With a sudden burst of speed, Mr. Negative lunged at Y/N, his dagger crackling with dark energy. Y/N's Spider-Sense tingled, and he swiftly dodged the attack, narrowly avoiding the deadly blade. "Is that the best you've got?" Y/N taunted, his agility on full display as he somersaulted out of Li's reach.

Li's eyes glowed with malevolence as he channeled his negative energy into the dagger once more, launching a powerful blast toward Y/N. Spider-Man reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, webbing the blast mid-air and redirecting it back at Li, who deftly dodged his own attack.

"You think these webs can stop me?" Li sneered, deflecting the webs with his charged dagger. He retaliated, sending bolts of negative energy toward Spider-Man.

Y/N somersaulted out of the way, narrowly missing the blasts. "Well, that is kind of the point."

Mr. Negative's eyes glinted with malice. "You're just a naive kid, Spider-Man. You can't comprehend the complexities of the world," he sneered, launching a barrage of negative energy projectiles.

"You've underestimated me, Li. I've faced villains much scarier than you before breakfast," Spider-Man taunted, his voice dripping with confidence, though masked behind the resilient exterior of his costume.

Mr. Negative's lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "Your bravado won't save you, Spider. My powers are beyond your comprehension," he retorted.

"Then how about you shut up and fight me then." Y/N replied aggressively, not wanting to play nice with Li.

Spider-Man, relying on his acrobatics, cartwheeled out of the way, narrowly evading the energy blasts. He shot more webs, attempting to ensnare his foe, but Mr. Negative danced around the sticky traps with astonishing finesse.

"You know, they say negativity isn't good for your health." Y/N quipped, trying to throw Li off focus. "Maybe you should try yoga instead!"

Li's retort was a blast of negative energy, crackling through the air. Spider-Man's reflexes kicked in, allowing him to evade the attack, but the force of it sent him crashing into a stack of crates. Undeterred, he sprang back into action, his determination unwavering.

"Careful, old man, you might strain something. Wouldn't want you to pull a muscle," he teased, his voice strained but defiant.

Li, growing increasingly enraged, lunged at Spider-Man with renewed ferocity. Spider-Man narrowly avoided the attack, somersaulting away with a grunt of pain.

"Damn, that's painful." Y/N grunted, jumping back into the fight.

Li's lips curled into a twisted smile, his confidence unwavering. "You could have been so much more, Spider-Man. Join me, and together we could rule this city. Imagine the power we'd have," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Spider-Man landed gracefully, his mask hiding the wince of pain as he retorted, "I've always been more of a solo act."

As the fight continued, Spider-Man's resilience began to wear Mr. Negative down. Li's movements became sluggish, his attacks losing their precision. With a final, well-placed punch, Spider-Man knocked the dagger out of Li's hand, sending it clattering across the room.

"Looks like you dropped something. Don't worry, I'll make sure the police keep it safe for you," Spider-Man teased, his confidence growing.

His anger flared, Spider-Man landed a series of aggressive punches on Li's face, silently cursing him for hurting his mother.

The blows were fueled by a mix of rage and justice, a punishment for all the pain Mr. Negative had caused.

"You hurt my mother," Spider-Man seethed, his voice quiet but filled with anger, his punches carrying the weight of his emotions.

Just as he was about to deliver another blow, the sound of approaching sirens filled the room. Spider-Man hesitated, his sense of responsibility pulling him in two directions. He knew he should stay, to ensure that justice was served, even if it meant facing the consequences of his actions.

However, his momentary pause gave Yuri Watanabe, the tough-as-nails detective, the opportunity she was waiting for. In a swift and unexpected move, Yuri ordered one of her officers to taze Spider-Man, causing him to convulse in pain and collapse to the ground.

As Spider-Man struggled to regain his senses, Yuri moved in to handcuff him. Her expression was stern, her eyes betraying no sympathy. "You never learn, do you, Spider-Man?" she muttered, shaking her head.

Before Yuri could complete the arrest, a shadowy figure appeared in front of her, causing her to halt in her tracks. It was Prowler, the mysterious antihero who had crossed paths with Spider-Man before. Beside him stood Black Cat, a sly grin on her face.

Yuri scowled at Black Cat, recognizing her from past encounters. "You again. Are you the one who helped this murderer escape?" she demanded, her tone accusatory.

Black Cat shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. What's it to you?" she replied, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Yuri's anger flared. "We had a deal, Prowler. You helped us catch Spider-Man the first time, and I looked the other way when it came to your activities," she said, her voice dripping with irritation.

Prowler crossed his arms, his expression unwavering. "You know the thing about deals Captain," he replied with a smug grin. "You can always back off on them."

Yuri's frustration was evident as she stared at Spider-Man, now struggling to his feet. "This kid needs to be behind bars, Prowler. He's a menace to the city," she argued, her tone resolute.

Prowler stepped forward, his voice firm. "You don't want to arrest him, Yuri. Trust me," he warned.

Black Cat chimed in, her voice laced with mischief. "And if you try to, well, let's just say you'll be taking an unplanned nap," she threatened, cracking her knuckles.

Amidst the tension, the state commissioner, a stern-looking man in his late fifties, arrived at the scene, flanked by a contingent of police officers. Yuri, her face red with anger, stepped forward, her voice sharp with accusation. "Commissioner, we've got Spider-Man here, caught red-handed. Cat and Prowler helped him escape, threatened me too."

The commissioner's gaze shifted from Yuri to Spider-Man, who was now standing under the dim glow of a flickering light. He studied the masked vigilante for a moment before turning his attention back to the spot where Mr. Negative had been webbed. It was empty; Li had managed to escape during the chaos.

"You've let the suspect escape, Captain Watanabe?" the commissioner's voice was stern, his disappointment evident. He then turned his attention to Spider-Man. "And what do we have here? Another one of your messes, Spider-Man?"

Spider-Man, his mask concealing his emotions, stood tall. "I did my best to stop Li. I couldn't control what happened after," he defended, his voice steady.

Yuri, undeterred, retorted, "This kid is responsible for all the chaos here. He's a menace, Commissioner, a danger to this city."

The commissioner raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Yuri's accusations. "Captain Watanabe, your personal vendetta against this kid has clouded your judgment. You can't prove any of the things you claim. The incident with George Stacy? Unless this masked teenager suddenly gained the skills to make pumpkin bombs, I suggest you stop chasing ghosts and focus on real threats."

Yuri sputtered, her anger boiling over. "But he—"

The commissioner cut her off, his tone firm. "I may not always agree with Spider-Man's methods, but he's the best hope this city has right now, especially with the escalating threats we're facing. George saw something in him, something worth believing in."

Yuri's face contorted with frustration, but she fell silent, unable to argue further. The commissioner turned his attention back to Spider-Man, his expression serious. "You've got a lot to prove, kid. Make sure you're up for the challenge, because the city needs you now more than ever."

With that, the commissioner signaled for his officers to retreat, leaving Spider-Man standing there, a mix of relief and determination in his eyes. The night had been chaotic, but amidst the chaos, he found a glimmer of hope.

Not everyone thought he was a menace.

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The night had settled into a heavy silence as Y/N carefully slipped back into his house, the moon casting a soft glow through the windows. He moved with practiced ease.

He landed gently on his bedroom floor, peeled off his suit, stashed it away, and changed into his regular clothes, trying to fake sleep so his Mom didn't get worried. She had already been through enough tonight.

Just as he was about to settle into his bed, the creak of the front door downstairs alerted him. His heart skipped a beat, realizing his mother, Jessica, had returned. He feigned sleep, waiting silently, listening to her footsteps on the stairs.

His mother's voice was shaky as she whispered, "Y/N?"

Pretending to stir awake, Y/N rubbed his eyes and sat up, feigning grogginess. "Mom? What time is it?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

Jessica rushed into his room, her eyes swollen and red from crying. She fell into his arms, her grip tight and desperate. "Oh, Y/N, Martin... he's not the man I thought he was. He's a monster, a criminal. He took me hostage, hurt me," she choked on her words, her voice breaking.

Y/N's heart ached as he held his mother, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "I won't let him hurt you again, Mom. I promise," he said, his voice firm.

She pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes with a mixture of relief and worry. Her gaze fell upon the sneakers strewn across the floor – the same ones she had seen Spider-Man wear in Chinatown. A fleeting suspicion crossed her mind, but she dismissed it. It couldn't be, she told herself.

"I believe you, Y/N. I know you'll protect me," Jessica replied, her voice trembling. She held onto her son, finding solace in his presence, unaware of the secret he was hiding, the truth he couldn't reveal.

Not yet at least.

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Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin, paced back and forth, his mind a whirlwind of schemes and strategies. He was preparing for his upcoming mayoral campaign, a facade of legitimacy to conceal the dark underbelly of his empire. His sharp mind was always at work, both in politics and crime, his ambition seemingly boundless.

Meanwhile, the city was plagued by chaos. Scorpia, a relentless enforcer with a penchant for destruction, and Hobgoblin, a maniacal figure terrorizing the streets, were wreaking havoc under Fisk's orders. The city trembled under the weight of their crimes, unaware of the puppet master orchestrating it all.

Fisk's frustration grew as he learned that Spider-Man, his constant thorn in the side, remained elusive. His connections whispered about the masked vigilante's recent activities, mentioning an alliance with two familiar faces: Black Cat and Prowler.

In his opulent office, Fisk clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Spider-Man thinks he can hide behind his mask forever. He's a nuisance that needs to be dealt with," he declared, his voice low and menacing.

His right-hand woman, Vanessa, watched him carefully, her eyes reflecting her concern. "Wilson, you need to focus on your campaign. Let your subordinates handle Spider-Man," she suggested, her tone gentle.

Fisk, however, was not one to back down. "No, Vanessa. Spider-Man has become a symbol of defiance against my empire. I won't rest until he's crushed, along with anyone who dares to stand with him," he replied, his resolve unwavering.

As he plotted his next move, Fisk's mind churned with schemes to bring down Spider-Man.

The teenager posed a significant threat to his plans, and he couldn't afford to underestimate him.

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Hobie walked along the dimly lit street, his mind heavy with grief and anger. He was still thinking about his wife, Mindy. The weight of her murder hung like a dark cloud over his every step, intensifying his fury. It was like he was a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

A sleek black car pulled up next to him, and the window rolled down, revealing the imposing figure of Kingpin himself. Hobie's eyes narrowed with distrust as he leaned down to listen to Fisk's words.

Mr. Brown," Fisk began, his voice smooth and deliberate. "I hear you've been associating with certain... individuals," he said, his tone insinuating much more than his words revealed.

Hobie's temper flared, his fists clenching. "Yeah, well, what's it to you, Fisk?" he asked, his voice tinged with bitterness.

Fisk leaned back in his car seat, his smug expression never wavering. "Ah, yes. The tragic loss of your dear Mindy," he mused, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Hobie's anger boiled over, and he couldn't contain his rage any longer. "You sick son of a bitch! You killed her!" he shouted, his voice echoing with pain and fury.

Fisk's smirk remained, unyielding. "Ah, Mindy. She was quite the unfortunate casualty. But you see, it taught you a valuable lesson about loyalty, didn't it?" Fisk's tone was cold, devoid of remorse.

Hobie's fists clenched at his sides, his anger boiling over. "You heartless bastard. You think you can just take away everything from me and walk away unscathed?" he growled, his voice filled with venom.

Fisk's tone turned icy as he leaned closer. "I didn't bring you here to discuss our issues, Prowler. I'm aware you've been associating yourself with Spider-Man. It's a dangerous game you're playing," he warned, his words carrying a menacing undertone.

Hobie's eyes burned with defiance. "I'll work with whoever I damn well please." he declared, his voice firm.

Fisk's expression hardened. "You were a valuable asset, Prowler. I'd hate to see our past relationship crumble like this. But make no mistake, if you continue down this path, there will be severe consequences."

Hobie met Fisk's cold gaze with unwavering determination. "Go to hell, Fisk" he spat back, "you can't tell me what to do, ever again."

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The television flickered to life, casting a blue glow across Y/N and Jessica's faces. Wilson Fisk, appeared on the screen, confidently addressing the city as he announced his campaign for the Mayor of New York City. Y/N's eyes narrowed as he watched, recognizing the calculated facade Fisk wore, the same mask of respectability that hid his nefarious activities.

Fisk's voice filled the room, detailing his plans to eradicate vigilantism, Spider-Man included, from the city. He raised the accusations of George Stacy's death once more, attempting to cement the public's distrust for the masked hero.

"And let me assure you all, New York deserves a mayor who will rid the city of vigilantism, including the menace known as Spider-Man, who is undoubtedly responsible for the death of George Stacy," Fisk's voice boomed through the TV speakers.

Jessica clenched her fists, her eyes narrowing in defiance. "I don't buy a word of it," she muttered under her breath. "Spider-Man saved my life just a few weeks ago. Fisk has always been slimy."

"I concur, Mom." Y/N nodded, slipping into his room for a brief moment.

He picked up the mask, staring at it with a mixture of determination and frustration. The city was turning against him, and he needed to uncover Fisk's schemes to clear his name.

But he was determined. Determined to expose Fisk for the corrupt man he was, determined to clear his name, and determined to lot the city crumble.

But first, he needed to find evidence. Evidence that would expose Fisk for the man he was. A supposed respected businessman who has a shady history.

He grabbed his Spider-Man suit, the P/C and S/C fabric feeling familiar against his fingertips. As he prepared to leave, a sketch fell off his desk. It was a drawing of faces, faces from another dimension—Miles, Peter, Anya, and others. But the one that caught his eye, the one that tugged at his heart, was Gwen's.

He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the connection he felt with her, one that transcended dimensions.

He missed her and the others, missed the shared burden of a double life.

The only people who truly got this whole superhero gig.

But especially her.

He descended from his bedroom, mask concealed beneath his arm. "I'm heading to bed, Mom," he called out to Jessica, not revealing his true intentions.

Swinging out the bedroom window, Spider-Man left behind the safety of his home, embarking on a mission to uncover the truth behind Fisk's campaign and put an end to the web of deceit the Kingpin had woven.

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As Y/N swung through the night, his instincts had always told him that Wilson Fisk, the enigmatic Kingpin, was hiding something colossal beneath his polished exterior.

The way Fisk operated, his connections, and the way he turned a blind eye to certain criminal activities in New York City – it all screamed corruption.

With stealth and precision, Spider-Man infiltrated Fisk Tower, his spider-sense tingling with anticipation. The building, a testament to Fisk's wealth and power, loomed over the city like a monolith of arrogance. Spider-Man moved silently, his every movement calculated to avoid detection.

He deftly incapacitated a few of Fisk's bodyguards, striking them down with his stingers, the venomous claws delivering a precise and silent knockout blow.

"Have a nice nap." Y/N quipped, webbing up the large men to a wall. He left them there as he continued his search.

As he continued his exploration, Spider-Man's eyes fell on a heavily fortified room, the epicenter of Fisk's operations.

It was a nerve center of computers and servers, a digital fortress that housed the darkest secrets of the Kingpin's empire. Without hesitation, he set to work, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he hacked into the computer systems.

Minutes stretched into hours as he bypassed layers of security protocols, his eyes scanning lines of code with unwavering focus.

"Come on," he muttered under his breath as he navigated through layers of security. He was frustrated but determined.

Then, like a treasure hidden in plain sight, he found it—a heavily encrypted file buried beneath layers of firewalls.

Documents, photos, and encrypted files revealed the extent of Fisk's criminal activities. There were records of money laundering, drug trafficking, and evidence tying Fisk to the Maggia, the notorious criminal syndicate that had plagued the city for years.

Financial transactions, coded messages, and photographs - all pointed to Fisk's leadership in orchestrating the city's crime wave.

A mixture of shock and anger coursed through Spider-Man. The evidence before him painted a damning picture of Fisk's criminal empire. He couldn't believe the extent of Fisk's malevolence, the depth of his involvement in New York City's underworld. It was far worse than he had ever imagined.

But there it was, the proof he needed to expose Fisk's true nature.

Problem was, how was he going to prove this?

As he combed through the files, Y/N stumbled upon documents that shed light on a dark chapter from Fisk's past. It was a chapter that involved his own father, Jacob. Y/N had always known that Jacob and Fisk had worked together for many years at Fisk Industries, but the circumstances surrounding Jacob's abrupt departure had remained shrouded in mystery.

The secret files revealed the truth. Jacob had discovered Fisk's true nature, the depths of his criminal activities, and had chosen to leave his employment.

Fisk hadn't taken kindly to Jacob's decision. Threats were made against Jacob's wife and son—Y/N himself—coercing him into silence.

Fisk had relented, but the files revealed a sinister twist. The crime lord had planned to eliminate Jacob, to erase any possibility of exposure.

A chilling note detailed Fisk's cold calculation, his intention to send Jessica, Jacob's widow, a significant severance package as hush money, a sinister attempt to buy her loyalty and silence her suspicions.

But the most haunting revelation came in the form of a report—Jacob had already been murdered, his life snuffed out by two anonymous muggers.

Spider-Man's fists clenched in rage, his heart heavy with grief and anger.

He remembered that night, the night he had failed to stop those muggers, the night he had unwittingly allowed the demise of his own father. The guilt weighed him down like a ton of bricks, his mind flooded with regret.

However, he continued to dove further into the depths of the digital archives, he stumbled upon files detailing Jacob L/N's groundbreaking research on an alien Symbiote life form discovered in a remote rainforest in Malaysia. It was then brought it to New York for study, believing it to be a potential medical breakthrough.

Jacob, ever the brilliant scientist, had dedicated years to understanding the Symbiote's intricacies. At first, it seemed like a miracle—a life form capable of curing diseases and healing wounds. The possibilities for medical advancements were boundless, and Jacob's excitement knew no bounds.

However, as his research delved deeper, Jacob made a shocking discovery. The Symbiote was not a mere biological marvel; it was an alien entity from a distant planet, a single organism that needed a host to survive. Its very nature was symbiotic, intertwining with a living being, merging its essence with that of its host.

As Y/N read through the files, he felt a chill crawl down his spine. The implications of Jacob's research were staggering. The Symbiote was not just a scientific curiosity; it was a living alien presence capable of bonding with humans.

His mind raced with questions. How had his father stumbled upon this otherworldly life form? What was Fisk's involvement in all of this? And most importantly, what could happen if one was bonded to said Symbiote?

It was all very interesting, scary, yet interesting. The power one could have from that could either help the world, or make it burn.

With a sense of urgency, Spider-Man meticulously attached the files to an anonymous email, his fingers flying over the keyboard. The click of the mouse echoed in the room as he sent the damning evidence to the Daily Bugle. His eyes remained glued to the screen, waiting for the confirmation that the files had been received. Just as the confirmation pinged in his inbox, his spider-sense tingled, a warning that danger was approaching.

Before he could react, a slab of poison hurtled toward him. In a flash, Spider-Man dodged the attack, the venomous substance hissing as it splattered against the wall. Scorpia, her eyes wild with madness, stood in the doorway, her tail poised for another strike.

Spider-Man quipped, his tone laced with sarcasm, "Oh, Scorpia, you really know how to make an entrance. Did you bring snacks, or are you just here to wreck the place?"

Scorpia's laughter reverberated through the room. "Wrecking the place is just the beginning, Spider," she hissed, her tail flicking menacingly.

Their battle began in earnest, the room transforming into a battlefield. Spider-Man's agility and quick thinking were pitted against Scorpia's raw strength and deadly tail. Amidst the chaos, their banter continued.

Spider-Man dodged a strike and retorted, "You know, most people say 'hi' when they walk into a room. But I guess a tail to the face works too."

Scorpia snarled, her eyes glinting with malice. "I've had enough of your jokes, Spider. It's time for you to pay for meddling in Fisk's affairs."

Spider-Man's quips were his way of maintaining focus, channeling his nervous energy into humor. With each dodge and counter, he aimed to protect the computer that held the evidence, ensuring it reached the Bugle. He parried Scorpia's blows, his movements graceful yet purposeful.

"You're not the first to try and take me down," Spider-Man taunted, his eyes locked onto his opponent. "Spoiler alert: none of them succeeded."

Scorpia lunged, her tail slicing through the air. Spider-Man somersaulted out of harm's way, landing gracefully on the edge of the desk. "You really need to work on your aim. Maybe take up crocheting instead," he suggested, a playful smirk hidden behind his mask.

The battle intensified, the room filled with the clash of blows and the crackle of webs. Spider-Man's quips didn't just serve as distractions; they were a testament to his resilience, a reminder to himself that he could face any challenge with courage and humor.

Finally, after a prolonged exchange of blows, Spider-Man saw an opening. With a swift move, he incapacitated Scorpia, ensuring she couldn't interfere further. With a triumphant grin, he sent the evidence-laden email to the Bugle, knowing that the truth about Fisk's dark empire was on its way to being exposed.

The evidence was out there, and the city would soon learn the depth of Fisk's corruption. Spider-Man's resolve strengthened, his determination unyielding.

This was far from over, but he knew that with each piece of evidence revealed, the city was one step closer to being free from Fisk's malevolent grip.

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In the days that followed the exposure of Fisk's crimes, New York City found itself in a state of uneasy calm. The revelation had sent shockwaves throughout the city, exposing the extent of corruption that had festered under Fisk's rule. The Daily Bugle's headlines screamed the truth, but the wheels of justice turned slowly, even in the wake of such damning evidence.

Despite Spider-Man's relentless efforts to curb the rising crime rates, the city seemed to be drowning in a tide of lawlessness. Criminals, emboldened by the chaos, ran rampant through the streets, taking advantage of the power vacuum left in the wake of Fisk's fall. The city's citizens, once hopeful for a brighter future, now lived in fear, their faith in justice shaken to its core.

Yuri Watanabe, the tenacious police captain, found herself torn between her vendetta against Spider-Man and the pressing need to maintain order in the city.

Mr. Negative's escape from custody only tightened the leash around her, forcing her to focus on capturing the escaped criminal before he could plunge the city into further darkness. Her frustration grew as she watched Spider-Man swinging through the city, fighting crime while being constantly at odds with the police force.

Inside the Daily Bugle offices, reporters worked tirelessly to expose every dark secret lurking in the city's shadows. Yet, despite the headlines and exposés, the wheels of justice remained slow to turn. Fisk's vast criminal empire had left its mark on every corner of the city, making it a daunting task for law enforcement to dismantle.

Spider-Man, too, felt the weight of the city's despair. Each night, he swung between skyscrapers, his eyes scanning the streets for any signs of trouble. The city he loved was in peril, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was fighting an uphill battle, one that seemed increasingly insurmountable.

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In his room, Y/N had his headphones in, sketching away, trying to find solace in the rhythmic strokes of his pencil. The house felt heavy with tension, the aftermath of Fisk's downfall still lingering in the air. Meanwhile, Jessica attended to household matters, unaware of the storm brewing at the doorstep.

A sharp knock echoed through the house, causing Jessica to glance toward the front door. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw Martin Li standing there, a shadow of his former self, his face marred with exhaustion and regret.

She almost slammed the door shut, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface. "What do you want, Li?" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.

Li held the door back, his eyes pleading for understanding. "Please, Jessica, we need to talk," he said, his voice laced with desperation.

Talk? Jessica seethed. After all the lies and the danger he had put her through? "Talk? Talk won't change what you've done," she retorted, her tone cutting through the air like a blade.

As their argument escalated, Y/N, sensing the intensity of the situation, removed his headphones and stormed out of his room. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his eyes flickering between his mother and the disheveled Martin Li.

Martin, his voice cracking with remorse, tried to explain, "I didn't want any of this to happen. It's... it's my other personality. It takes over, makes me do things I regret."

Y/N's anger flared, his protective instincts kicking in. "Save the sob story. You don't get to treat my mom like this," he snapped, stepping between them. "Nobody talks to her like that."

Martin, his frustration growing, pushed Y/N aside, his voice sharp. "This doesn't concern you, kid. Let the adults talk."

Y/N's eyes blazed with defiance. "You lost the right to call yourself an adult when you endangered my mom's life. Now get out."

Jessica, her voice steady, interjected before Martin could retort. "What do you want, Li? Why are you here?"

Li's expression softened momentarily. "I've decided to give ownership of F.E.A.S.T to May. I'd like it if you continued volunteering."

Jessica's silence spoke volumes. Y/N, however, wasn't one to back down. "We don't need your charity. We certainly don't need you."

Li's mask of calm cracked, his anger boiling over. "You have no idea what I've been through!"

Y/N's voice turned icy. "And we don't care. Now leave before I make you leave."

Li reluctantly left, giving Y/N a heated glare as he opened his mouth to speak once more.

Y/N, his eyes narrowed, cut him off. "Fuck off, Li," he spat, slamming the door shut and locking it. In that moment, he felt a surge of protectiveness for his mother, a determination to shield her from any harm that might come their way.

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In the dim glow of his room, Y/N sat hunched over his sketch pad, his hands moving deftly, translating his emotions into art. The faces of those he missed the most came to life under his skilled fingers – Miles, Anya, Peter, Ham, and the others, along with his dad Jacob and Gwen. They were the ones who understood the complexities of leading a double life.

As he finished his sketch, he felt a sense of connection, as if their presence was right there with him.

The tranquility was shattered by a crackling voice from the police radio, pulling Y/N back to the grim reality outside his window. "All units, level 4. Location: Fisk Tower."

His heart skipped a beat. The police had finally decided to confront Fisk. How the information had leaked, he had no idea, but this was the opportunity he had been waiting for. The moment to bring down the man who had held the city in a vice grip for far too long.

Y/N's room blurred into a streak of colors as he donned his suit, the familiar fabric settling against his skin. Without hesitation, he leaped out of his window, the wind rushing past him as he swung toward Fisk Tower. But he wasn't alone in this fight.

Mid-swing, he was joined by Black Cat, her agile form leaping from rooftop to rooftop, and Prowler, his motorcycle roaring beneath him. The trio moved in unison, determined to confront the heart of the city's darkness.

It was finally time to end this.