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Gwen had just finished untying Peter, the last of the ropes falling away.
"Thanks," Peter whispered, rolling his stiff shoulders. "Next time I get kidnapped, someone reminds me to bring a pillow."
BOOM!
The warehouse door crashed open with enough force to bend metal, hinges screaming as they tore free.
Standing in the doorway, backlit by the fading daylight, was Vulture. His mechanical wings spread wide—a predator surveying his domain. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Scorpion's unconscious form sprawled across the concrete floor.
"Pathetic," he spat, stepping into the warehouse. "Can't even handle a simple job without screwing it up."
Peter ducked behind a stack of crates, pulling his mask back on. "ghost spider, buy me a minute," he whispered. "Need to activate something I've been working on."
Ghost Spider nodded, springing into action without hesitation. She leapt into the open, drawing Vulture's attention.
"Hey, bird brain!" she called. "Looking for spider season already? It's not even fall yet!"
Vulture's mechanical wings snapped forward. "The other bug," he snarled. "Perfect. I'll clip your wings first!"
He launched himself at her, metal talons extended, a blur of deadly technology and rage.
Ghost Spider waited until the last possible moment before firing a web at a hanging light fixture, yanking herself upward as Vulture crashed into the crates behind her.
"Too slow!" she taunted, landing gracefully on a steel beam that ran across the ceiling. "For a flying villain, you're pretty grounded in your approach!"
Vulture roared, thrusters igniting as he shot upward. His wings sliced through the air, missing Ghost Spider by inches as she flipped backward along the beam.
Below them, Peter finished his preparations. With a soft mechanical click, two sleek, razor-sharp stingers extended from his wrists—a new addition to his arsenal he'd been saving for emergencies.
"Okay," he breathed, flexing his fingers. "Let's see if these work as ben said."
Above, the battle intensified. Ghost Spider wove through the warehouse's upper architecture, using her agility to stay just ahead of Vulture's increasingly furious attacks. Each time his talons struck, they tore through metal and concrete instead of their intended target.
"Stand still!" Vulture bellowed, ripping a section of pipe free and hurling it at her.
Ghost Spider twisted mid-air, the pipe sailing past her shoulder. "Not really my style," she called back, firing a web that caught Vulture's right wing.
She yanked hard, sending him spiraling off-balance, but Vulture recovered quickly. His thrusters roared, compensating as he sliced through her webbing with his wing's edge.
"Clever," he growled, "but not clever enough."
From the shadows of the warehouse, a figure sat perched on a distant crate, completely unaware of the aerial battle. Electro bobbed his head rhythmically, massive headphones covering his ears, the faint sound of music leaking out.
🎶 "Who let the dogs out? Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!" 🎶
His fingers tapped against his knee, small sparks of electricity dancing between them with each beat.
Ghost Spider landed on a catwalk, quickly assessing her surroundings. Seeing her momentary pause, Vulture activated something on his gauntlet. The tips of his mechanical wings began to glow with energy.
"Toomes got an upgrade," she muttered, just before Vulture fired—green energy beams slicing through the air where she'd been standing a split second earlier.
The catwalk collapsed beneath her as she leapt away, forcing her to fire a web to swing to safety. Vulture anticipated her trajectory, accelerating directly into her path.
"Got you now!" he snarled, talons extended.
THWIP!
A web caught Vulture's leg, yanking him off-course just enough for Ghost Spider to evade his grasp.
Spider-Man swung into view, stingers gleaming in the warehouse light. "Tag team, Toomes! My turn!"
Vulture's eyes widened at the sight of the stingers. "New toys, Spider? Won't help you!"
Spider-Man's movements were precise, calculated—far from his usual quippy, acrobatic style. He lashed out with one stinger, the razor edge slicing through the casing of Vulture's left thruster.
"Actually," Peter replied, "I think they will."
The damaged thruster sputtered, forcing Vulture to compensate with his right. His flight became erratic, uneven.
Ghost Spider dropped down beside Spider-Man. "Nice timing," she said. "Like the new hardware."
"Still beta testing," he replied, flexing his wrists.
The floor beneath them suddenly trembled. Heavy, rhythmic thuds approached from outside.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
"I think we've got company," Ghost Spider muttered.
The warehouse wall exploded inward, concrete and rebar flying like shrapnel as Rhino charged through the newly created entrance.
"SPIDER!" he bellowed, shaking debris from his armored shoulders. "CRUSH YOU!"
In the corner, Electro continued his private concert, completely oblivious to the destruction. He swayed side to side, eyes closed tight, performing a little shoulder shimmy as the chorus hit again.
🎶 "WHO LET THE DOGS OUT? WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!" 🎶
Vulture, even with his damaged wing, managed a smile. "Odds just shifted, didn't they?"
Spider-Man readied his stingers. "Math was never my favorite subject." lie its his favorite.
Rhino charged, each thunderous step shaking the ground. Spider-Man waited until the last moment before leaping straight up, firing webs at Rhino's feet as he passed beneath him.
The massive villain stumbled, tangled in webbing, crashing into a stack of metal containers.
Ghost Spider took advantage of the distraction to re-engage Vulture, firing webs at his damaged wing while he was focused on Spider-Man.
"Two-on-two," she called. "I'd say that's fair!"
Vulture snarled, slicing through her webs with his wing. "Won't be even for long!"
As if on cue, purple smoke began billowing through the original doorway.
Mysterio emerged through the haze, his fishbowl helmet reflecting the chaotic battle.
"The audience demands a more... dramatic conclusion," he announced, raising his gloved hands.
Suddenly, the warehouse seemed to warp and shift. Multiple copies of Mysterio appeared throughout the space, each one indistinguishable from the original.
"Great," Spider-Man muttered, dodging as Rhino tore free from the webbing. "The magician's here."
Through it all, Electro remained in his corner, tapping his foot and nodding along to his music. A piece of ceiling fell just feet from him, yet he didn't flinch—just added a little dance move, electrical energy crackling around him in time with a beat only he could hear.
Spider-Man slashed at one of Mysterio's drones with his stingers, the device sparking as it fell to the ground. But immediately he was forced to dodge as Rhino charged again, this time taking out a support column.
"Easy on the structural integrity!" Spider-Man called, flipping over Rhino's head. "Some of us don't have armored skin!"
Ghost Spider continued her assault on Vulture, exploiting his damaged wing. She managed to get close enough to land a solid kick to his chest, sending him spiraling backward into a wall.
"Had enough?" she taunted, landing in a crouch.
Vulture wiped a trickle of blood from his lip. "Not even close, bug."
Across the warehouse, one of Mysterio's illusions made Rhino believe Spider-Man was directly in front of him. The massive villain charged, only to crash through the false image and into another support beam.
The impact shook the entire building. Dust and debris rained from the ceiling.
A large metal pipe broke loose, plummeting directly toward Electro's perch.
CRASH!
The pipe smashed into the crate beside him, the impact sending splinters flying in all directions.
Electro, eyes still closed, simply leaned slightly to the right, missing the danger entirely as he continued grooving to his music, performing an enthusiastic air guitar solo.
🎶 "Who let the dogs out? Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!" 🎶
Back in the main battle, Spider-Man found himself surrounded by three of Mysterio's illusions, each firing what appeared to be energy blasts. He slashed through one with his stinger, revealing it as holographic, but the distraction cost him—Rhino's massive fist caught him in the side, sending him flying into a stack of crates.
Ghost Spider was having her own problems. Vulture had adapted to his damaged wing, and now used the sharp edge as an additional weapon. He slashed at her repeatedly, forcing her on the defensive.
"Running out of room to run!" Vulture snarled.
She ducked under his wing, then sprang upward with a powerful kick that connected with his jaw. Vulture staggered, but recovered quickly.
"And you're running out of luck!" she shot back.
As the battle raged on, Spider-Man pulled himself from the wreckage, stingers at the ready. He spotted Mysterio directing his drones from behind a column.
"Found you," he muttered, firing a web that caught Mysterio's arm.
"Imposs—" Mysterio began, but was cut short as Spider-Man yanked him forward, following up with a well-placed stinger that shorted out his helmet's systems.
The illusions flickered and died.
"One down," Spider-Man said, turning toward where Ghost Spider was still battling Vulture.
A stray electrical cable, severed during Rhino's rampage, whipped through the air—directly toward Electro's headphones.
The cord connected with a spark, sending a jolt through his premium wireless headset.
The music stopped.
Electro froze mid-headbang.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, taking in the scene before him:
Vulture locked in aerial combat with Ghost Spider, one wing sparking and damaged.
Rhino extracting himself from a broken wall, concrete dust clouding around him.
Mysterio on his knees, helmet systems flickering.
Scorpion still unconscious on the floor, completely missed the party.
And Spider-Man, stingers extended, preparing to join Ghost Spider against Vulture.
Electro's eye twitched. "What the—" He looked down at his fried headphones. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
Electricity crackled around him as he stood, blue energy pulsing from his body in waves of anger.
"I JUST BOUGHT THESE!" he shouted at no one in particular, holding up the sparking remains of his headphones. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND HEADPHONES THAT DON'T SHORT OUT WHEN I WEAR THEM?!"
The lights in the warehouse flickered as Electro's rage built, his personal storm brewing.
"I WAS ON THE GOOD PART!"
With a roar of fury, he finally joined the fight, lighting up the warehouse like a thunderstorm.
Spider-Man and Ghost Spider exchanged glances.
This just got a lot more complicated.