The punch came out like a blade.
The sheer force of the wind it generated whipped Thor's golden hair backward, strands snapping straight like arrows under pressure.
And then—
The real attack arrived.
Right at his face.
For Peter, his greatest advantage was simple—
He knew Thor.
He knew the story.
Whether from movies or comics, the God of Thunder was no mystery to him.
And because of that…
He felt no awe.
No reverence.
In the cinematic universe, Thor was a higher lifeform—technically an alien, yet far beyond humans in physiology. His control over lightning, his vitality, his endurance… all vastly superior to anything Earth could produce.
In the comics?
Thor was a true god.
Divinity.
Godhood.
A being who perfectly embodied every myth ever told about gods.
But ironically—
That also meant limitations.
The stronger they were, the more bound they became.
Their fates were predetermined, like characters in a script—like NPCs in a game.
And the Thor standing before Peter now?
Whether god or alien—
It didn't matter.
Because Peter knew one thing for certain.
Thor… couldn't stop him.
Not like this.
Not before inheriting Odin's power.
Not before becoming the All-Father.
Right now—
This was Thor's limit.
BOOM!!!
Peter's telekinetically reinforced fist slammed straight into Thor's face.
It was a brutal, merciless blow.
The kind that shattered dignity along with bone.
Blood burst from the corner of Thor's eye, his face instantly bruising—colors blooming across his cheek as if painted in violence.
But Peter didn't stop.
Not even for a second.
One punch wasn't enough.
He wanted the hammer.
And to get it—
He needed to break Thor completely.
"ORA ORA ORA ORA!!"
Shouting wildly, Peter surged forward, closing the distance instantly.
Webbing shot out, binding Thor's arms and legs.
It wouldn't hold him for long—
But it didn't need to.
A moment was enough.
And then—
The storm began.
Punches.
Kicks.
Relentless combinations.
Every fighting style he knew—
Every technique he could execute—
All unleashed at full power.
Compared to before, this wasn't suppression anymore.
This was domination.
Pure, overwhelming, one-sided beating.
"…This guy…"
In Asgard's golden palace, Loki stood frozen, mouth slightly open.
He didn't even care anymore about Peter provoking him.
Or about the Destroyer being dismantled piece by piece.
None of that mattered.
Because what he was seeing—
Was his brother…
Getting beaten senseless.
Thor wasn't just his rival.
He was his shadow.
But also—
In some twisted way—
His hero.
Loki had grown up in Thor's world.
A world where Thor was invincible.
Unstoppable.
A living legend.
That world had suffocated him—
But it had also been his fantasy.
His illusion.
His… dream.
And now—
That dream…
Was shattering.
…
"Thor, you idiot—GET UP!"
Loki roared in fury within the empty hall.
"What are you doing?!"
"You're letting a mere Midgardian beat you like this?!"
"You coward! You disgrace! You worthless failure!!"
He slammed Gungnir against the floor.
The echo thundered through the palace.
But his voice…
Would never reach Thor.
And even if it did—
Thor couldn't respond.
Peter's assault was simply too overwhelming.
Their base strength had already been close.
With the enhancement of the spider serum, Peter's physical capabilities were not far from those of an Asgardian.
Add to that—
A suit forged from multiple worlds' black technologies.
Amplifying his strength to its absolute limit.
And then—
The two rounds of enhancement from sacrificing Destroyer fragments.
The Destroyer itself was stronger than Thor.
Even if Loki couldn't fully unleash its power—
Its essence remained.
All of those factors combined—
Resulted in one thing.
Thor…
Was getting beaten stupid.
His mind blurred.
His vision swam.
At some point, absurd thoughts even began creeping in—
Why am I getting beaten?
…Should I just surrender?
"Flying Knee! Hadoken! Phantom Punch! MUDA MUDA MUDA!!"
Peter rattled off nonsense attack names while continuing his relentless barrage.
Each hit grew heavier.
Faster.
More painful.
Without the chance to draw in lightning energy, Thor couldn't even repair his armor.
The once-glorious Asgardian plating dulled under the assault—
Cracks forming across its surface.
And still—
Peter didn't stop.
…
But eventually—
Someone couldn't take it anymore.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!!"
A furious roar erupted from behind.
The Destroyer—
Reactivated.
A blazing stream of fire burst from its core, roaring toward Peter with the intent to incinerate him completely.
But—
Peter had already sensed it.
His Spider-Sense had warned him.
So instead of dodging—
He adapted.
In one smooth motion, he grabbed Thor—
Twisted his body—
And used him as a shield.
"AAARGH—!"
Four mechanical claws locked tightly around Thor's body.
Peter himself curled inward, reinforcing his telekinetic barrier and hiding behind him.
And then—
The flames struck.
Directly.
Unstoppably.
Engulfing Thor whole.
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