Peter landed on the rooftop, scanning the area with his visor and enhanced senses.
His webs were severed—not by brute force, but by something sharp, metallic, and unnatural.
He knelt down, picking up one of the gleaming fragments scattered across the surface. It was a piece of the Spider Slayers, jagged and razor-sharp, capable of cutting through his webs—and possibly even his own body if he wasn't careful.
A sinking feeling settled in his chest.
Dr. Connors was gone.
The Lizard had escaped.
Peter's mind raced as he pieced together the situation. Connors must have used these metallic shards to cut himself free. The material was durable enough to slice through his reinforced webs, meaning the Slayers' creators had access to exceptionally high-grade materials.
The real question was—who had taken him?
These machines were new. Their design, technology, and weaponry were unlike anything he had encountered before. This wasn't just another gang with stolen tech—this was organized, well-funded, and dangerously precise.
His eyes narrowed as he extended his senses, his visor shifting into search mode, scanning for any heat signatures or residual energy trails left behind.
💡 SCAN COMPLETE.
⚠️ NO MATCH FOUND.
Peter clenched his fists. Whoever had taken Connors had done it cleanly—no footprints, no energy residue, nothing to trace.
That meant two things:
They had high-level stealth tech.
They knew exactly what they were doing.
This wasn't a random abduction—this was planned.
'Damn it… I can't lose him.'
His first instinct was to check the Professor's home.
🚀 FWIP!
He swung away, heading straight for Connors' residence, pushing his speed to the limit. The streets below were chaotic, filled with civilians, emergency responders, and news reporters drawn by the massive battle that had just taken place.
But Peter didn't have time to stop—he needed to find Connors before it was too late.
Within minutes, Peter landed outside Dr. Connors' home.
The place was silent.
No signs of forced entry. No unusual heat signatures inside. Nothing.
'Whoever took him was in and out before I even got here.'
That meant they knew his habits—they knew he'd come here first, but they were already long gone.
Peter's jaw tightened.
He needed backup.
Reaching for his comms, he sent a direct call to Jessica—Wonder Woman.
📞 "Jessica, I need your help. This just got serious."
It had not been long since Peter left the battlefield when he decided to call for Jess.
Thanks to Yami's unique abilities, he could easily track the bonds between Peter and his soul-linked partners, ensuring that he could always find them, no matter where they were.
At that moment, Jess had been training Gwen and Cindy, guiding them through combat drills when she suddenly halted.
Sensing Peter's urgency, she didn't hesitate.
With a burst of divine energy, she soared into the night sky, heading straight toward his location.
🚀 FWOOSH!
Peter felt her presence before he saw her.
She descended gracefully, landing in his arms as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.
Without a word, she pressed her lips to his, sealing their connection before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.
"What happened?" she asked, her tone both loving and serious.
Peter held onto her, sitting comfortably on the roof of Connors' house, and began explaining the situation telepathically.
His eyes flickered toward the streets below, where curious onlookers had already begun gathering.
It was 11 PM, but not everyone was asleep. Some were watching. Others were recording. The Super Couple was always a spectacle, and Peter knew this was something that made him more relatable to the public—he wasn't some emotionless alien but a hero with love, fears, and relationships just like them.
Still, that didn't change the fact that his mission was critical.
Jess processed the information quickly.
"So, you want me to stay here while you get some help?" she asked, shifting slightly so she could rest against him, feeling the warmth of his embrace.
Peter nodded. "Yes. I need to find out who built those murder machines, and I need to track down Connors. But more than that, I need the cure for him."
Jess tilted her head. "From who?"
Peter's gaze sharpened. "I'm going to see the Fantastic Four. If anyone knows how to fix this, it's Reed Richards."
Jess sighed but nodded in understanding.
"Okay, I'll keep watch. But Peter... you have to be careful."
She held his hands tightly, concern filling her voice.
"Look at you—you almost died today. You were even forced to use a chakra pill."
There was a difference between possibility and reality.
They had always known there was a risk, but this was the first time Peter had truly come close to death.
Her concern was valid.
Peter gave her a reassuring smile, kissing her softly before pulling back.
"I know, and I will be careful. You already know this."
Their eyes met, and in that moment, there was nothing but trust and understanding between them.
Jess smirked playfully. "Just a reminder."
Peter chuckled. "I'll keep it in mind. Always."
With that, he gently released her and jumped into the night, disappearing into the city skyline as he made his way toward the Baxter Building.
The Fantastic Four were a team of scientific explorers led by Dr. Reed Richards, one of the most brilliant minds on the planet. Their journey into superhero history began after an accidental exposure to cosmic radiation during a space mission, which granted them extraordinary powers.
Each member had their unique gifts:
Reed Richards, also known as Mr. Fantastic, possessed a brilliant intellect and a body that could stretch to incredible lengths.
Sue Storm, the Invisible Woman, could turn invisible and generate force fields.
Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, could ignite his entire body in flames and fly at supersonic speeds.
Ben Grimm, the Thing, was a towering behemoth of orange rock with near-limitless strength and durability.
Operating from their iconic Baxter Building, they were officially registered as the Fantastic Four and were among the first superheroes to openly reveal their identities. They had fought countless cosmic threats, including their infamous encounter with Galactus, the Devourer of Worlds.
Peter had always admired Reed Richards.
The man was a scientific genius, a brilliant explorer, and had amassed a fortune through groundbreaking patents. But what truly fascinated Peter was how balanced Reed's life seemed—he had a beautiful woman at his side, a legendary team, and the freedom to explore the universe as he pleased.
"That's the life…" Peter mused.
If he were in Reed's shoes, he'd probably spend his days diving into scientific discoveries and enjoying the company of his lover—because, really, why not?
As Peter approached Midtown Manhattan, the tall skyscraper with the massive number "4" insignia came into view.
The Baxter Building stood as a symbol of heroism and innovation, home to the first team of superheroes who had embraced public recognition long before Iron Man or the Avengers.
Landing at the main entrance, Peter stepped inside, instantly aware that his presence was being monitored.
The Baxter Building was more than just a home—it was fortified like a high-tech research facility, equipped to handle any potential threat.
Just as he took a few steps forward, a small spherical drone floated toward him, silent and smooth in the air.
Anti-gravity tech?
Peter was tempted to grab it for research, but he knew better—stealing tech from the Fantastic Four wouldn't exactly be polite.
A synthetic voice emanated from the drone.
"Spider-Man, please provide a detailed request for the masters."
Peter realized this was a visitor intake system, designed to screen and manage guests.
At least it recognized him.
"I need to speak with Dr. Richards regarding a case of genetic mutation. Someone I know has been transformed into a beast due to a serum, and I need his help to reverse it."
The drone emitted a soft beep, as if processing his request.
"Your request has been submitted. Please wait for a response."
Peter sighed, crossing his arms.
Now, all that was left to do was wait and see how they responded.
Peter sat down in the reception area, waiting for a response. He could feel the eyes of several people in the room watching him.
These were residents of the Baxter Building, individuals who had chosen to live in this highly secure yet dangerous location. Despite the constant risk of attacks from supervillains and cosmic threats, the advanced security and the proximity to the Fantastic Four made this one of the safest places in the city.
As he waited, he casually waved at a few curious onlookers before leaning back into his seat.
It wasn't long before a robotic voice called out to him.
"Please follow me."
A floating drone led Peter through security checkpoints before taking him to the upper floors—the private living quarters of the Fantastic Four.
Peter stepped into a modern, high-tech kitchen, where Dr. Reed Richards sat at a sleek metallic table, sipping coffee alongside his wife, Susan Storm.
The Invisible Woman was dressed in a casual blue bodysuit, while Reed had his usual lab coat draped over his shoulders.
At first glance, they looked like an ordinary married couple—but Peter knew better. These were two of the most powerful individuals on the planet.
Reed looked up with a welcoming smile.
"Hello, Sir. Thank you for listening to my request."
Reed chuckled softly, waving a hand dismissively.
"No need to be so formal, Spider-Man. Helping people like you is exactly what I'm here for. Sit down and explain everything."
Peter nodded and took a seat across from them, feeling slightly more at ease.
Without wasting time, he explained the situation in detail—how Dr. Connors had been transformed into the Lizard, how he had escaped due to an attack by giant robots, and how he was searching for a way to cure him.
To help with the investigation, Peter reached into his storage dimension and pulled out a damaged piece of one of the attacking spider-like machines.
Reed examined the fragment closely, rubbing his chin in thought.
"The cure itself won't be difficult. I have a genetic separator machine that can restore Dr. Connors to normal. The real challenge is finding him. You'll need to bring him here."
Peter sighed in relief. That was one major problem solved.
But Reed wasn't finished.
"As for the culprits behind the attack… this fragment alone won't tell us much. There are too many possible suspects—Kingpin, the government, Stark's enemies, or even another robotics genius. Unless there's an identifying mark or signature on it, tracing them will be difficult."
Peter frowned, his mind racing through possible solutions.
"If I had the full robot, could you get something from that?"
Reed nodded.
"Absolutely. With a complete unit, I'd have a much better chance of uncovering its origins."
Peter hesitated for a moment before saying,
"Actually, I do have a full one… but I'll need a bigger space to take it out."
Reed's eyebrows rose in genuine curiosity.
"Now, that's unexpected. I knew you had spider powers and some elemental abilities… but spatial manipulation? That's a new one."
Peter shook his head.
"It's not really spatial manipulation. I just use mystical symbols to create a storage zone where I can keep items and retrieve them when needed."
Reed smiled.
"That's still impressive. You don't need to be so humble. We'll talk about that later. For now, let's move to the hangar."
The group walked down a long metallic corridor to a large hangar bay where several Fantasticar models and advanced aircraft were parked.
Peter took a deep breath and activated his storage seal, pulling out the damaged spider bot in its entirety.
Reed inspected it closely, running his fingers over its burnt circuits and dented armor plating.
"This will take some work… but I should be able to repair it."
Peter nodded. That was another problem partially solved.
Now for the biggest issue—finding Dr. Connors.
"I also wanted to ask… do you have any way to help me track him down? The city is too big for me to search for one person alone."
Reed shook his head.
"Sorry, Spider-Man. That's not really my area of expertise. However, if you need someone to locate a missing person? I'd recommend talking to Charles Xavier."
Peter blinked in surprise.
"Professor X?"
"Yes. His telepathic abilities should allow him to pinpoint Connors' location almost instantly."
Peter frowned.
"But… will he even listen to me?"
Reed leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table thoughtfully.
"If you're willing to drop by from time to time for a chat, I'll make the call to Charles Xavier for you."
Peter blinked, momentarily surprised by the offer. He hadn't expected Reed Richards—the foremost scientific mind on Earth—to be interested in regular conversations with him.
But then again, Peter wasn't just Spider-Man anymore. He had evolved beyond just a street-level hero. With his elemental abilities, mystic arts, and scientific knowledge, he was becoming something much greater.
He smiled and nodded.
"I'd be honored to talk with you, Mr. Richards."
Knowledge wasn't free, and Peter knew that a chance to exchange ideas with a genius like Reed was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. If he could trade what he knew for new insights, then it was well worth it.
Reed studied him for a moment before nodding in approval.
"Good. I like your attitude."
Susan chuckled softly, sipping her coffee as she watched her husband engage with Peter.
"You're curious about him, aren't you?"
Reed didn't deny it.
"Of course. Spider-Man is an anomaly. A scientist who wields mystical powers and incorporates them into his combat and technology? That's a rare combination. It reminds me of…"
He trailed off, his gaze darkening slightly.
Peter caught on immediately.
"Doctor Doom?"
Reed's lips pressed into a thin line.
"Yes. Victor has also merged magic and science to terrifying effect. The difference is, you use your gifts to help others. He uses his for power and control."
Peter nodded, understanding what Reed was getting at.
"I'm nothing like Doom. I don't use my abilities to dominate—I use them to protect."
Reed smiled faintly.
"That's why I'm willing to have these discussions with you."
Without further delay, Reed pulled out a small communicator and pressed a button, initiating a secure line to Professor Charles Xavier.
"Let's see what the world's most powerful telepath has to say."