MARVEL -BLACK SPIDERMAN

At that moment, did Peter know he had caught him?

Gwen had no clue that the person beneath the mask was Peter. She was slightly pleased because it seemed like the other person still remembered her.

"Well, it looks like he still remembers me, and he's even here to help. Is this some kind of unspoken bond between superheroes?" she thought.

Matt, caught in Peter's grasp, showed no signs of panic or fear. Instead, he chuckled.

"You are truly exceptional, but do you think you have control over everything?" Matt taunted Peter. "Don't forget, only I can cure Captain George Stacey. If you don't want him to die a terrible death, you can't solve everything by force alone."

"Let me deal with him!"

Black Cat, now standing beside Peter, glared menacingly at Matt. Since discovering that Peter was on her side, she had stopped holding back.

"You can't!" Gwen immediately stepped in, stopping Black Cat, who had revealed her sharp claws.

Matt, still in Peter's grasp, chimed in, "I agree with Miss Gwen. Put away those claws, Miss Black Cat. They're best suited for punishing cat burglars, and for the record, I've always hated cats."

Peter held Matt tightly, sighing a little. He squeezed Matt's throat before landing a hard punch to his stomach, then slammed him against the wall with a loud crash. Dust trickled down from the impact.

"You seem to have forgotten one thing, Mr. Murdock: your life is also in my hands now," Peter said.

"Agh," Matt coughed, spitting out blood as he struggled for air. His once neatly combed hair was now disheveled.

"Do you really think we're all on equal footing? I don't think so," Matt retorted, gasping through the pain. "Do you think I wouldn't prepare for this?"

He took a breath and continued, "Captain Stacey's condition was caused by something dangerous, and that same danger is now all around you. You, Black Cat, and Gwen have all inhaled it."

Gwen's face fell upon hearing this. A cold sensation ran through her, soon followed by a feverish heat, making her feel dizzy. Black Cat also noticed something was wrong with her body. She attempted to jump out of the room, but her legs wobbled, and she stumbled.

"First, you feel weak, then tired, dizzy, and soon enough, irrational madness follows, drawing out all the darkness inside you. That's what you're about to experience," Matt gloated, his eyes fixed on Peter. "It may seem like you're in control, but really, I've won."

Peter glanced at Gwen and Black Cat, his frown deepening. Without saying a word, he tightened his grip around Matt's throat. Matt's smugness quickly faded as he realized he was starting to suffocate. He could barely breathe, and his earlier confidence was crumbling.

Panic set in. "How… how is this possible? What are you?" he wheezed out.

With a heavy thud, Peter dropped the now half-conscious Matt to the ground. He leaned over and demanded, "Give me the antidote, unless you don't mind being crushed by me."

Peter's exoskeleton suit, impervious to extreme temperatures and air transmission, made him immune to most external dangers, including toxins. It also allowed him to hold his breath for extended periods, while his back structure absorbed cosmic dust and radioactive energy, regulating his body's temperature and pressure. This adaptability made him immune to airborne viruses.

Even if a virus did somehow enter his system, his self-healing ability would neutralize it. Furthermore, the alien embryo inside him was constantly optimizing his DNA, making him a perfect organism. Any virus, bacteria, or microorganism wouldn't harm him—in fact, they might even enhance his body's abilities.

This meant that Matt's elaborate biological trap had no effect on Peter. With his backup plan rendered useless, Matt had no choice but to surrender the antidote.

He retrieved a red gas vial from a hidden compartment in the room and handed it to Peter. After testing it on Matt, Peter approached Gwen with the antidote. At this point, Gwen was slumped on the sofa, struggling to breathe.

"I can still handle it. Help Black Cat first," Gwen insisted, signaling to Peter that she could still hold on. Despite not knowing Black Cat's identity, Gwen believed her own altered body could withstand the poison better than Black Cat's.

"Are you sure?" Peter asked, his brow furrowing in concern. "You don't look much better than her."

Gwen, though clearly affected, hadn't lost her sense of responsibility. She was still the Gwen who put others before herself—a trait that always managed to tug at Peter's heart.

"I'm sure. Please, help her first," Gwen urged.

Peter hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. He turned to Black Cat, who was leaning against the wall. Though still conscious, her eyes had turned a shade of red, and she was struggling against the rising heat within her body, fighting to keep her darker impulses in check.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.

Without warning, Peter reached out and removed her mask.

Black Cat's real face was revealed, and she stared at Peter in shock. Her green eyes widened in disbelief at the unmasking.

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