MARVEL -BLACK SPIDERMAN

Antonia Aguilar was stunned, standing next to Gwen.

The striking appearance of the Black Cat, now unmasked, made Gwen catch her breath.

Her deep green eyes and the sculpted features of her face framed by long silver hair were undeniably captivating. Even as another woman, Gwen had to admit that Black Cat was the type of person who would draw anyone's attention, especially men.

Black Cat, whose mask had just been removed, was frozen in shock for a moment. Then, anger surged through her chest.

How dare this bastard?!

She swung her hand, aiming to slap Peter across the face, but she was too weak. Her hand barely had any strength left.

With a quick motion, Peter grabbed her wrist.

"Your claws aren't so sharp anymore, Miss Black Cat," Peter remarked, surprised at her weakened state. He held her arm firmly and whispered, "Or is this because you refuse to detoxify?"

"There was no need to unmask me," Black Cat said angrily, her voice trembling with frustration. If she weren't so weak, she would've scratched Peter's face until it bled.

"You don't need to hide your identity, Miss Hardy," Matt interjected, his voice raspy as he leaned against the wall.

Matt's body was battered and bruised, the result of Peter's earlier attacks. His breath came in gasps, his words almost garbled.

"I've always known your surname, Hardy," he added with a faint smile.

Despite his injuries, Matt maintained his sense of humor and composure.

"You're nothing but a lackey for Kingpin!" Black Cat snapped, clutching her chest as her anger burned brighter. "I'll kill you!"

Matt coughed, undoing the buttons on his rumpled suit to reveal a red shirt underneath. Printed across it were the words: I am not Kingpin.

"Kingpin? Me?" he asked mockingly, pointing at the words on his shirt. "You've got the wrong person, Miss Hardy. I'm just a blind messenger of justice. I can't even pick out proper clothes for myself."

Ignoring Matt's quips, Black Cat turned her attention back to Peter.

Before she could act, Peter stuffed a small vial of antidote into her mouth.

Black Cat stared at him in shock, her cheeks puffed out as she reluctantly swallowed the contents. Feeling her strength slowly return, her anger began to subside.

Glaring at Peter, she reached out, attempting to pull the mask off his face. But the moment her fingers brushed against the mask, a chilling sensation ran through her.

The mask seemed to meld seamlessly with his skin, as if it were part of him rather than something he wore.

She withdrew her hand in confusion, her mind racing.

"You…" she stammered, her pupils dilating in shock. What kind of monster is this guy?!

"Why did you stop?" Peter asked, feigning innocence.

"Because you're right," Black Cat replied, a sly smile forming. "My claws aren't sharp enough right now."

Peter smirked, preparing to administer the antidote to Gwen.

Black Cat, feeling her strength return, took a deep breath and stood up. She moved her arm toward Peter again, this time feinting an attack.

Peter dismissed the motion as a repeat of her earlier attempt, but this time, she leaned in close.

Her lips brushed against his mask, a playful smirk on her face.

"I believe in another saying: A cat never loses; she always steals something."

With the grace of a feline, she flipped backward, landing by the window. Smiling mischievously at Peter, she leaped out into the night.

Peter stood frozen, momentarily stunned. He glanced toward Gwen, who looked away awkwardly, clearly flustered by Black Cat's boldness.

Strange… Why do I feel like I've lost something?

After Gwen took the antidote, she quickly regained her strength. Concerned for her father, she rushed to the hospital without delay.

When everyone had left, only Peter and Matt remained in the room.

Matt, still leaning against the wall, gasped for air and stared at Peter.

"I don't understand," he said hoarsely. "You're not like the others. Why?"

Peter looked down at him, his tone calm. "Who am I supposed to be?"

"We all know what sin is," Matt muttered. "And we aren't bound by so-called rules."

Matt coughed again, blood pooling in his mouth as he struggled to speak.

"Even though I'm blind, I can feel the malice surrounding you," he rasped. "They call me a devil, but you… you're something far more terrifying."

Peter's brow furrowed slightly. Despite being blind, Matt's insights often surpassed those of sighted individuals.

As Matt coughed violently, Peter's tail spine extended, the sharp stinger poised inches from Matt's face.

The tip hovered just centimeters from Matt's unblinking eyes.

A tense silence lingered for several seconds before Peter retracted the tail stinger.

"For someone like you, life is often more of a punishment than death," Peter remarked coldly.

"You worked for Kingpin?" Peter asked.

"If that's what you believe, then yes," Matt replied between labored breaths.

"And these ninjas… they're from the Hand, aren't they?" Peter continued, retrieving a document from a shattered glass case nearby.

Holding up the paper, Peter said, "Since you're so familiar with the Hand, tell me everything you know about the 'beast.'"

Hearing the word "beast," Matt's expression shifted to one of shock.

"You know about that?" Matt asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Casually tossing the document onto the desk, Peter stared at him.

"What's wrong? Does loyalty outweigh your own life? I can end you anytime, no matter where you run. So, what's more important—your loyalty or your survival?"

"No… You misunderstand," Matt replied weakly. "I don't serve anyone loyally… But if you pursue this, you'll open Pandora's box. It's not about good or evil—it's inevitable chaos."

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