Spider-Man Mayhem

[Third Person's PoV] 

Thanks to the Shocker's shock-resistant prison suit, he didn't take much damage when he slammed into the wall.

He growled in anger, punching the ground and releasing a miniature shockwave that pushed him back to his feet. "Get him!!" he ordered.

The prisoners, having no outside news, were unaware of The Spider-Man. Without hesitation, they recklessly charged at him.

Spider-Man lazily bobbed and weaved through their attacks, thinking, 'I'll have to seriously suppress my strength—wouldn't want my fists ripping straight through their bodies.'

Catching the hand of a tattooed man, Spider-Man quipped in an amused voice, "You know, I always wanted to be in a prison brawl!"

He then twisted the man's elbow, forcing it into the face of a charging opponent, a muscular black man. Both staggered back, and Spider-Man surged forward, grabbing their heads and lowering them just in time to dodge a flurry of bullets.

Leaping and flipping through the air, Spider-Man moved evasively, dodging the gunfire. Reaching into his utility belt, he pulled out a flat disk and flung it toward the floor near the shooters. The device expanded upon impact, anchoring itself to the ground before emitting a strong magnetic pull.

It was one of his latest inventions for quickly disarming enemies. Guns and knives were yanked from the prisoners' hands and stuck onto the disk.

"Now you're gonna have to share—I only brought so many of those!" Spider-Man teased, just as a man with a knife charged at him from behind.

Sensing the attack, Spider-Man shot a web at the man's feet, yanking him off balance. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to run with sharp objects?" he quipped.

"Arghhh!!" Herman (Shocker) roared, launching himself forward with a shockwave blast from one fist. He came crashing down with the other, crackling with yellow energy.

Spider-Man flopped backward like a stiff board, dodging the attack at the last second. Catching himself with both hands on the floor, he kicked his feet upward, striking Shocker mid-air. With incredible agility and flexibility, he flipped Herman through a set of doors leading to the prison courtyard.

"Go outside and touch some grass, Herman—you really look like you need it!"

His Spider-Sense flared—Tinkerer was preparing to throw two grenades. One was an impulse grenade meant as a distraction, and the other was a blinding flash grenade emitting high-frequency sound waves designed to disorient him.

The moment the first grenade left Tinkerer's grasp, Spider-Man shot a web at it, yanking it toward a group of inmates who had just reloaded their weapons. At the same time, he fired another web at Tinkerer's other hand, causing the second grenade to stick to him.

The impulse grenade exploded, sending the inmates flying backward into the wall. Before they could recover, Spider-Man swiftly webbed them up, leaving them stuck.

"Now that's what I call being detained~," he quipped.

"AHHHH!!!" Tinkerer screamed as the flash grenade activated, blasting out a high-frequency soundwave. Though he had managed to close his eyes in time to avoid the blinding light, the piercing sound still overwhelmed him.

Spider-Man cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Don't worry! It's perfectly normal to have impaired vision and hearing loss at your age!!"

Spider-Man shot multiple webs at Tinkerer, pinning him down, before sprinting toward the door leading outside. He leaped up, grabbed onto the doorframe, swung back, and then propelled himself forward—his legs smashing through the door and straight into Herman's chest just as he charged in.

Herman let out a sharp gasp as, despite his heavily padded suit, he was sent flying through the air before crashing into the courtyard, tumbling across the ground.

He finally landed flat on his back against a press bench, with neatly stacked weights beside him.

"DAMN IT, MAN!" Herman groaned in frustration. "What is your problem?!"

'This guy really is an idiot…' Spider-Man thought with a wry smile. 'If he actually wanted to escape, he could've just blasted himself over the fence and been gone by now. But he just had to see this fight through.'

"Sorry, Herman, but I have a bone to pick with you," Spider-Man said menacingly. "Tell me—what exactly were you planning to do with that guard if I hadn't shown up?"

Herman chuckled. "Hahaha, seriously? This is what this is about?" He pushed himself up slowly, glancing toward the weights for a split second. "All I wanted was to test out these bad boys, that's all. It's not like what Saint Nick said would really happen. He was obviously bragging."

Spider-Man scoffed internally He didn't need his Spider-Sense to know what Herman was thinking as he eyed the weight.

"How about this," Herman offered with a sly grin. "You hand over the Warden, escort us out of here, and make sure we don't get chased… and I'll give you five percent of the ransom. Ten percent max."

"You know what, Yeah, sure. I can work with just five percent of 100k," Spider-Man said with a shrug.

"…Seriously?" Herman asked, caught off guard. His hand, which had been creeping toward a weight, froze.

"Obviously not, you idiot." Spider-Man rolled his eyes. 'Did he actually believe that?'

Clicking his tongue, Herman grabbed one of the weights and, with a strike from his gauntlet, sent it flying like a puck through the air. But before it could reach its target, Spider-Man casually caught it in one hand, inches from his face.

Flipping it between his fingers, he held it up between his thumb and index finger and lazily flung it back.

Herman's heart dropped as soon as he heard the BOOM! His head snapped to the side, eyes widening as he saw the weight had completely caved in the bench, reducing it to rubble. The ground beneath was cracked, shards of concrete scattered around.

"Huh?" Herman muttered in disbelief.

Then, he felt another rush of wind. He turned back—only to find Spider-Man standing nose-to-nose with him.

Herman's heart sank to his stomach.

"Boo," Spider-Man said flatly.

Panic overtook Herman. He immediately swung his arm, aiming a desperate vibrational blast at Spider-Man's face.

But Spider-Man deflected it with a forearm block, the shockwave shooting harmlessly past his head. In a split second, he grabbed Herman's gauntlet and squeezed.

The gauntlet shattered into rubble.

Herman, realizing he was outmatched, wasted no time—he used his remaining gauntlet to propel himself backward, blasting away in an attempt to escape.

Then it hit him.

'Wait… no one's actually stopping me from just running through the fence!'

Without hesitation, Herman turned and bolted toward the perimeter.

Spider-Man let out an exasperated sigh before shooting a web at Herman's back, delivering a controlled electric charge.

"ARGHHHH!! PTTTZZZZ!!!" Herman screamed as his body arched from the shock before collapsing face-first onto the ground.

Spider-Man crossed his arms. "I just gave you the voltage of a taser. Don't be so dramatic."

*"Dr. Connors wants to speak with you… more specifically, Spider-Man,"* MJ reported.

*"Very well,"* Spider-Man nodded before increasing the voltage on Herman's webbing, ensuring he'd be unconscious for a few hours. He walked up, kicked the remaining gauntlet from Herman's other hand, and crushed it underfoot, shattering it into pieces.

Bending down, he slung Herman over his shoulder and carried him back inside the way they had exited. Once he secured all the criminals, webbing them tightly, he made his way toward the cell block.

After asking Aria for directions, she guided him to Connors' cell.

Spider-Man appeared upside-down in front of the cell, hanging from a web.

"You called the Spider-Man hotline; this is Spider-Man speaking. How may I assist you today?" he said, mimicking a phone by holding his thumb to his ear and pinky to his mouth.

Connors almost jumped out of bed at the sudden voice before sitting up, rubbing the side of his head.

"I see... so you got my message. That's good," Connors said in relief. Then, looking at Spider-Man with a small smile, he added, "It was you, wasn't it? You returned me to normal… and you even managed to regenerate my hand."

Spider-Man placed a hand over his heart and raised the other like he was swearing an oath. "I plead the Fifth, your honor."

Connors let out a soft chuckle. He had his answer. "I want to thank you… for stopping me. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I know it sounds like an excuse, but I let the stress consume me. The thing I became… it attacked the school because I blamed a young boy for my own failures."

He clenched his restored hand into a fist, squeezing it tightly. "And because of it, an innocent girl got hurt. I don't think I can ever forgive myself. Please, Spider-Man… that girl I attacked—how is she? Is she okay?"

Seeing the genuine concern in Connors' tearful eyes, Spider-Man smiled. "I wouldn't worry too much about her. She made a full recovery. And no, she's not traumatized by what happened," he added, already anticipating the follow-up question.

Connors exhaled in relief. Spider-Man chuckled.

"In fact, she's actually quite grateful to you, believe it or not."

Connors blinked in confusion. "What? Why would she be grateful?"

Spider-Man leaned back slightly. "Although you might not remember everything clearly, that girl got hurt because she jumped into the attack. She threw herself in the way to protect someone she loved—a boy completely oblivious to how deeply she felt for him."

He chuckled, a faint smile forming beneath his mask. "Thanks to that incident, the boy finally realized how much she truly loved him… and he fell for her even harder than she did."

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MJ, watching and listening through one of her spiders, blushed and smiled.

She twirled a strand of her hair between her fingers and muttered, "Sorry, Tiger, but that last part isn't true… There's no way your love for me is greater than mine for you."

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Connors stared at Spider-Man in disbelief as he continued to chuckle.

"So, thanks to your little incident, something beautiful came out of it," Spider-Man said softly.

To his surprise, tears welled up in Connors' eyes before spilling down his cheeks. He hunched forward, gripping his chest, laughing and crying at the same time.

"I'm so glad… I'm so unbelievably glad."

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