In New York, at a secure S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, a Quinjet slowly descended.
From it stepped a woman with blazing red hair that seemed to ignite the air around her. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her figure, paired with black cutout heels that clicked against the tarmac. Every movement radiated authority and allure.
Natasha Romanoff—the Black Widow.
Nearby, soldiers in fatigues paused, their eyes following her with undisguised awe.
A sports car rolled up. Behind the wheel, a man in a black suit smiled warmly as he got out.
"Natasha. Didn't expect Fury to send you here."
She smiled faintly at the familiar face.
"With you already on the job, Coulson, there's hardly a need for me, is there?"
Coulson chuckled.
"The boys' address is already in your phone. Go."
Natasha slid into the waiting car. The engine roared, and in moments she was gone, leaving Coulson watching her disappear into the distance.
…
Meanwhile, in Queens.
Outside Holland's home in the 13th District, a black Bentley pulled to a stop.
Maguire stepped out in his black suit, frowning slightly.
"This car doesn't fit my style. Once my plans move forward, I'll get something better."
He strode up to the house and rang the bell.
The door opened—and there stood Aunt May.
Light blue skinny jeans, a simple white T-shirt. Modest clothes, yet on her flawless figure they were devastating. Her auburn hair was tied up, her gentle face radiating warmth. She was only twenty-eight, still young, still beautiful, her life shaped by raising Holland after his parents' death. Suitors had come, but she had refused them all. She had never once fallen in love.
Seeing Maguire at the door, her face lit up with a smile.
"Maguire, you came. Wonderful! You promised to teach me cooking—don't think you're getting out of it."
Maguire smiled smoothly.
"Of course. My word is my bond."
He stepped inside. May watched his back as he entered, frowning slightly.
"Why does he feel so different from Garfield and Holland? There's… something strange about him."
Inside, Garfield and Holland were buzzing with excitement.
"Maguire, that guy yesterday was insane!" Holland exclaimed. "He was stronger than me!"
"Not just strong," Garfield added. "He was fast. We couldn't keep up with him."
Maguire's thoughts darkened.
"These two… what kind of fighters are they? Couldn't even hold onto one Scorpion. Fine. I'll 'exchange words' with him myself."
Aloud, he asked,
"Do you know who he is?"
Both shook their heads.
"No idea. Masked. But from what he said, he was after us."
Then Garfield brightened.
"Maguire, when are you going to team up with us? They call us Spider-Duo, but it should be Spider-Trio! No—better, the Spider Alliance!"
Maguire nearly rolled his eyes. Their obsession with dragging him into their childish alliance was exhausting.
Before he could answer, May's voice called from downstairs.
"Garfield, Holland—come down! Someone's here to see you."
The two rushed out, leaving Maguire finally in peace.
"Finally. The chatterboxes are gone."
…
Downstairs, May stood beside another woman. A red-haired beauty in a sleek black dress, her presence commanding, her charm undeniable.
Side by side with Aunt May, they were a vision—two striking figures, radiant in their own ways.
Natasha Romanoff had arrived.
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