Marvel's Black Arachnid: Rio Morales Revenge

"Mom, are you sure this is a good idea?" Miles questioned, his eyes darting between the packed moving boxes and the worn-out welcome mat of their new apartment in East Harlem.

"Positive, mi vida," Rio replied, her voice filled with a determination that seemed to echo through the empty corridor. "This is where your abuela lived. It's our home now, and we're going to make it great again."

The apartment was a far cry from the sleek, modern spaces they'd seen in the glossy real estate brochures. The peeling wallpaper and squeaky floorboards whispered tales of a past that had been buried under layers of neglect. Yet, in the heart of it all, there was a warmth that only family could bring.

Rio had her hands full with the move and her burgeoning political career. She'd decided to run for a seat on the City Council, her eyes set on holding the powerful corporation, Roxxon, accountable for their shady dealings in the neighborhood. Her passion was palpable as she spoke about the injustices that had plagued Harlem for too long. Miles couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and anxiety as he watched her fervor.

The dinner invitation for "La Nochebuena" had been extended to a few close friends, including the ever-enthusiastic Ganke Lee and the mysteriously absent Phin Mason. Rio had been eager to reconnect Miles with his old friend, despite the awkwardness that lingered in the air after their last encounter. The evening was filled with laughter and the aroma of traditional dishes that brought back memories of happier times.

The next day, the energy in the air was electric as Rio prepared for her campaign rally. The streets of Harlem hummed with the anticipation of change, and her voice grew stronger with every speech she practiced in the mirror. Little did she know, the fate of their lives was about to take a darker turn than any of them could have ever imagined.

The rally was in full swing, with a sea of faces reflecting hope and desperation for a better future. Miles, ever the supportive son, cheered from the sidelines, his heart swelling with love for his mother. But as the crowd grew denser, a shadow fell over the event. The Underground emerged from the alleyways, their eyes glinting with malicious intent. The chaos was instantaneous—screams pierced the air, and Rio's heart dropped as she saw a gang member charging towards a terrified little boy.

Without a second thought, Miles dashed into the fray, pushing the child out of harm's way. The impact sent him flying, and he collided with the concrete, unmoving. The gang member loomed over him, a crazed grin twisting his features, but before he could strike, a figure swung into view, delivering a brutal blow that sent the attacker reeling. It was Rio, her spider-like agility and venom-infused strikes leaving no room for mercy.

Ganke, horrified by the sudden turn of events, rushed to Miles' side, his voice shaking as he called for help. Rio's heart shattered as she saw the blood pooling around her son. Her rage grew with every pulse of yellow lightning that surged through her veins. The Underground retreated, but not before leaving a trail of fear and pain in their wake.

Miles was rushed to the hospital, and Rio hovered over his bedside, her eyes never leaving his pale face. The doctors did all they could, but after a few agonizing days, Miles passed away, leaving a void in her heart that nothing could fill.

The funeral was a blur of tears and somber faces. Rio felt like a specter, moving through the motions of grief without truly feeling a thing. It was only when she was alone in the apartment, surrounded by the echoes of her son's laughter, that the rage fully consumed her. Her fists smashed into the walls, leaving deep gouges, as the yellow lightning danced around her, obliterating everything in its path.

In the quiet aftermath of her rage, she found a photo that stood out among the rest—her, Jefferson, and Miles, a family unbroken by the cruel hand of fate. Her eyes narrowed, and she made a silent vow to avenge her son's death. She would become the monster the Underground feared, the protector Harlem deserved. And so, the Black Arachnid was born, a figure shrouded in darkness, driven by a fierce love for her lost son and a burning desire to bring the criminals to justice.