Chapter 23

A/N: I felt bad due to last chapter being boring so here's another one

Ps. I tried using chatgpt. Horrible decision. Of you see some really complex words in there then it was all it, I tried to fix it...

Enjoy 🥰😘

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[Third Person's PoV]

Peter stood atop the rooftop, surveying the large base of the Crimson Ogres' hideout. He rubbed his chin as he pondered his approach. "Sneak in or confront them directly?" he muttered to himself, his mind thinking of the pros and cons between caution and directness.

On one hand if he sneaks in he has to bother with continuously trying to be careful and not be detected. It would also take a while for him to find and immobilize everyone, who knows if Gwen would be needing his help by then.

"But if I storm in, they'll all come to me, making it easier to neutralize them swiftly," Peter reasoned.

His decision took shape in his mind—straight through the front door. "Making an entrance might just throw them off balance," he mused, mentally preparing himself for a frontal confrontation.

With his mind made up and making his decision he crystallized his plan "Time to shake things up," he murmured, leaping effortlessly off the building's edge, letting gravity guide him downwards.

As he landed with a graceful thud near the entrance, his gaze fixed on the door before him. Without hesitation, Peter swung his leg, delivering a forceful kick that sent the door crashing open.

Inside, a curious sight greeted him—a room filled with figures sporting green ogre masks. Peter couldn't help but quip in his trademark Spidey style, hoping to break the tension with humor.

"Looks like I stumbled into the Shrek fan club meeting! Need help finding your swamp?" His words hung in the air, momentarily silencing the room.

The assembled figures stiffened, their surprise evident. Before Peter could continue, a voice pierced through the tension. "Who's this clown? Get outta here before things turn ugly. You have no idea who you're messing with"

As if on cue, a gunshot echoed through the room, the bullet grazing the floor near Peter's feet. He raised an eyebrow, unshaken, attempting to diffuse the situation with a light-hearted retort. "Whoa, whoa, fellas! Just here to chat—maybe discuss the benefits of a wardrobe change."

Ignoring Peter's horrible humor, one of the figures, armed and menacing, stepped forward. "Last chance, buddy. Leave or face the consequences."

Peter's Spidey-Sense tingled, warning him of impending danger. In a fraction of a second, he leaped aside as another shot whizzed past him, shattering a nearby window.

"Enough with the theatrics! Let's dance!" quipped Peter, his reflexes kicking into high gear. His agile movements allowed him to dodge most bullets, but a few managed to graze him, a reminder of the danger surrounding him.

Due to the amount of bullets, some landed on him but didn't fully penetrate his suit. Luckily Peter made his suit with bullet resistance material, but he still needed to be careful. Just cause his suit was bullet resistant, didn't mean it had immunity to it.

Swift and acrobatic, Peter disarmed a couple of the goons, their weapons clattering to the ground. His combat skills were on full display as he countered their attacks while evading their punches and kicks.

Due to being surrounded, some were lucky to be able to get a hit or two on him. Peter maneuvered his way between the goons dodging and weaving between the bullets and fist.

Despite their determined efforts, the goons found it challenging to match Peter's agility and precision. As the room turned into a whirlwind of fists and kicks.

Peter would use his webs to stick some of the guys to the wall making them incapable of movement. Peter would pick the guns that were dropped with his web and swing it towards the faces of many different goons knocking some of them out and injuring another some.

Peter didn't stop moving, he kicked a guy in the chest sending him flying and crashing into another goon causing them to fall to the floor. Peter would web them up to secure their position and keep them out of the fight.

"God damn it! Just who are you, you mother fucker, why are you attacking our base"

Peter smirked "you know, I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-man" he said as he webbed the guy in the face and brought it down to his knee making him lose consciousness.

When he went towards his next opponent, a bullet unexpectedly went and shot him right on his shoulder

"Gah! Fuck!" Peter said, 'Damn it the suit could only take so much abuse before it gets damaged.'

"He's injured, quick start attacking him, we should he able to kill him then. Hahahahaha this is what you get for messing with the Crimson Ogres" said the Goon that shot Peter.

The goons became even more aggressive in their assault making it harder for Peter. But the pain of the bullets wasn't enough to stop him. He continued fighting them.

Little by little the numbers of the goons started dwindling down causing the goons to become fearful of Spider-man.

Peter stood infront of the rest of the goons in a fighting position as blood dripped down from his shoulders. While panting from all the fighting he has been doing Peter says "As a great man once said, I could do this all day"

Which caused the goons to take a step back in fear and apprehension. They tighten their grips on their weapons and aimed it at Peter, scared of what he was going to do next.

Peter took a deep breath to controll his breathing and shot himself forward towards them. Skillfully dodging the bullets with his Spidey-Sense, one by one all the goons were brought down and taken care of.

Peter shot his web to the last member on the goons on the floor finishing his scrimmage with them.

While breathing heavily Peter thought 'And now for the boss fight.'

Peter while using his webs wrapped up his injury to prevent further blood loss. When he finished, Peter started gathering everyone up and webbing them in place to prevent them from escaping.

Peter then looked around the building looking for any signs of Henricks. When he went through the largest door in the entire base, he made it towards an empty office.

When Peter realized there really wasn't nobody there he sighed "Just great this was all a decoy"

With a sighed Peter tapped the side of his forehead and said "Arnny call the cops and tell them to come and pick them up"

"Yes Father" said Arnny.

When Peter was about to leave warning signs flashed through his HUD in his masked "Warning! Warning! Ms. Stacy is in critical condition. I repeat Ms. Stacy is in critical conditions." Arnny said as she showed Peter a map of her known location

Peter's eyes widen in shock, the sound of crackling was heard as the floor cracked, Peter shot himself forward and jumped through the window, exiting the base.

Peter started swinging in a fast speed towards Gwen, he would jumped ontop of rooftops and give himself a jump boost picking up the speed.

Peter couldn't hear anything else except the thumping of his own heart as he did everything he could to pick up speed....

What Peter didn't notice due to his high emotional stress was the streak of blue lightning he made along the way as he made his way towards Gwen... and at the speed at which he made his way towards Gwen's destination.