Chapter 29: Chapter 29: Shadows of Trust
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"Any leads on Sentinel?" Antony asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
Vladimir shook his head, frustration evident in his eyes. "We've only spotted him twice—first when he disrupted our plans, and then at the abandoned factory. We've run some basic analysis on his gear, but nothing definitive yet."
Antony leaned back, crossing his arms. "His speed and strength likely come from that armor. It can withstand rifle fire, but grenades could be a real threat," he assessed, glancing at the cache of weapons stacked against the wall. "With these, we should be able to handle him if we cross paths again."
The man in black, his face obscured by a mask, grinned. "I'll be waiting for your success. Don't keep me waiting too long."
With that, he turned on his heel, trailed by a silent companion with long hair that swayed as they exited.
Once they were alone, Antony voiced his concerns. "Brother, that man's background is shady. Are we sure we want to assist him?"
Vladimir gestured to the weapons. "He's providing us with resources we can't afford to overlook. If he's willing to supply us, others will follow suit. Our foothold in New York depends on his terms."
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In his cramped workshop, Peter focused on the costume design, adhering to his signature style: sleek red and blue tights adorned with a prominent spider emblem. Thoughtful touches, like reinforced leather in sensitive areas, were meant to minimize discomfort.
Still, James couldn't shake the nagging doubt. Wearing such form-fitting attire felt... awkward.
"Looking good, handsome," Peter remarked, striking a pose mid-air before losing his balance and tumbling to the ground.
James bit back a laugh. "Yes, quite the ensemble."
"This makes us a team. As we recruit more partners, I'll tailor uniforms for them. We could become a formidable unit," Peter proposed, his enthusiasm infectious.
James stifled an incredulous retort. As much as he admired Peter's fervor, the thought of a dinosaur-themed squad was a stretch. Still, he indulged Peter's vision, knowing that their collaboration had already borne fruit.
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As the duo prepared for action, Peter's hacked police scanner buzzed with urgent alerts, signaling a nearby crisis.
"Time to swing into action!" he declared, launching a web and soaring out the window.
James followed suit, morphing into a shadow and leaping from the building.
Thanks to recent enhancements, James's strength now exceeded 500 kilograms, and his sprinting speed reached 50 meters per second. With the Suit, these abilities nearly doubled.
Yet, James kept a low profile as Sentinel, especially alongside Spider-Man. Moon Knight's capabilities were impressive, boasting over 700 kilograms of strength and sprint speeds exceeding 70 meters per second.
Their target lay 20 kilometers away, but Peter's aerial prowess ensured a swift arrival.
When they reached the scene, a tense standoff unfolded between militants and police. Peter quickly dispatched the gunmen, earning the gratitude of law enforcement.
However, the police's reception of Spider-Man was lukewarm at best. Sniper scopes trained on him, a stark reminder of the precariousness of his vigilante status.
From a distance, George Stacy, the 19th district sheriff and Gwen's father, issued a cautious ultimatum, urging Spider-Man to cooperate.
The irony wasn't lost on Peter. His heroics, while lauded by some, stirred controversy among law enforcement.
As Peter contemplated his next move, a familiar sense of danger washed over him—a sniper's crosshairs aimed at his head.
The irony wasn't lost on him. Here he was, a hero caught in the crossfire, questioning whether revealing his identity would bring more harm than good.