Ch.29 Resurrect, My Dear Spider-Man

Main World.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Laboratory.

Bruce Banner stared at the pile of charred remains and strange metal chunks that Coulson had brought, his face instantly turning sour.

"Coulson, it's 11 p.m., way past my working hours," the ever-polite Banner sighed.

Coulson remained stoic, saying, "Dr. Banner, this is by the Director's orders."

"You can't keep exploiting me like this—I have my own experiments to conduct," Banner scratched his head, feeling conflicted.

Before Coulson could respond, Natasha stepped forward with a smile. "Dr. Banner, this is important. Help us out, and I'll have a good talk with Nick about additional funding for your gamma ray experiments."

Hearing the promise of more funding, Bruce Banner forced a reluctant smile.

"Alright, Natasha, but only because it's you. Don't make a habit of this."

"I promise," Natasha said sincerely.

Banner nodded and gestured at the charred remains and metal chunks on the table. "What's the story here?" he asked.

Natasha explained, "This is Spider-Man's body. We barely managed to recover it."

"Spider-Man?" Banner scratched his chin, remembering. "He's that super-powered kid who's been pretty popular recently. He's dead?"

"Yes, last week. He was killed by a missile," Natasha said.

"A missile?" Banner looked doubtful. "If it was a missile, there shouldn't be anything left of the body."

"And using an expensive missile to kill a bug? That's just absurd," he added with a puzzled expression.

Natasha rubbed her temples. "Yes, we thought it was absurd too, but if you knew who the suspect was, it would all make sense."

"Who?" Banner asked, intrigued.

"Stark Industries," Coulson replied, his face as impassive as ever.

He continued, "We traced the missile used to blow up that area—it was an MI1 missile manufactured by Stark Industries. If Tony Stark was involved, the cost of one missile wouldn't matter to him."

Banner stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Does Tony Stark have a grudge against Spider-Man?"

"No records show they had any connection," Coulson shook his head.

"I saw Tony recently, and he didn't strike me as that kind of person. Maybe Spider-Man wandered into an area during a weapons test and got caught in the blast by mistake," Banner theorized.

"That area was near a residential zone—weapon testing isn't allowed there. Plus, it's suspicious that Spider-Man just happened to be killed by the explosion," Natasha said.

"That's why we suspect the missile strike was targeted at Spider-Man, but we're not sure if Tony Stark is the culprit," Coulson added.

Seeing that the two hadn't uncovered more clues, Banner didn't want to waste any more time.

"Alright, that's your investigation. What's my task?" he asked.

Natasha smiled, "Dr. Banner, your task is to extract Spider-Man's DNA from this charred mess."

"Oh my God, you're not joking, right? Extract DNA from this?" Banner looked exasperated.

"I know it seems impossible, but maybe you can find something else," Natasha gestured at the metal chunks on the table.

Banner sighed and nodded. "What are these metal pieces?" he asked.

"That's Spider-Man's metal suit—it melted into chunks from the heat. It's how we confirmed that this pile of ash is indeed Spider-Man."

"I don't get why you guys are so interested in this junk," Banner muttered to himself as he picked up a piece of charred remains with tweezers and placed it into the machine.

"Due to the prolonged high temperature and destruction, the DNA has likely denatured. There's no way I—wait, no, there's intact cells. How is this possible?" Banner's voice rose in disbelief as he continued his examination.

"My God! The cells are rapidly self-replicating, even more active than normal cells. No, this tissue is regenerating—it's alive.

"This is impossible. How is this happening? This defies biology!" Banner gasped and stumbled backward, collapsing onto the floor, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Natasha and Coulson, standing nearby, looked equally shocked.

Before their eyes, the charred remains started writhing, sprouting flesh and muscle. The chunks of melted metal began to "melt" again at a rapid speed.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, the tissue rapidly grew, like a living organism, forming bones, nerves, and flesh.

As the nanometal crawled over the growing body, a red and blue figure stood up and stretched.

"Hey~ Good evening, everyone!" Charlie greeted the stunned onlookers after his resurrection, then leaped toward the door.

Boom!

With a single punch, Charlie shattered the reinforced glass of the laboratory and dashed through the corridors.

"Of course, I'm resurrected at S.H.I.E.L.D.—just great," Charlie muttered.

"Beep beep beep—"

"Alert! Alert!"

Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the building. Natasha and Coulson quickly snapped out of their daze and ran after him.

"Nick, we have a problem—Spider-Man escaped!" Natasha urgently reported to Nick Fury.

In his office, Nick Fury frowned. "Spider-Man is dead. What are you talking about?"

"No, he's not. He's alive—he was just resurrected."

"What?" Fury blinked, momentarily confused.

The next moment, the sound of gunfire erupted outside his office. Fury's face darkened, and he rushed out to investigate.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the hallway, under heavy fire from S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, a red-and-blue figure dodged and flipped with agile moves, performing spectacular stunts. However, his nanometal suit still sparked with hits from the bullets.

Clearly, Charlie wasn't dodging all the shots.

But looking cool was enough.

In the blink of an eye, he flicked his wrist, sending out a torrent of webs from his web-shooters.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

In an instant, the agents in front were enveloped in thick webs. With a powerful pull, Charlie yanked them forward, causing the agents to fall flat on their faces.

"My teeth..."

"Damn, he's strong."

"There are like ten of us, and he just..."

"How does he have this much web fluid?"

Under the bewildered gazes of the agents, Charlie dusted off his hands, then turned and crashed through a floor-to-ceiling window, leaping out of the high-rise.

Whoosh—

The wind howled as it rushed into the building. Standing in the cold wind, Nick Fury watched as Spider-Man disappeared into the neon-lit city.

Narrowing his eyes, Fury remained deep in thought.

Natasha arrived moments later, surveying the scene with growing concern.

"I've never seen him use that move before, and his strength seems even greater," she remarked.

Fury turned to her. "Whatever the case, we need to find out how he came back to life. Get Harry involved—this will be his first mission with us."

"Understood."

——

Meanwhile, Charlie swung through the bustling city streets.

"Look, it's Spider-Man!"

"He hasn't been seen in ages!"

Amidst the excited cries of passersby, Charlie landed gracefully on a rooftop.

Leaning against a bright billboard, he clenched his fist, feeling the power surging through his body.

After eleven resurrection matches, he had accumulated 2.2 tons of strength in bits and pieces.

Adding the 10 tons of strength from winning the resurrection match, and his original 12 tons.

That brought him to a total of 24.2 tons!

That was the standard strength level of a regular Spider-Man.

The real surprise, though, was his new nano suit—the Venom upgraded version, which suited him perfectly.