Not So Friendly Anymore

The night sky over the Raft was cloaked in a thick layer of clouds, hiding the stars and the moon as if nature itself was trying to shield the world from the darkness about to unfold. The prison, once a beacon of security, now felt like a fortress under siege. Inside, the most dangerous villains were locked away, but tonight, the real threat came from the outside, and from someone the heroes never expected to turn against them.

Spider-Man crouched atop a nearby building, his enhanced senses scanning the area, calculating his next move with cold precision. He had taken every precaution, planned for every possible outcome. This was the final step in his mission, a mission that had started with a simple desire to protect his city but had spiraled into something much darker.

He had cut the power to the Raft moments ago, and now the prison was running on backup generators. It was a small advantage, but every edge counted in this fight. Spider-Man taking advantage of his suits ability to camouflage, blended into the shadows as he made his way toward the prison's entrance.

Inside the Raft, Iron Man, Captain America, and Black Widow were on high alert. They knew Peter was coming; they just didn't know when or how. Tony Stark's armor was in constant communication with the prison's systems, monitoring for any sign of intrusion. Steve Rogers stood at the ready, his shield in hand, his gaze steely and unwavering. Natasha Romanoff, hidden in the rafters, scanned the room with eyes honed by years of espionage.

The tension was palpable, an electric charge that crackled in the air. They were prepared for a fight, but they weren't prepared for what Peter had become.

Spider-Man breached the outer perimeter, bypassing the security systems with ease. He had already disabled the cameras, ensuring that his movements went unnoticed until it was too late. He moved like a shadow, silent and unseen, his mind focused on the task at hand.

As he approached the inner sanctum of the Raft, Peter hesitated for just a moment. His thoughts flickered back to the days when he had fought alongside these heroes, when they had stood together against the worst the world had to offer. But that was a lifetime ago, and the world had changed. He had changed.

With a deep breath, Peter pushed the memories aside and pressed forward. He reached the main entrance, the large steel doors sealed tight. But Spider-Man was no longer bound by the limitations of the man he once was. With a single thought, he activated a device he had placed on the door earlier, one that sent a powerful electric charge through the system, short-circuiting the locks.

The doors slid open with a heavy groan, and Peter stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking onto the figures waiting for him.

Tony Stark was the first to speak, his voice echoing through the metal chamber. "Peter, you don't have to do this. It's not too late to walk away."

Peter's gaze was cold, devoid of the warmth that had once defined him. "It's already too late, Tony. You all made your choice."

Captain America stepped forward, his shield at the ready but his posture non-threatening. "Peter, listen to us. We understand you're angry, but this isn't the way. We can help you."

Peter's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Help? Like you helped me when I needed you? When the world turned on me, you all stood by and watched."

Natasha's voice cut through the tension, sharp and to the point. "You're not the only one who's experienced terrible things in his life, Peter. We've all lost pieces of ourselves. But this, this path you're on, it's not justice."

Peter's eyes flickered with a flash of anger. "Don't lecture me about justice, Natasha. You're the last person who should be talking about it."

Tony took a step closer, his armor clanking softly. "Peter, please. Don't make us do this. We don't want to fight you."

Peter's voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone. "Then you should have stayed out of my way."

The room erupted into chaos as Peter launched himself at Tony, his speed and strength catching the hero off guard. Tony barely had time to activate his repulsors before Peter's fist slammed into his chest plate, sending him flying across the room. The sound of metal against metal rang out as Tony crashed into the wall, his systems momentarily scrambled.

Steve moved in next, his shield raised as he tried to protect Tony. Peter anticipated the move, his reflexes honed to perfection. He dodged to the side, his web shooters firing in quick succession, covering Steve's shield in a thick layer of webbing. Steve ripped the webs off with a grunt, but Peter was already on him, landing a series of blows that forced Steve to take a defensive stance.

Natasha circled around, looking for an opening. She knew Peter well enough to understand that brute force wouldn't work against him. She had to outthink him, find a way to get through to the man beneath the mask. But Peter was always one step ahead. He had anticipated her tactics, her moves, and had already planned his counters.

As Steve staggered back from the force of Peter's attacks, Natasha made her move, leaping down from the rafters with a precision strike aimed at Peter's blind spot. But Peter had seen her coming. He ducked under her attack, grabbing her arm and using her momentum to flip her onto the ground. Natasha hit the floor with a grunt, but she was back on her feet in an instant, her eyes blazing with determination.

Peter's focus shifted back to Tony, who had recovered from the initial hit and was now charging at him with a blast from his repulsors. Peter dodged the blast, the heat searing past his side as he retaliated with a web shot aimed at Tony's helmet. The webbing splattered across the visor, blinding Tony for a crucial moment.

Taking advantage of Tony's temporary blindness, Peter lunged forward, ripping the helmet off with a powerful yank. Tony barely had time to react before Peter delivered a sharp blow to his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground.

Peter turned his attention back to Steve, who had closed the distance between them. Steve swung his shield in a wide arc, but Peter was faster. He ducked under the swing, his fist connecting with Steve's ribs with a sickening crack. Steve grunted in pain, but he didn't back down. He swung again, this time catching Peter off guard and knocking him back a few steps.

Natasha took the opportunity to strike, her leg sweeping out to trip Peter. He stumbled, but quickly regained his footing, his eyes narrowing as he realized he was being surrounded. The three heroes had regrouped, their movements synchronized as they prepared to launch a coordinated attack.

Peter's mind raced as he calculated his next move. He could see the determination in their eyes, the resolve to stop him no matter the cost. But Peter had already crossed too many lines to turn back now. He had made his choice, and he was prepared to see it through to the end.

As the heroes closed in, Peter activated the final phase of his plan. He triggered the virus in Tony's arc reactor, sending a jolt of energy through the suit's systems. Tony's eyes widened in shock as he felt the reactor begin to overheat, the warning alarms blaring in his ears. He stumbled back, his hand clutching at his chest as the energy surged, threatening to overload the reactor.

"Tony!" Steve shouted, rushing to his friend's side.

Peter took advantage of the distraction, his web shooters firing rapidly as he ensnared Steve and Natasha in a tangle of webbing. They struggled to break free, but the webbing was reinforced, designed to withstand even their combined strength.

Peter's eyes locked onto Tony, who was now on his knees, the reactor pulsing with dangerous energy. "I told you to stay out of my way," Peter said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

As Peter stood over the fallen Tony Stark, his mind shifted to the next phase of his plan. He had always been strategic, but now he was using that intelligence for something far more ruthless. It wasn't enough to just defeat them physically; he wanted to break them in every way possible. He wanted them to feel the same pain and betrayal he had endured.

Natasha, free from the webs, charged at him with a ferocity that would have caught most opponents off guard. But Peter was ready. He sidestepped her attack, his movements fluid and precise, and caught her by the wrist. With a swift motion, he twisted her arm behind her back and slammed her into the wall, holding her there with inhuman strength.

"You're fast, Natasha," Peter said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But not fast enough."

She struggled against his grip, her muscles straining, but Peter only tightened his hold. He could feel the anger radiating off her, mixed with a hint of fear she couldn't quite suppress.

"Is this really you, Peter?" she spat, trying to mask her pain with bravado. "Or is this just another one of your pity parties?"

Peter's eyes darkened, and with a sudden surge of anger, he yanked her away from the wall and threw her to the ground. He was on her in an instant, his fists raining down with unrelenting force. Natasha did her best to block the blows, but Peter was too strong, too fast.

"I can't believe I ever loved you," Peter hissed through clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a punch. The accusation hung in the air, heavy with bitterness and regret.

Natasha's eyes widened in shock, the pain in her body now matched by the sting of his words. She had known that Peter had feelings for her once, but she never thought he would use them against her like this.

"You were never going to love me back, were you?" Peter continued, his voice low and dangerous. "I was just a nuisance to you. Someone to mentor, to manipulate, to use. Just like everyone else in my life."

Natasha coughed, spitting blood onto the floor, her vision blurring from the impact of his hits. "Peter, it wasn't like that..."

"Save it," Peter snapped, cutting her off. "I'm done listening to lies. You all stood by while my life fell apart, and now you're going to pay for it."

As he raised his fist to deliver another blow, Steve's shield came hurtling through the air, slamming into Peter's side and knocking him off balance. He rolled to his feet, glaring at Steve, who had stepped between him and Natasha.

"Peter, enough!" Steve shouted, his voice filled with a mix of authority and pleading. "This isn't you!"

Peter laughed, a cold, humorless sound. "You don't get to decide who I am, Steve. Not anymore."

Steve clenched his jaw, his shield held ready, but his eyes searched Peter's face for any sign of the friend he once knew. "What happened to you, Peter? We're supposed to be friends ."

Peter sneered, his expression hardening. "Friends? Where were you when I needed your friendship , Steve? When the world was tearing me apart, where were you?"

Steve's resolve faltered, and Peter saw the hesitation, the guilt flickering in his eyes. It was exactly what he had been counting on. Peter pressed his advantage, his voice softer now, but no less venomous.

"You were too busy playing hero to notice that I was drowning. All of you were. But I noticed something, Steve. You and Tony... you were never there for me. You were just there for each other, to play out your glorified dick measuring contest, while the rest of us were just pawns in your game."

Steve opened his mouth to protest, but Peter didn't give him the chance. He lunged forward, faster than Steve could react, and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off the ground with ease.

"I idolized you," Peter said, his voice laced with bitterness. "Whenever you needed help, I came running. I was always there, always ready to stand by your side. But the one time I needed you, you weren't there, were you, Steve?"

With a grunt, Peter hurled Steve across the room. He crashed into a control panel, sparks flying as the metal crumpled under the impact. Steve struggled to get up, but the damage was done, both physically and emotionally.

Natasha, bloodied and bruised, forced herself to her feet. "Peter, please... we didn't know. If we had known—"

"If you had known," Peter interrupted, "you still wouldn't have cared. Because deep down, none of you ever really cared about me. I was just Spider-Man to you, a convenient ally when things got tough. But now, you're going to see what it's like to be on the other side."

Tony, barely conscious, tried to raise his head, his voice weak. "Peter... this isn't who you are. You're better than this."

Peter turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "No, Tony. This is exactly who I am. You made sure of that."

He turned his back on the fallen heroes, walking towards the exit without a second glance. As he stepped out into the rain-soaked night, the heavy drops felt like a cleansing, washing away the last remnants of the person he used to be. The Avengers lay broken behind him, their spirits shattered by the one they never imagined would betray them.

But Peter? Peter was no longer the hero they thought they knew. He had become something far more dangerous. With the Avengers out of the way, he walked further into the prison, his mind already set on what came next. The villains inside the Raft had no idea what was coming for them, and as Peter moved deeper into the darkness, it was clear that his mission had only just begun.

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