As I swing through the city, I suddenly notice the citizens in a state of panic.

"Help!!" cried out a voice, trembling with terror, its urgency slicing through the chaos.

"Help us!" came another, the words strained with desperation as uncertainty gripped those who uttered them.

"Heroes, help us!" the plea rose, carried on the frantic breaths of those who sought salvation.

A collective cry of anguish pierced the air, "Ah!!!!!!" a primal scream of fear and distress echoing into the sky.

""Spider-Man, help us!!!" rang out a voice, tinged with both hope and dread, calling upon the hero in a moment of dire need.

"S.H.I.E.L.D., help us!!!" another voice joined the chorus, invoking the name of the renowned organization in a plea for deliverance.

The question hung heavy in the air, a whispered fear that dared to surface amidst the chaos, "Are we going to die here?!"

Each cry, each plea, showed how scared everyone was. The city was like a painting of fear and chaos, made from uncertainty and desperation. And in all of that mess, the city was waiting for a hero to show up.

As Chaos erupts I spot Doctor Octopus, Kraven the Hunter, and Taskmaster—the notorious trio of villains wreaking havoc.

I swing in front of them, making my presence known. My black spider suit gleams in the sunlight, with a dark blue spider emblem on my chest and my mask's eyes glowing a fierce blue.

Taskmaster's gaze sharpens as he recognizes me. "You are really here, Spider-Man." he says, as if he had been expecting this moment.

Confused, I respond, "What did you say?"

Taskmaster continues with a smirk, "All of this—mere deceptions to lure you out."

Doctor Octopus steps forward, his mechanical arms twitching. "Where is Spider-Man Red?!"

I chuckle, "Sorry, pal, it's his day off."

Kraven lunges towards me, a wild look in his eyes. "I never forget those days, those battles we fought! Ahahahahah!" His laugh echoes through the street.

"This battle maniac." I murmur to myself as I swiftly evade Kraven's attack.

Taskmaster fires an arrow at me. I twist my body mid-air, dodging it effortlessly. Doctor Octopus lunges with his mechanical arms. I punch one of them, sending it off course, and then swing away to gain some distance.

"Why are you targeting me?" I demand, my voice firm.

Taskmaster shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. "Beats me Hero. I'm being paid to kill you."

Kraven grins, the thrill of the hunt evident in his eyes. "I just want to fight you. I crave that battle."

Doctor Octopus sneers, his eyes filled with malice. "I just want to kill that Spider-Man Red but now that his comrades are here I should kill you first!!!."

As they close in on me, I prepare for the battle ahead. This is going to be one of the toughest I faced.

...

[Meanwhile Dr.Doom]

Dr. Doom, who represents both power and intellect, stood with his allies, holding the orb that resembled a tiny sun in his hand. The orb was safely encased in vibranium, a strong metal. Inside, its energy pulsed, ready for Dr. Doom's orders.

Chameleon approached Dr. Doom, handing him a megaphone with a sly grin. "Sir, here you go. With this megaphone, we can make sure the whole of New York City knows what we're up to."

Accepting the megaphone, Dr. Doom turned it over in his grasp, his crimson gaze flickering with calculated intent as he inspected the instrument. "Interesting.... A tool to amplify our message." he mused, acknowledging the potential of this simple device to broadcast their intentions to the entirety of New York City.

Chameleon nodded, a glint of anticipation in his eyes. "Indeed, sir. With this, they will know our motive."

Dr. Doom's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Excellent." he murmured, accepting the megaphone.

Meanwhile, Electro, the crackling embodiment of electricity, stepped forward eagerly, his volatile energy barely contained beneath the surface. "Sir, may I take the megaphone first?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

Dr. Doom regarded him with a raised eyebrow. "It seems you have something specific in mind, Electro. Speak."

Electro's expression hardened with determination. "Yes, sir. I want to make a grand announcement. I'll intend to strike fear into the hearts of New Yorkers by announcing my intent to kill that damn Chris Hilton!!!"

Dr. Doom nodded slowly, considering the implications. "Very well, Electro. Let your voice be heard. Strike fear into the hearts of those who dare to oppose us."

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Dr. Doom, with a determined look, passed the megaphone to Electro, Doom understood that chaos could be used to his advantage, paving the way for his desire for Absolute peace through fear and dominance.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Electro took the megaphone, a sense of purpose coursing through him. He was ready to unleash chaos and make his mark on the world, driven by a mix of vengeance and the promise of recognition from his comrades.

As Electro's words echoed through the city, panic spread like wildfire, sending shivers down the spines of all who heard it.

"I'm Maxwell Dillon, the man you know as wanted, all because of that damned Chris Hilton!" declared Electro, his voice carrying through the streets. "Now that I'm back, call me Electro! And mark my words, today, I'll end Chris Hilton's life!"

......

[Meanwhile Peter]

Minutes passed

As Electro's voice pierced through the walls of the classroom, a ripple of fear swept over us. Mary Jane's worried gaze met mine, her eyes searching for answers to the sudden disruption.

"What's going on? Someone was shouting about a declaration or something." Mary Jane said, her voice trembling with apprehension.

Harry's expression mirrored MJ's concern as he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I heard it too. Whatever they're up to, it can't be good."

The panic among the students was palpable, whispers of Maxwell's name and the memories of past tragedies circulating among them like a chilling breeze.

"This can't be real. Maxwell? The one responsible for that tragedy?" someone murmured, their voice tinged with disbelief.

Others chimed in, their whispers fraught with disbelief. "No, no, this can't be happening. How are we hearing his voice?"

As the room buzzed with fear and uncertainty. The responsibility pressed down on me, heavier than ever before. Michael, my mentor and guide, had urged me to take a much-needed rest day. But in the face of Maxwell Dillon's threat against Chris Hilton's life, I couldn't afford to heed that advice. The safety of Sir Chris and the well-being of the city hung in the balance, and I knew what I had to do.

"I'm sorry, Mike." I murmured silently, the words a silent apology to my mentor. "But I can't stand by and let this happen. Sir Chris needs me."

With a strong sense of determination guiding me, I knew what I had to do. Despite my longing for a break, but duty called, and I couldn't turn away those in need.

Then Steadying myself, I looked at MJ and Harry, their worried expressions met with a firm nod from me.

"I... I should probably go." I began, my voice tinged with regret at the half-truth I was about to speak. "I'm worried about Aunt May and Uncle Ben."

Harry nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I get it, Pete. We're all worried about our loved ones too."

Mary Jane embraced me tightly, her arms a comforting anchor in the midst of chaos. "Take care, Peter." she whispered, her voice filled with concern and support.

With a nod of gratitude to my friends, I slipped away, the weight of responsibility heavy on my shoulders. I found a secluded spot and uttered the familiar words, "Hero on." As the watch transformed me into Spider-Man, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me, the thrill of the transformation never fading.

"Sheesh, this is really cool." I murmured to myself, a quick break from the seriousness of the situation.

Swinging through the city, I couldn't shake the feeling of urgency gnawing at me. I knew I had to inform Michael of my plans. He deserved to know, not only as my mentor but also as a friend of Sir Chris Hilton. I reached for my Mcall device, dialing Michael's number as I swung through the bustling streets below.

.....

[Meanwhile Michael Wilson]

Michael Wilson, known to the world as the Legendary Spider-Man, found himself locked in a fierce battle against the formidable trio of Taskmaster, Kraven, and Doctor Octopus.

As Electro's threat against Chris Hilton echoed through the city, my heart sank with a mix of worry and determination to protect my friend. Then I look at the trio and prepared myself.

Quick as lightning, I dodged Taskmaster's attacks, using my web to throw him off balance. Then Kraven swung his deadly blade at me, but my spider sense warned me just in time to dodge out of harm's way. With Doctor Octopus's mechanical tentacles closing in, I suddenly grabbed or took a hold of his mechanical tentacles.

Then Doctor Octopus, his mechanical tentacles flailing wildly, protested, "Let go of me!" Ignoring his demands, I tightened my grip on his mechanical tentacles. Driven by determination, I pushed back against his resistance with all my might. Summoning every ounce of strength within me, I used the momentum of his own struggle to forcefully flew him backward. The sound of metal crashing against the ground reverberated through the air, indicating the sheer force of my actions.

With the trio momentarily subdued, I knew I couldn't afford to waste any more time. Chris's life hung in the balance, and every moment counted. "I don't have time for this." I declared, steeling myself for what lay ahead.

Then Feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on me, I questioned whether I could afford to continue holding back. The trio's relentless assault makes it hard for me, and I knew I couldn't afford to fail Chris. As I weighed my options, I reluctantly considered activating the berserk mode—a desperate measure reserved for the most dire of circumstances. But before I could make a decision, a welcome interruption came through the Spider-Man system implanted in my mind.

"Host, someone is calling you; it appears to be Peter Parker." the system informed me.

With a sense of urgency, I nodded inwardly and instructed, "Connect me with Peter."

As the chaos of battle raged around me, Peter's voice pierced through the turmoil, transmitted directly to my mind via the Spiderman system.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but I have to disobey your orders. I can't rest now; Sir Chris needs my help, and I'm heading there right away." Peter's urgency echoed in my mind.

His words brought a flood of relief, dissipating some of the tension that had gripped my chest. With a mixture of gratitude and guilt, I mentally replied, "Pete, I'm sorry... It's my fault you don't have a rest day today because of my incompetence."

Peter's reassuring voice immediately followed, his unwavering loyalty shining through. "No, Mike, I choose this. Besides, we're a team, right?"

"Yeah, we're a team," I affirmed, a surge of determination coursing through me.

With our final exchange of farewells, Peter prepared to depart. "Well, that's settled. I've got to head out now. Take care, Mike."

"I'll catch you later, Pete. Take care," I called out in my mind before Peter ended the call, his determination evident even through our brief exchange.

As the echoes of Peter's departure lingered in my mind, the villains gathered themselves for another assault. Their determination and resilience were evident, signaling a renewed intent to confront me.

Taskmaster, his voice tinged with begrudging admiration, acknowledged my prowess. "You're truly as formidable as I expected, my childhood hero." he admitted, getting back on his feet with a renewed sense of purpose.

Kraven, ever the predator, found exhilaration in the midst of our battle. "He's a true beast." he proclaimed, his enthusiasm palpable. "And I've always enjoyed the challenge of hunting beasts."

Dr. Octopus, though clearly fatigued, refused to yield his menacing aura. Breathing heavily, he promised a vengeance through gritted teeth. "You'll regret crossing me." he growled, his gaze filled with evil intent.

Now that Peter is on his way to save Chris, I can direct my full attention to these three adversaries without resorting to my berserker power. I trust Peter to handle the situation with Chris; I knew he can do it, after all, I am his mentor.

To be continued