Chapter 140: The Dawn of Sun (8)

In the dimly lit basement of Dr. Doom and Chameleon's lair, the atmosphere crackled with tension as Maxwell Dillon strained to power up the orbit sun. With each surge of electricity, his body contorted in pain, but his determination remained unwavering.

Dr. Doom, his eyes fixed on the orbit sun, urged Maxwell on with a commanding tone. "Do it, Max!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the concrete walls.

With a determined nod, Maxwell gritted his teeth and focused all his energy on powering up the device. Each surge of electricity he channeled into it was like pushing a boulder up a steep hill. He groaned with effort, his muscles straining against the immense task before him. Despite the pain and exhaustion, he refused to give up, driven by a single purpose: to see the orbit sun charged to its full potential.

As the orbit sun buzzed with increasing energy, Dr. Doom monitored its progress with a calculating gaze. The parameters displayed on the control panel indicated that the device was nearing full charge. Chameleon, working on Maxwell's suit nearby, couldn't hide his satisfaction. His grin spoke volumes, signaling that their plan was nearing fruition.

"Finally,"Chameleon murmured, his voice dripping with anticipation, "soon my dream will be achieved."

Then as Maxwell continued to push his limits, his mind raced with conflicting emotions. The pain of his efforts was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the burning anger and resentment he felt towards Chris Hilton. Every surge of electricity seemed to fuel his fury, driving him to push harder, to channel more power into the orbit sun.

As the orbit sun reached its critical threshold, Maxwell's body trembled with the strain. Beads of sweat dripped down his brow as he fought to maintain control over the surging energy.

At last, after giving it all he had, the orbit sun was fully charged. The room lit up brightly, and the device buzzed with energy. Dr. Doom laughed loudly, sounding really evil. 

The orb looked like a mini sun, glowing brightly and sitting in a holder made of vibranium. Its surface shined with a strange light, making shadows move around the room. Even though it was small, it felt super powerful. Every now and then, it sent out waves of energy that spread through the air.

Dr. Doom approached it with a mixture of reverence and hunger in his eyes. To him, it was more than just a device—it was a tool of domination, a means to reshape the world in his image. With a gloved hand, he reached out to touch its surface, feeling the thrum of energy coursing through his veins.

Maxwell, exhausted but triumphant, took a step back, his chest heaving as he looked at the fully charged orbit sun. A mixture of relief and dread washed over him. He had accomplished what he set out to do, but at what cost? The consequences of his actions weighed heavily on his conscience, but he pushed aside his doubts, focusing instead on the praise from Dr. Doom and Chameleon.

Dr. Doom's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Maxwell's spine. "Finally, it's over. It's complete!" he declared, his voice reverberating with triumph.

Chameleon, his smirk widening, approached Maxwell, clapping him on the shoulder. "Max, you did it," he said, his tone oozing with satisfaction. "You've proven yourself to be a valuable asset to our cause."

Maxwell forced a weak smile, masking the turmoil raging within him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had crossed a line, that there was no going back from this moment. But as he looked at the gleaming orb before him, he couldn't deny the allure of power, the promise of a world where he was no longer the victim but the master of his own destiny.

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[Meanwhile Michael WIlson]

As I swung through the city, I couldn't help but think about Peter, who was stuck in school. I had convinced him to take a break and let me handle things for the day. It's part of my job as his mentor to make sure he gets some rest. So, for now, it was just me out here, keeping an eye on the streets, ready to jump into action if anything went wrong.

As I soared through the city, keeping a vigilant eye out for any signs of trouble, the familiar chorus of cheers and admiration greeted me from below.

"Oh, it's the legendary Spider-Man!"

"Spider-Man, over here!"

"Hey, where's Spider-Man Red?"

"Spiderman, you're the best!"

"I love you, Spider-Man, and your junior, Spider-Man Red!"

Their voices blended into a chorus of admiration and gratitude, echoing through the bustling streets of New York. It was a humbling reminder of why I chose to protect this city, to bring smiles to its residents, and to stand as a symbol of hope and justice.

With a chuckle, I acknowledged their enthusiasm, waving to the crowd. "Hello! Just doing my job as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," I called out, feeling a sense of fulfillment in bringing joy to the people of New York.

Amidst the cheers and happiness, I couldn't help but think about Peter. His journey as Spider-Man Red had made him famous, and I felt incredibly proud. Someday, I knew I would pass the mantle of Spider-Man to him. And seeing him get the recognition he deserved filled me with happiness. It was heartwarming to know that one day, he would take over as the city's protector. But For now, I enjoyed watching him grow and succeed in his own way.

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[Meanwhile, in the Villains' Lair]

In the dimly lit basement, Kraven, Taskmaster, and Dr. Octopus waited impatiently for orders from Dr. Doom and Chameleon. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of metal and machinery.

Kraven paced back and forth, his impatience evident. "How many more days are we going to wait?" he growled, his fists clenching in frustration.

Taskmaster, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, shrugged nonchalantly. "Beats me. I'm just here for the paycheck. But they said today's the day we take action."

Dr. Octopus, his mechanical arms twitching with eagerness, interjected, "I can't wait. I want to tear that Spider-Man Red apart!"

"Relax," Taskmaster said with a smirk. "We'll have our time, but for now, we wait."

Suddenly, Taskmaster's mcall device beeped. He glanced at Kraven and Dr. Octopus, then answered the call. "Hello? Oh, Chameleon. Is it ready?"

After a brief pause, Taskmaster nodded and ended the call. Turning to his companions, he said, "Get yourselves ready. We have something to do." A wicked grin spread across his face.

Kraven's eyes lit up with a savage gleam. "Finally, we can go all out!"

Dr. Octopus's mechanical arms flexed menacingly. "Finally, I can kill that Spider-Man Red!"

Taskmaster chuckled darkly. "Shall we run amok?"

With a collective sense of purpose, the trio prepared for the chaos they were about to unleash.

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[Meanwhile Peter side]

Harry Osborn, my best friend, and I were watching our friend Mary Jane cheerleading in the school gym. The crowd was wild, cheering loudly, and the atmosphere was electric. Despite the noise, my eyes were glued to MJ. She was radiant, and to me, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

Suddenly, Harry broke my train of thought. "Pete, hello? Pete?" he said, waving his hand in front of my face.

Quickly regaining my composure, I cleared my throat. "Uh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought for a sec."

Harry grinned knowingly. "Is that so?" He glanced over at Mary Jane and then back at me. "Or are you mesmerized by Mary Jane, huh?" He jabbed me playfully. "I knew it! You like her!"

Trying to play it cool, I stammered, "Wha-what are you talking about? MJ is just a friend."

Harry's grin widened. "Then should I shout to MJ that you like her?" He began to stand, teasing me further.

"Okay, quiet, quiet! Jeez," I said, quickly putting my hand over his mouth and making him sit back down. I sighed and looked at him. "I like her, but... I can't confess my feelings, you know."

Harry looked puzzled. "Why not?"

"Well," I began, searching for the right words, "due to my circumstances. And also, I'm a nerd and she's the cheerleader captain. Big difference." I didn't mention the real reason: being Spider-Man and the danger it would bring to her.

Harry shook his head. "Hey, you don't need to be Mr. Popular to confess to her." He sighed and then smiled. "How about this, Pete? I'll be your wingman. I'll help you."

I laughed awkwardly. "Maybe next time."

"Fine, but I won't give up," Harry said with determination. "I'll make sure your love life succeeds."

I chuckled. "You really are nosy when it comes to me, huh?"

Harry grinned. "What can I say? I'm your best friend."

"Yeah, right," I said, feeling grateful. "Thanks, man, for everything."

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[Meanwhile Chris Hilton side]

In the high-rise office of Hilton Company, Chris Hilton sat at his desk, deep in thought about Maxwell Dillon and his whereabouts. The morning sun streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the room and highlighting the concern etched on Chris's face.

"Max, where are you?" Chris murmured, lost in memories.

He recalled the day he first met Max, a bright young student who had earned a scholarship through sheer determination and hard work. Chris had seen potential in Max and had given him the opportunity to grow within the company. Max had thrived, his joy palpable the day he was accepted into the Hilton Company.

Chris couldn't help but chuckle at the nostalgia, remembering the proud young man Max had become. But the chuckle quickly faded into a sigh of sadness. The joy of those memories was overshadowed by the current reality—Max was missing, and his life had taken a dark turn.

Chris felt a deep sense of guilt. He blamed himself for what had happened to Max. It was his fault, he believed, that because of him, Max had become wanted and hated by the public. If he could find Max, he wanted to make things right, to clear Max's name and take the blame upon himself.

"I hope you're okay, Max," Chris muttered, his voice filled with regret and longing.

The weight of his thoughts pressed heavily on him. Chris knew that finding Max and making amends was not just about setting the record straight—it was about righting a personal wrong and repairing a fractured relationship. As he stared out the window, Chris resolved to do everything in his power to find Max and offer the apology he so desperately needed to give.

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[Meanwhile, at Dr. Doom and Chameleon's Base]

In the darkened depths of their hidden lair, the air buzzed with anticipation. The final pieces of their plan were falling into place. Chameleon glanced at Maxwell Dillon, who was now clad in a suit designed to harness and amplify his electrical powers.

"Are you ready, Max?" Chameleon asked, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and malice.

Maxwell's eyes flashed with anger and determination. "Don't call me Max," he snarled. After a moment, he softened his tone slightly, giving Chameleon a nod of respect. "Call me Electro."

Chameleon nodded in acknowledgment, recognizing the transformation in Maxwell's demeanor. He was no longer the man they had known; he had become a force of nature, driven by rage and vengeance.

Dr. Doom stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room. In his gloved hand, he held the orbit sun, encased in a vibranium holder that absorbed its intense heat and energy. The orb glowed like a miniature sun, pulsating with the power they intended to unleash upon the world.

"Let's go!" Dr. Doom commanded, his voice echoing with authority.

He showed no signs of being affected by the orb's searing energy, thanks to his specially designed gloves and the vibranium casing that kept the heat at bay. With the orbit sun in hand, he led the way, his mind set on the conquest and chaos they were about to unleash.

Chameleon, Electro, and Dr. Doom moved in unison, each driven by their own dark ambitions. The air around them crackled with electricity, a testament to Electro's burgeoning power.

Electro clenched his fists, sparks flying from his fingertips. His thoughts were consumed with one goal: revenge. "Prepare yourself, Chris Hilton!" he growled, the words dripping with venom.

As they made their way towards the culmination of their plan, the stage was set for a confrontation that would shake the very foundations of their world. The dawn of their new era was about to begin, and they were ready to plunge the city into darkness.

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Or should I call it... the dawn of the sun.

To be continued