Bab 154: Chapter 150
Outside one of the cells in SHIELD headquarters, Nick Fury peered through the one-way glass. Inside, a figure in a white prison uniform sat silently on the metal bed, staring off in a daze. His hair was disheveled, obscuring his face, but the aura he projected was unmistakable—worn, defeated.
Beside Fury, Agent Maria Hill observed with a trace of complexity in her expression. "Over the past two months, we've conducted numerous tests on him," she said quietly. "His muscle density is forty-eight times that of a typical person, and his bones are as strong as metal. Yet, his original abilities have either disappeared or deteriorated for reasons we can't determine."
She continued, "His genetic structure is remarkable—far more refined than that of an ordinary person. However, the sequence is impossible to replicate. And ever since his arrest, he's been like this: silent, uncommunicative, though he cooperates with every test and procedure we conduct."
Fury's eyes stayed fixed on the dejected Peter Parker, his expression unreadable. "He's being weighed down by his own conscience."
Hill nodded. "Yes. He's young, and he's lost himself in all of this. I think we need to guide him."
Hill knew precisely what Spider-Man had done. From SHIELD's standpoint, Spider-Man's decision to let the Green Goblin go—following his own impulsive principles—had led to catastrophic damage. There was no question: it was a grave mistake. Legally and morally, Spider-Man's arrest was justified.
Yet, after two months of regret and self-recrimination, he was still struggling to recover. It was a testament to his character, Hill thought. On a personal level, she sympathized with him. Many SHIELD agents had faced similar guilt after making tragic choices. However, from a practical perspective, she believed Peter Parker could be redeemed—but only if he was willing to change.
"I don't have time to wait around for him to come to his senses," Fury said coldly.
He hadn't detained Peter Parker simply because of a mistake; he saw potential in the young man, an opportunity to turn him into a valuable asset.
With a nod to Hill, Fury gestured to the metal platform in front of him. Hill tapped a command, and the metal door to the cell unlocked, sliding open.
Fury entered, dragging a bench and positioning it in front of Peter. He sat down, studying the fallen hero in silence.
Peter kept his head lowered, motionless.
Fury began, almost to himself. "Do you know how many SHIELD agents die each year? According to the data, about 7,300. And many of those deaths aren't even complete; some agents end up in pieces or are simply missing."
He paused, his voice taking on a steely edge. "Some die fighting monsters that humanity can't know about—creatures that see us as nothing more than food. Then, there are the truly vile ones, people more dangerous than those monsters, who thrive on chaos and destruction."
Fury's tone shifted, almost reflective. "Others die in accidents, while some survivors are forced to retire, unable to continue. One wrong decision leading to the loss of an entire team can drive a person to the edge. Some of them break, haunted by nightmares or driven to madness."
Peter's body gave a slight tremor, as if Fury's words had struck a chord. But he stayed silent.
Fury didn't let up. He knew Peter needed more than sympathy. "This world is full of things beyond our understanding—strange forces, abilities, people, and even monsters."
"You're an enhanced individual, Peter, but you're different from others who suddenly gain power. You have a moral compass, a bottom line. Others with power exploit it, feeding their own dark desires. They see themselves as the center of the universe, the 'protagonists' of their own story, and they'll do whatever it takes to stay in control. There are plenty of people like that out there."
His voice grew sharper, more direct. "You want to be a superhero, but you think you can do it with a naïve, self-righteous mindset? You're young, reckless, and you don't see the bigger picture, Peter."
Fury's words became a brutal crescendo, cutting through the silence like a blade. "You were given power and wanted to help others. That's admirable, but being a well-intentioned vigilante isn't enough. You lack the discipline, the control, and because of that, dozens of families are suffering."
He fixed Peter with an intense stare. "Do you really plan to just sit here, wallowing in your guilt, thinking that it's enough to make up for what you've done? Your remorse, your self-blame—none of it means anything to the families who lost their loved ones because of you."
At last, Peter lifted his head. His once-youthful face looked haggard, his eyes bloodshot and dull, aged beyond his years. Fury's words had hit their mark, and all that could be seen in Peter's face was raw regret and despair.
Fury was unmoved, his face an unyielding mask. "Do you know what New York—and even the whole country—thinks of you? They want you caught, tried, and sentenced. Congratulations, Peter Parker. You're famous."
"They're right. I deserve it." Peter's voice was rough, barely above a whisper. His eyes were hollow, his spirit broken.
"Death is the easy way out. Do you think dying will redeem you? No—that's a coward's choice," Fury said coldly.
"Don't forget, you still have an aunt. Do you want her to live with the stigma of being family to a so-called 'sinner'?"
Peter's body trembled, and his eyes filled with tears. After a long pause, he finally spoke. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to redeem yourself," Fury replied, his gaze unwavering. "Use your life to save more people in this world."
With that, Fury handed Peter a tablet. On the screen was the image of a massive green monster.
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