章 164: Chapter 130– The Alliance of the Beasts (5)

As Peter was in trouble. Despite being agile and quick, Vulture's constant attacks left him exposed. He dodged them narrowly.

Then Vulture attacked more fiercely, Peter became more alert. He sensed the wind rushing as Vulture approached for another strike, and he heard the faint flapping of wings in the chaos. Despite his efforts, though, the thick smoke made it hard for Peter to figure out where exactly Vulture was hiding.

With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Peter knew he needed to act fast. Drawing upon his training and instincts, he focused on the sound of Vulture's movements in these situations

Suddenly, Peter's mind flashed with a memory of a lesson from his mentor Michael Wilson. "Use your surroundings to your advantage," the voice echoed in his mind. With determination burning bright in his eyes, Peter's mind raced, piecing together a plan.

In that crucial moment, Peter cleared his mind, focusing solely on his Spider-Sense and instincts. He honed in on the sounds around him, shutting out all distractions. "Empty your mind, Pete. Focus!" he remembered the wise words of his mentor, the legendary Spider-Man, Michael Wilson.

With Peter feeling calm and his instincts sharp, he knew exactly what Vulture was going to do next. As the villain charged at him, it seemed like everything slowed down. Peter's muscles tensed, ready to move in an instant.

With a sudden movement, Peter reached out and grabbed Vulture's wrist as he lunged forward. The feeling of capturing his foe flooded Peter with a surge of adrenaline, exhilarating him with a sense of victory. Locking eyes with Vulture, Peter could sense Vulture's shock and disbelief, a clear indication of how his quick reflexes had caught the villain off guard.

"I finally caught you, big bird," Peter's voice rang out with determination, his determination unwavering even in the midst of danger.

Using his strength, Peter quickly slammed Vulture down to the ground. The impact shook him.

Vulture's scream filled the air, showing Peter's quick move had hurt him. Seeing Vulture in pain made Peter feel bad. He knew beneath the mask, Vulture was just a person, full of anger and hurt.

As the smoke cleared, Vulture's voice echoed through the air.

"Why must you interfere, Spider-Man?" Vulture's voice was full of frustration and desperation, each breath heaving in and out "I could have my revenge against Norman if you hadn't interfered!"

Even in the middle of the intense battle, Peter's face softened, showing he understood. He knew revenge might seem like the right answer, but he also knew it would only make things worse in the end.

"That's why I stepped in," Peter said with a sense of knowing, his voice calm amidst the chaos. "Seeking revenge isn't the answer; it just consumes you. The more you chase it, the more you lose yourself."

Vulture's harsh words, "Shut the fuck up!!!" cut through the tense atmosphere, but Peter stayed determined. As Vulture attacked again, Peter's concentration sharpened, Because the smoke was now cleared, revealing Vulture clearly.

Reacting quickly, Peter shot out his web shooters, targeting Vulture's eyes with precision. The sticky webbing found its mark, ensnaring Vulture and forcing him to stop mid-flight with a cry of pain, "AURG!!!"

Peter saw a chance and moved fast. He swung towards Vulture, using his webbing like a rope to bring the villain closer. As Vulture stumbled closer, Peter punched him hard in the jaw.

The punch hit hard, sending Vulture reeling and off balance. He spiraled downwards, crashing heavily to the ground with a loud thud. In an instant, he lay still, defeated and unconscious.

Peter stood over Vulture, catching his breath after the intense fight. He felt victorious, despite being tired.

But as Peter gazed at Vulture lying on the ground, a feeling of empathy washed over him. He realized that this villain was a person tormented by anger and suffering. Even though Peter had won the battle, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to save Vulture from the darkness that consumed him.

After that, he made his way to the designated spot where Doctor Octavius lay. As he approached, concern etched on his face, Peter gently inquired, "Are you okay, sir?" However, Doctor Octavius simply held his head, his expression twisted in agony. "Shut up, shut up," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice tinged with desperation.

Confusion gripped Peter as he watched Doctor Octavius struggle. "Sir?" he asked tentatively, reaching out a hand in concern.

But before he could offer further assistance, Doctor Octavius let out a guttural cry of pain, "Aurhgg!!!" Suddenly, the mechanical tentacles attached to his body began to thrash violently, lashing out in every direction with ferocious intent.

Peter's heart raced as he tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding before him. What could have caused this sudden rampage? And, more importantly, how could he stop it?

As Peter looked at the fusion reactor nearby, he saw it was broken and not working right.

In a sudden moment of understanding, Peter figured it out. The tentacles that Doctor Octavius wore had probably merged with the reactor. This caused a dangerous reaction, making him act aggressively without control.

"The fusion reactor," he muttered to himself, recalling his conversations with Doctor Octavius about the project. "It's a source of immense energy, but also highly volatile."

He remembered learning about the properties of fusion reactors in his physics class. Fusion reactions release tremendous amounts of energy by fusing together atomic nuclei, but if not properly contained, they can spiral out of control.

"The tentacles," Peter continued, his thoughts coming together like a puzzle. "They're made of a highly advanced material, likely designed to withstand intense heat and pressure."

He also remembered reading about materials in science and engineering, particularly the development of advanced alloys and composites. These materials could potentially interact with the energy emitted by the fusion reactor, leading to unpredictable consequences.

"It's a fusion reaction," Peter concluded, his voice tinged with urgency. "The energy from the reactor must have triggered a reaction with the materials in the tentacles, causing them to malfunction and lash out uncontrollably."

In simple terms, when Doctor Octavius's mechanical tentacles came into contact with the fusion reactor, a chemical reaction likely occurred. This reaction could have caused the materials in the tentacles and the reactor to interact in a way that changed their properties. As a result, the tentacles might have absorbed some of the energy or substances from the reactor, which could have affected Doctor Octavius's behavior and made him act aggressively. Think of it like mixing two chemicals together and getting a reaction that changes their properties or behavior.

Then With a sense of urgency, Peter sprang into action. He knew that he had to find a way to neutralize the threat before it was too late. But as he faced off against the rampaging tentacles, he couldn't help but wonder: How could he stop a man who had become a prisoner to his own creation?

[Meanwhile Michael Wilson]

As the fight continued, I was out of breath, feeling tired from the constant attacks of my enemies. But I knew it was time to finish this.

With a strong determination, I quickly acted as the Monkey King's robotic body came at me. In an instant, I used my webbing to change his direction, sending him flying straight towards Hammerhead.

As Hammerhead charged towards me, he suddenly realized what was happening. "Oh, shit," he muttered under his breath as the Monkey King's robotic form hurtled towards him at full speed.

"Aurh!!!" echoed the robotic cry as the Monkey King collided with Hammerhead, sending them both crashing to the ground with a loud, metallic crash.

"Old man!!!" Hammerhead shout, his voice filled with contempt.

"Take a big bite of that, Hammerhead!" I proclaimed, feeling like a hero from a cheesy action movie.

And This feels like I'm the main character in a Spider-Man movie, I chuckled, finding the situation amusing despite the chaos.

As I got closer to Hammerhead and the Monkey King, they were clearly hurting. The fight had taken a toll on them, and they didn't look as tough as before. They groaned and looked less confident now.

"Look, guys, it's time to give up," I urged, my voice firm but tinged with empathy.

Hammerhead cursed loudly as he tried to stand up, his frustration evident. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!!! I thought this job would be a breeze!" He glared angrily at the Monkey King. "Vond, you jerk!! I didn't sign up for this much trouble!!!"

Monkey King, also known as Vond, shot back with equal intensity. "You're the motherfucker here! Why did Chameleon introduce you to me anyway?"

The mention of Chameleon caught my attention, sending a shiver down my spine. "Wait, did I hear that right? Chameleon?" I asked, my thoughts racing with the implications.

Vond smirked, radiating with malicious satisfaction. "He's one of our allies, the one who helped me escape," he revealed, his words dripping with malicious delight.

I was stunned by the news. Chameleon, one of Spider-Man's sly enemies, showing up was a complete surprise. I know that our paths would cross eventually, but not this soon. And now, as I looked at Hammerhead, another one of Spider-Man's enemies, defeated only added to the seriousness of the situation.

"Damn," I muttered quietly, my mind racing with the realization that three of Spider-Man's enemies had join together in one day. It was a sudden and surprising twist, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by what it meant.

Turning my attention to the struggling figures of Hammerhead and the Monkey King, I could sense their resolve wavering. With a decisive motion, I clenched my fist and delivered a powerful blow to Hammerhead's gut, causing him to crumple to the ground, unconscious.

With Hammerhead out of commission, I turned to the Monkey King. I quickly found its core and broke it open, revealing where Vond was hiding.

"No, no, no, no!" Vond's panicked cries filled the air as I reached inside, grabbing hold of him before he could escape.

As I held him tightly, his panicked rambling only strengthened my resolve. With a swift blow, I knocked him out, making sure he couldn't cause any more trouble.

[Meanwhile Peter side]

Peter approached Doctor Octavius cautiously, his voice calm and reassuring. "Sir, calm down," he urged, hoping to reach through the haze of pain clouding the scientist's mind.

Doctor Octavius reacted with anything but calmness. "Shut up!" he snapped, his mechanical tentacles thrashing wildly, wreaking havoc all around them. Despite his aggression, Doctor Octavius was clearly in pain, holding his head in agony. Peter swiftly dodged the erratic attacks, his worry for his Science Mentor growing.

Peter moved quickly and accurately, knowing he had to stop Doctor Octavius. With a strong hit, he knocked the scientist out, and Doctor Octavius fell to the ground, unconscious.

As Peter looked down at Doctor Octavius's unconscious form, a pang of fear gripped him. He knew that the mechanical tentacles had fused with the scientist's body, The idea of accidentally hurting him filled Peter with dread.

Carefully examining Doctor Octavius's body, Peter searched for any sign of a solution. But he quickly realized the tentacles were really stuck to the scientist's skin. It was a serious problem, and Peter worried that trying to remove them might make things worse.

Peter felt a mix of frustration and worry as he thought about what to do next. He knew he had to act fast to help Doctor Octavius, but he also knew that trying to remove the tentacles could make things worse. With a heavy heart, Peter decided he had to tell his other Mentor Michael Wilson.

Peter is really determined to find some solution in these no matter how hard it might be, to save his mentor from the dangerous mechanical tentacles.

But Little did Peter know that these tragic days would mark the beginning of his greatest challenge yet—the rise of Doctor Octopus, his arch-nemesis, whose sinister intentions would send shockwaves through his world, painting a dark chapter in his story.

To be continued