knocking the gun from George Stacy's hand.

The gun discharged as it was flung away, the loud shot echoing through the room and startling everyone.

Before anyone could react, Gwen stood outside the doorway, panting slightly.

"Dad! What are you doing?!" she yelled in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.

DeWulf, who had been standing outside the door, let out a sigh of relief. Whatever had knocked the gun away had averted disaster. She bent down to pick up the gun, addressing George, who was still panting and clutching his wrist.

"George, get ahold of yourself. Stay calm. Don't let your emotions take over."

She gave her old partner a meaningful look and quietly closed the door, leaving Peter, Gwen, and George alone in the office.

"Gwen, are you okay?" Peter asked, concerned.

"I'm fine, Peter," Gwen replied, still in disbelief. "But something's seriously wrong with my dad."

"I think so too," Peter agreed, shaking his head. "He's been affected by something."

"I know!" Gwen's voice wavered with frustration and anger. She turned to her father. "He's lost his mind!"

George shouted back, "I'm your father, Gwen!"

"You are, but no matter what's happening, you can't just point a gun at Peter!" Gwen couldn't comprehend her father's actions, which crossed a line she couldn't accept.

"I'm trying to protect you, Gwen!" George roared. "Why can't you see that? He's only going to bring you trouble!"

"That's not true!" Gwen's voice grew louder. "I know what I'm doing! I'll handle my own life! Peter is my friend—he's never hurt me, he's been there to help me!"

"This isn't your concern, Dad!"

"But you're my daughter!" George's anger was boiling over. "Why won't you listen to me? You have to trust me!"

"Trust you?" Gwen cut him off, her voice rising. "Dad, you're not always right!"

"I am right!" George shot back. "Peter's put you in danger by hiding things from you! That's what's gotten you into this mess!"

"Dad, you're being arrogant and unbearable right now!" Gwen couldn't take any more. She turned and stormed out of the room, leaving her father standing there, seething.

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