Next Day
Footsteps echoed through the metal corridor. Peter moved fast, his eyes scanning every corner as he stormed toward the lab.
"What's the deal?" he asked, voice tense.
Rebel Nora met him halfway, holding up a tablet.
"It's better if you saw this, Peter."
The screen lit up.
Kraven, shirtless and scarred, stood atop a burning convoy. His voice boomed across a live stream, transmitted to every known rebel channel.
"Where is your so-called Spider-Man?!" Kraven shouted, his eyes wild with fury. "The one they call a hero… a legend? Where is he now?!"
The camera panned down to show rebel soldiers groaning on the ground, defeated, some unconscious, others writhing in pain.
Peter's jaw clenched.
"Tsk… that bastard…"
He stormed into the lab and threw the door open.
"What happened to the Mark II suit?"
Gwen, hunched over a workbench cluttered with glowing schematics, looked up from her tools.
"It's still not finished yet."
"Tsk… Kraven is hunting our comrades right now!"
Gwen didn't flinch.
"Leader Frank Castle, Harry, Robin, and the others are already on their way. They volunteered."
Peter's eyes widened.
"What?! That's too risky! You know the Vipers organization is out there too!"
"I know, Pete. But we can't send you without your suit and mask. You're not just a fighter—you're a symbol now. And besides…" she added, adjusting her goggles, "they're not ordinary soldiers. They've all been enhanced by the super-soldier serum. You know that."
Peter ran his hands through his hair, pacing.
"Goddamnit… I know. But I can't just sit here while they're risking their lives!"
His eyes scanned the lab, then locked onto a black outfit hanging in the corner. A simple, sleek spandex suit. On its chest: a stylized white crow symbol.
"What's this?"
Gwen looked over and paused. Her expression softened.
"It was my old costume. From Halloween." She smiled faintly. "My mom gave it to me… before she—"
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Gwen nodded, brushing the memory away. "Why are you asking about that, anyway?"
Peter picked up the suit, holding it against himself with a mischievous spark in his eyes.
"I have a plan. If the Mark II isn't ready… then I'll make something regular. A spandex Spider-Man." He looked at the black color, then smirked. "Since this is black… I guess I'll be Black Spider-Man for today."
Gwen blinked.
"Kinda racist if you say it like that."
Peter chuckled under his breath.
"Yeah… maybe I'll just call it… Stealth Spider-Man. For now."
..
Meanwhile on the other side
Time: Mid-morning
Location: Outskirts of Sector 12 – The Cracked Arena, a collapsed stadium turned into a battlefield.
The armored truck screeched to a halt. Dust flew into the air. Inside, the rebels tensed.
Frank Castle stood near the door, shotgun in hand.
Robin adjusted her gauntlets.
Harry checked his pistol, his expression tight and controlled.
Ganke wiped sweat from his brow, muttering a prayer.
Quin cocked her plasma rifle.
Tray secured his forearm blades.
Arlo sat silently, eyes glowing faintly, he was already scanning movement.
"This is it," Castle growled. "Kraven's been seen around the old arena ruins. Reports say he took out three squads. No hesitation. No mercy."
"We're going in loud?" Quin asked.
"Loud and fast," Robin said. "He won't expect a coordinated strike. We hit him from multiple angles, separate him from the Vipers."
The side of the truck slammed open. The team poured out, boots crunching into shattered concrete as the stadium loomed ahead half of it collapsed, the other half a broken coliseum filled with shadows and echoes.
Crimson flares burned from above. Kraven had made a throne out of wreckage and bones in the center of the arena. Rebel bodies hung from the pillars, trophies of his hunt.
He stood tall, eyes glowing with animal hunger.
"There you are…" he growled, stepping down from his throne like a lion disturbed.
The moment he did, Viper snipers hidden in the ruins opened fire.
TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!!!
Bullets ricocheted around the squad.
"Split formation!" Robin shouted, diving into cover. "They've got the high ground!"
Harry slid across debris and fired back.
Ganke, adrenaline flooding his system, unleashed EMP pulses from his gauntlet to disable drones flying above.
Tray and Arlo rushed the flank with inhuman speed. Tray's blades sang through the air, slicing through two Viper soldiers as Arlo tackled a third into a wall.
Quin launched explosive disks into the sniper nests, taking down one tower in a fiery blaze.
"Ganke, with me!" Harry shouted. "We take the left! Robin, right side with Castle and
Quin!! Tray, Arlo, blitz him when I signal!"
Frank Castle pulled out a grenade launcher. "I'll keep the dogs off you."
Suddenly, Kraven leapt from the arena's center, a blur of muscle and rage.
He tackled Quin first, slamming her into a concrete wall. Quin groaned, blood running down herforehead.
"Too weak," Kraven spat. "Next."
Robin shot his hook gauntlet, swinging toward him and landing a high kick to Kraven's jaw. He stumbled but caught his leg mid-air.
"A spark," he muttered. "But not enough."
He hurled him like a ragdoll into the stands.
Harry yelled and fired a barrage of plasma rounds at Kraven, distracting him long enough for Ganke to fire an electric net. It slowed the hunter, barely.
Kraven roared, tearing the net apart and charging.
Castle appeared from behind, pressing a shotgun barrel into Kraven's ribs.
BOOM.
Kraven snarled in pain, swinging wildly. Castle rolled aside just in time.
Tray jumped from above, both blades aimed at Kraven's shoulders. Kraven dodged but not fast enough. One blade tore into his side.
Kraven turned grinning.
"You're fast. Let's see if you're faster than death."
They clashed in a flurry of slashes, Kraven using retractable claws from his wrists, Tray moving like a ghost.
Then, Arlo tackled Kraven at sonic speed, sending both crashing through the arena's central platform.
The dust cleared. Kraven emerged, bloodied but laughing.
"Now we hunt for real!"
With Kraven slightly injured and his forces dwindling, the team regrouped.
"Surround this lion hobbi guy" Robin barked.
Ganke activated a gravity trap. Kraven's movements slowed.
Castle reloaded.
Harry and Quin flanked.
"NOW!" Robin shouted.
All seven struck at once energy blasts, blades, fists, and fury.
Kraven roared under the assault. He fought back savagely but the numbers overwhelmed him.
Finally, Castle stepped forward and aimed his rifle point-blank at Kraven's chest.
"Any last words?"
Kraven smiled, blood dripping from his mouth.
"You're too late. The Alpha Predator… was just bait."
Suddenly, the ruins of the old city blared with a chilling sound.
"ALERT. ALERT."
Red lights flashed from battered towers once thought abandoned. Broken tech sparked to life—just long enough to tell them one thing.
Something was coming.
"Wait…" Ganke's voice trembled as he tapped into the frequency buzzing in his earpiece. "Something's wrong. There's a signal—underground."**
He glanced at Harry.
"There's movement. Lots of it."
"What kind of movement?" Robin asked, gripping her metal bat.
Ganke looked up, pale. "Something big. And it's waking up."
Far below them, deep in the hollow bones of the ruined city, machinery stirred. Steam hissed. Rusted gears roared to life.
The Vipers' real weapon Buried for months beneath the ruins was no longer dormant.
And Kraven?
He just stood there, calmly watching the panic settle in the rebels' eyes.
He tilted his head, letting his voice rise to the camera drones floating nearby.
"You people never understand the value of the hunt. It's not about killing fast…"
He licked his teeth, grinning.
"It's about the fear. The chase. The moment before the end."
Then, with a flick of his fingers—
BOOM!
Explosions rocked the nearby streets.
A hail of fire and debris erupted as hidden bombs detonated all around the rebel team.
"KILL THEM!!" Viper agents from the shadows screamed, opening fire from rooftops and collapsed bridges. Dozens of them—black armor, red visors, and no mercy.
"RUN!!" One of the rebel soldiers yelled, but it was too late for most.
Men and women were thrown through the air. Screams echoed. Blood splattered. The dust
turned red.
Harry dove forward, tackling Ganke just before a fireball swallowed the platform they stood on.
Quill spun mid-air, blasting with a salvaged repulsor glove, but caught shrapnel across her side. "Agh—bitch!"
Tray shielded Arlo with his own body, skidding across the gravel, bruised and burned.
Robin's voice roared above the chaos, "Holy Cow! DON'T FALL BACK, WE'RE STILL BREATHING!"
Kraven watched it all with calm fascination, smoke curling around him.
"They were too weak." He stepped over a dying rebel, stabbing him without looking.
"That's why they died."
"BASTARD!!" Ganke shouted, his voice ragged.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!!" Harry's fists sparked—his nanotech gauntlets flickering to life with unstable energy.
But before they could reach Kraven—
More Viper soldiers descended, screaming like rabid wolves.
The air turned to gunfire. Chaos.
Frank Castle, bleeding from a graze to the shoulder, barked through the comms, "FALL BACK INTO FORMATION! HOLD THE FUCKING LINE!"
Robin gritted his teeth, cracked a soldier's jaw with his bat, and screamed, "SOMEONE NEED TO CALL OUR HERO OR WE GONNA DIE!"
Amid the hell, a new shadow moved.
From a rooftop high above—
A black figure watched.
A lean, agile silhouette in tight black spandex.
And a white, glowing crow emblem across the chest.
"About time," the figure whispered.
Peter Parker was back.
But this time, not as the hero they knew.
This was something else.
A hunter.
A symbol.
Black Spider-Man had entered the hunt.
To be continue