Chương 32: Chapter 32:The Gathering & The Promise
The room was quiet as Peter approached Doctor Doom. His confident demeanor masked the underlying tension in the room. The Dark Avengers, Thunderbolts, and Doombots were all on high alert, their eyes never leaving Peter as he began to prepare the equipment for Doom's procedure.
Doctor Doom, in his imperious voice, spoke first. "Parker, you have shown your capabilities, but my case is unique. I hope you realize the gravity of what you're attempting."
Peter nodded, his expression serious. "I do, Victor. But I also know that beneath that mask is a man who has suffered a great deal. I'm here to help you, not just as Spider-Man but as Peter Parker, a fellow scientist."
Doom's eyes narrowed slightly, but he gave a brief nod. "Proceed, then."
Peter's hands moved with precision, setting up the advanced surgical tools and medical devices. He explained each step to Doom, ensuring transparency in the process.
"The procedure involves using nanotechnology to reconstruct your facial tissues and enhance their regenerative capabilities. It will be painful, but it will work," Peter said, his tone calm and reassuring.
As Peter began, the Doombots stirred uneasily. One of them, seemingly the leader, addressed Doom. "Master, should we intervene if this takes too long?"
Doom's voice was sharp. "Silence! Parker knows what he's doing."
Despite Doom's command, the Thunderbolts and Doombots remained restless, their anxiety growing with each passing minute. Norman Osborn watched the scene unfold, his expression unreadable. The members of the Sinister Seventeen, having been helped by Peter, stayed silent but observant, their loyalty temporarily secured by their gratitude.
As the procedure continued, the room's tension was palpable. Bullseye muttered, "How long is this gonna take?"
Moonstone shot him a glare. "Shut it, Bullseye. Let the kid work."
Venom growled, his eyes fixed on Peter. "If he screws this up, we'll be the first to know."
Peter's voice cut through the murmurs, calm but authoritative. "Everyone, please remain patient. This process requires time and precision."
Despite his words, the murmuring grew louder, the Thunderbolts and Doombots exchanging uneasy glances. Finally, General Ross stepped forward, his voice booming. "Parker, how much longer?"
Peter looked up from his work, his eyes steady and unwavering. "General, I understand your concern, but rushing this could endanger Doom's life. Please, trust me."
Ross hesitated, his military instinct clashing with his respect for Peter. But before he could respond, Peter's aura seemed to intensify, a wave of calm yet commanding energy washing over the room.
"Everyone," Peter said, his voice firm and resonant. "I need you all to trust me. I have dedicated my life to helping others, and I will not fail now. Each of you has your own battles, but right now, Victor needs our support. So, stand down and let me do what I do best."
The effect was immediate. The room fell silent, the restless movements ceased. The Thunderbolts, Doombots, and even the Dark Avengers found themselves compelled by Peter's presence, their unease replaced by a grudging respect.
Norman Osborn's eyes widened slightly. "Peter, you've always had a way with words."
Peter smiled briefly before returning to his work. "Thank you, Uncle Norman."
After what felt like hours, Peter finally stepped back, his hands steady despite the intensity of the procedure. "Victor, it's done. The nanobots will continue to work on your tissues, but the major reconstruction is complete."
Doctor Doom slowly removed his mask, revealing a face that, while not entirely healed, was significantly improved. He touched his skin, his eyes reflecting a rare moment of vulnerability.
"Peter Parker," Doom said, his voice softer than usual. "You have done what I thought impossible. For that, you have my gratitude."
Peter nodded. "I'm glad I could help, Victor."
Doom straightened, his regal demeanor returning. "Consider our truce reinforced. I will keep my promise to leave Susan and her children untouched. And know this, Parker, you now have a friend in Latveria. Should you need my assistance, do not hesitate to ask."
Peter smiled. "Thank you, Victor. That means a lot."
Turning to General Ross, Peter prepared the equipment for the next procedure. "General, are you ready?"
Ross, who had been watching intently, nodded. "Let's get this over with, Peter."
The procedure to help Ross control his transformations into the Red Hulk was complex, involving a combination of gene therapy and a specialized control device. As Peter worked, the room remained silent, the tension from earlier replaced by a watchful calm.
Ross grunted as the procedure progressed. "Parker, you've always been reliable. That's why I wanted you as my son-in-law."
Peter paused, his hands steady. "General, you know how complicated things are with Betty."
Ross sighed. "I know, but you're the best man for her. I've seen what you've done today, and I trust you."
Peter nodded, focusing on his work. "I'll see what I can do, General."
As the procedure neared its end, Ross's breathing steadied, his eyes showing a mix of relief and gratitude. "Parker, you've given me control I never thought I'd have. Thank you."
Peter smiled. "It was my pleasure, General."
With both Doom and Ross helped, the room's atmosphere shifted. The villains, once united in their skepticism, now shared a common respect for Peter.
Peter addressed the room. "I've helped each of you today because I believe in second chances. You all have the potential to change, to walk a different path—a path for humanity and for good."
Doom was the first to respond. "Parker, you speak of redemption. You've shown us mercy and kindness. Perhaps it's time we reevaluated our choices."
Norman Osborn nodded. "Peter, you've given us something to think about. You've always been different, better than us in many ways."
Dr. Octavius, now free from his mechanical arms, spoke up. "Peter, you've saved us from ourselves. I owe you my life, and I will strive to be better."
Dr. Connors, restored to his human form, added, "You've given me a second chance, Peter. I won't waste it."
Max Dillon, calmer now, looked at Peter with newfound respect. "I wanted to be a hero once. Maybe it's not too late."
Flint Marko, back to his human self, said, "For my daughter's sake, I'll try to change."
Rhino, feeling more in control, nodded. "I'll join S.H.I.E.L.D., Peter. You've shown me a new path."
Francine, her tears dried, spoke softly. "I'll do better. You've given me control, and I won't waste it."
Bullseye, despite his earlier skepticism, shrugged. "If Parker believes in us, maybe we should give it a shot."
Moonstone crossed her arms, her tone thoughtful. "He's earned our respect. That's not easy to do."
Venom growled, but there was a hint of respect in his voice. "Alright, Parker. We'll see where this goes."
Peter's personalities, ever present in his mind, chimed in with their thoughts.
Garou spoke first. *"You've always been about second chances, kid. That's why you're different."*
Jason added, *"You've got the heart of a hero, Peter. They see that now."*
Ben, always the voice of reason, said, *"You've done good today, Pete. Keep it up."*
Togi nodded in agreement. *"You've shown them a new path. That's all anyone can do."*
Natsu's fiery spirit chimed in. *"You've got the strength to change hearts, Peter. That's real power."*
Issei, with his usual cheerfulness, said, *"You're the best, Peter. They're lucky to have you."*
Even Ddraig, the ancient dragon, offered his thoughts. *"Your kindness is your greatest strength, son. Never forget that."*
Peter smiled, feeling the support of his inner voices. As the groups prepared to leave, they bid Peter farewell. He handed invitations to General Ross, Dr. Norman Osborn, Dr. Doom, Dr. Octavius, and Dr. Connors.
They looked at the invitations, their eyes widening in surprise. The cards read:
**{You have been invited to the Park Expo, held by the Parker Foundation.
Special regards from the chairman,
Peter Parker.}**
Norman Osborn looked at Peter, shocked. "You're the chairman too?"
Peter nodded, his smile confident. "Yes, Uncle Norman gotta have as much powers in your hands as possible.It's time for the world to know who Peter Parker truly is. And I may need your help in that."
They looked at each other, then back at Peter. Doom was the first to speak. "You can count on me, Parker. I will be there."
Ross nodded, his expression firm. "We'll be there, Peter. You have our support."
Dr. Octavius, Dr. Connors, and Norman Osborn echoed the sentiment. "We would love to help. You can count on us anytime."
Peter smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. As the groups took their leave, each to their respective places, they bid Peter farewell, their hearts and minds changed by the young man who had shown them kindness and mercy.
In Peter's mind,
Peter's personalities echoed their support.
*"No matter how much you change, Peter, you will always be kind and merciful. That's why they like you."*
Peter smiled, watching them go. He knew the path ahead would be challenging, but for now, he had made a difference. And that was enough.
**End of Chapter**
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