MARVEL -BLACK SPIDERMAN

It was night.

Gwen had just returned home from the hospital. Although she wanted to stay, the doctors had denied her request, insisting that the patient was not yet out of danger. Tiredly, she opened the door, tossed her keys onto the table, and collapsed onto the sofa. The darkness of the night seemed to swallow her whole, leaving her feeling completely drained—both mentally and physically.

Lying there, she covered her face with her hands, staring blankly into space, doing nothing. Outside, it began to drizzle again, the rain that had lasted all day giving the entire city a damp, musty smell.

After a while, she forced herself up and went to her father's room, intending to grab some clothes. As she was about to leave, her eyes fell on a photo frame on his desk. In the photo, she was in her father's arms while her mother, laughing, splashed seawater at them. She was just a little girl then, her short blonde hair dotted with sand, and the sun beamed brightly in the background.

When had this been? During their summer vacation at Cooper Beach?

The memory of walking along the white sand beach with her parents came flooding back. Each grain of sand glittered in the sunlight. The ground beneath her feet had been warm, and the gentle waves lapped against the shore. The air had been salty but not unpleasant, without the harsh bitterness of the sea or the stench of fish.

She found herself wishing she could stay in that moment forever—in that bright, sunny place.

With a sigh, Gwen dropped the photo frame into her bag and quickly shook off those childish thoughts. The past was the past—no point in dwelling on it now.

"Peter's right. I need to pull myself together. Even if I'm broken, I have to keep going. Being a so-called hero comes with responsibility, right?"

With her emotions now under control, she left her father's room.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen—it was an unknown number. After a brief hesitation, she answered.

"Hello, this is Gwen."

Whatever the person on the other end said caused her expression to change drastically.

Meanwhile, Peter landed on the tallest clock tower in Brooklyn with a splash as the rainwater scattered beneath his feet. He was encased in a dark exoskeleton, which retreated slightly to reveal his face. The armor fit him perfectly, and droplets of rain slowly trickled down its sleek, black surface.

Standing at the edge of the rooftop, Peter looked out over the night-shrouded city. The distant skyline, illuminated by colorful lights, was obscured by a rolling mist that added to the atmosphere's mystery.

He placed a hand on his chest, reflecting on the changes within him since the subway incident. The alien embryo that had been wreaking havoc on his body seemed to have entered a more stable phase—no more sudden nausea or dizziness.

It appeared the alien had progressed to a new stage.

He extended his hand, and his fingers began to morph, reshaping into sharp claws. These weren't just ordinary alien claws—they were faster, more lethal, and granted him increased agility. He could feel the improved jumping power coursing through his limbs.

What kind of alien was inside him now?

His hand reverted to its normal state, once again encased in the exoskeleton. From his previous life, he recalled a type of alien known as a "web-slinging alien." This type was derived from a jumping spider's genes and had extraordinary leaping abilities, often easily scaling five-meter heights.

Was the alien embryo within him a "web-slinging" variant?

Lost in thought, Peter closed his eyes, focusing on the power surging within him. No... it wasn't just that.

The wild, uncontrollable aggression he'd felt earlier had started to subside. He recalled the common "worker bee alien," also known as the "stalker alien." These creatures walked upright, had sharp logical thinking, and were known for their teamwork. Their role involved exploring dangerous areas and protecting the Alien Queen. They were also known for their aggressive, proactive attacks.

Peter suspected that the embryo in his chest had initially been a "worker bee alien." The overpowering urge to kill and destroy had likely stemmed from that. However, now that those instincts were diminishing, could it mean that the alien within him was evolving into something else?

Worker bees could transform into queens.

Queens were far more powerful—massive in size, covered in tough exoskeletons, and capable of commanding other aliens. Was the embryo inside him becoming a queen?

But queens typically evolved from adults, not embryos.

Peter placed a hand on his chest, feeling the dual heartbeats inside him. Shaking his head, he pushed the complex thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand.

Looking up, his eyes settled on a building across the way—Matt Murdock's law firm.

That was the last place George Stacy had been seen.

He couldn't believe Murdock had no involvement in all this.

With a sudden burst of motion, Peter leapt off the clock tower. His cloak expanded behind him, catching the wind and gliding him toward his destination.

Landing with a "bang" on the rooftop of Murdock's office, Peter noticed a figure approaching him from a distance. Simultaneously, a cat's cry echoed from a nearby alley.

Peter's brow furrowed.

Were there more uninvited guests here tonight?

Shaking his head, his face once again covered by the exoskeleton, Peter melted into the shadows, blending seamlessly with the night.

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