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The wind howled across the rooftop, brushing against Peter's face as he stepped onto the ledge. The sky was tinted with orange, the sun setting behind a haze of dust and smoke that never seemed to clear.
There, standing alone, was Harry Osborn. Hands in his pockets. Eyes staring into the distance—into a world torn by power and ruin.
Peter walked beside him and stood quietly for a moment.
"Something bothering you?" Peter asked softly.
Harry smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"Nothing… it's just…" He exhaled and looked at the horizon. "I've been thinking... can we really end this fucking war?"
Peter stayed silent.
"The Sinister Six control everything," Harry continued, voice growing heavy. "They've dug their claws into the world so deep that even hope feels like a fairytale. Just… how many years will it take before we actually win?"
Peter looked down at the streets below—abandoned, broken, buried in shadow.
"I don't know," he said honestly. "Maybe five. Maybe ten. Maybe more. But every second we fight back… that's a second they don't own."
Harry chuckled bitterly. "You always say the right thing, huh?"
"Not really," Peter smirked. "I just say the truth. And the truth is… I'm not giving up. Not while I still have people to protect. Not while I have you."
Harry turned to him slowly.
"You still see me like that? After everything I did? After what my father—"
Peter cut him off with a firm voice.
"You're my brother, Harry. Not by blood. But by every damn thing that counts."
Harry's shoulders trembled slightly. For the first time in weeks, he looked like the boy Peter grew up with—the one who laughed too loud, who dreamed too big.
"Thanks, Pete..."
Peter gave him a side-punch on the arm.
"Now come on. Gwen's gonna fry your circuits if you miss another team meeting."
Harry grinned. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go kick some ass."
As they walked back down the stairwell together, shoulder to shoulder, the city may have still been burning…
…but the fire inside them burned hotter.
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Meanwhile on Gwen side
The room buzzed with the soft hum of machinery, flickering monitors casting blue light across the cluttered workspace. Tools scattered. Diagrams hovered on digital displays. Sparks flew as Gwen Stacy adjusted the micro-arc conductors inside the chest plate.
She didn't look up when the lab door slid open.
"You're late," Gwen muttered, tightening a screw on the suit's spinal mount.
"I was having a rooftop therapy session with Harry," Peter replied, stepping inside with Harry behind him.
Gwen glanced over, sweat glistening on her brow.
"Hope it was worth it. Because this suit?" She held up a scorched alloy plate. "Takes a hell of a lot more work than your old one. Especially now that Fury tossed in vibranium like it's a party favor."
"Not bad," Peter nodded. "Just make sure it doesn't explode the first time I punch someone"
Gwen rolled her eyes.
"It won't. If anything, you'll break his jaw and the building behind him."
"You really think this'll be enough?" Harry asked, stepping closer to the suit, awe flickering in his eyes.
Gwen paused, then turned to face him directly.
"No. It's not about the suit being enough. It's about the one wearing it." Her eyes locked on Peter.
Peter scratched the back of his neck.
"No pressure, right?"
Gwen grinned.
"You promised me anything if I helped you build this, remember?"
Peter gulped again. "Still regretting that."
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Meanwhile The wind howled as the city below glittered with artificial peace—shadows hiding beneath neon lights, whispers of chaos in the alleys.
Kraven stood at the edge of a towering building, muscles coiled like a predator waiting to pounce. His long coat fluttered behind him. Golden eyes gleamed like a jungle beast sizing up its prey. Below him, the Viper-controlled sector of the city pulsed with the heartbeat of organized crime.
"Tomorrow…" he whispered, gazing at the horizon where the moon hung low and blood-bright.
He clenched his fists, veins bulging with anticipation.
"Tomorrow will be my show…" he smirked, baring his teeth like fangs.
A masked subordinate stepped forward behind him, hesitant.
"Sir, should we alert the handlers about the Spider—?"
Kraven raised a single hand, silencing him.
"The rumors… Spider-Man…" He rolled the name across his tongue like a fine wine. "I can't wait to fight him."
His lips curled upward in savage delight.
"Let's see if the legend is true… or if he's just another cub pretending to roar."
He turned, his cloak billowing like smoke as he walked toward the rooftop's shadowed exit.
Below, the city breathed. Above, a hunter stalked.
And tomorrow, Kraven would hunt.
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In the Night
The city lights bled softly through the tall windows, painting streaks of gold and blue across the hardwood floor. Distant sirens hummed like lullabies for a restless world. Inside, it was quiet—too quiet.
Mary Jane sat on the couch, legs folded, eyes distant. Her red hair glowed like embers in the low lamp light.
Harry walked over and sat beside her, placing two steaming mugs on the table. One untouched.
She didn't look at him when she spoke.
"I'm afraid something will happen tomorrow…" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, like she was afraid saying it out loud would make it real. "It feels… wrong. Like something's coming."
Harry leaned back, resting his hand on hers.
"Don't worry about that, babe." He gave her a tired smile. "Besides We've got spider-man remember"
Mary Jane looked at him now, eyes searching his—haunted, uncertain.
"But what if it's not enough this time? I mean… we're just people, Harry. The sinister six, Viper. The whole damn world's cracking and we're holding the pieces with bleeding hands."
Harry sighed, pulling her closer.
"Then we keep bleeding together," he said quietly. "We don't give up now. Not when we've come this far."
She rested her head against his shoulder. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Outside, a helicopter passed. The city was bracing.
So were they.
"Promise me," Mary Jane whispered, "you'll make it through tomorrow."
Harry didn't answer right away. He kissed her forehead.
"I'll try."
Mary Jane thoughts drifted to Peter… Praying for his safety
To be continue