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  “God dammit!” Spider-Man cursed, vaulting from one building to ahe test menace, Green Goblin, was hot on his trail, ung an arsenal of explosives that turhe skylio a chaotic battleground.

  Spider-Man twisted in midair, narrowly avoiding a pumpkin bomb that exploded against the side of a skyscraper, sh the streets below with debris. The acrid st of smoke filled his nostrils as he swung through the cloud of destru with webs flying from his wrist to catch the falling crete. He gnced back, spotting the Goblin's maniacal grin, whily fueled him to run faster.

  “’t catch a break, I?” he muttered, weaviwee structures. His web-slingers fired in rapid succession, each line seg his swift escape route. But the Goblin was relentless, his glider slig through the air with terrifying precision.

  As he nded on a rooftop, Spider-Man barely had a moment to catch his breath before another explosion rocked the building. He stumbled but quickly regained his footing, sprinting across the gravel-strewn surface. The Goblin was already there, desding with a wicked ugh.

  "Is that all you’ve got, wall-crawler?" Green Goblin taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

  Spider-Man didn’t respond, instead ung himself off the edge of the building just as another bomb detonated where he had been standing. His mind raced, calg the move. He o get the Goblin away from the densely poputed areas.

  Diving down, Spider-Man swung low over the streets, leading the Goblin towards the industrial district. The Goblin followed, the thrill of the chase evident in his eyes. Spider-Man aimed his web-shooters at a nearby e, swinging in a tight arc around it, then doubled back sharply, surprising the Goblin and f him to veer off course.

  "Gotcha!" Spider-Man grinned, but his moment of triumph was short-lived. The Goblin recovered quickly, unleashing a barrage of razor-sharp bat-shaped bdes. Spider-Man twisted and torted, avoiding most but feeling a sharp sting as one grazed his arm.

  “Focus, Peter,” he chided himself, ign the pain. He sed the area, spotting an abandoned warehouse. Perfect. He fired a web at the Goblin’s glider, yanking hard. The Goblin snarled as he ulled off bance, giving Spider-Man the opening he needed.

  Spider-Man swung through a broken window, tumbling into the dusty interior of the warehouse. The Goblin crashed moments ter, enraged and ready for a fight.

  “This ends now!” Spider-Man shouted, ung himself at the Goblin. The two cshed, a whirlwind of fists, webs, and gadgets. The Goblin’s ughter echoed off the walls, mingling with the sounds of their fierce battle. Spider-Man’s agility and reflexes were put to the test as he dodged and tered each of the Goblin’s brutal attacks.

  “I’m gettiired of yames, Goblin!” Spider-Man grunted, delivering a powerful kick that sent the Goblin sprawling. But the Goblin was far from defeated. He sprang back up, a twisted smile on his face as he activated a hidden bde in his glove.

  “And I am gettiired of that stupid face!” he sneered, sshing at Spider-Man with lethal i.

  Peter dodged, eyes wide at the gleaming bde. "What the hell with that bde?" he cursed, adrenaline spiking as the lethal edge barely missed him. The bde’s closeness sent shivers down his spine, his spider-seingling fiercely.

  "Stay focused, Pete," he muttered under his breath, twisting his body to avoid another swipe. The warehouse echoed with the csh of their struggle, every sound amplified in the vast, empty space. Peter's mind raced, formuting a pn. He o disarm the Goblin, and fast.

  The Goblin lunged again, the bde slig through the air. Peter ducked, rolling to the side and firing a web at the Goblin's wrist. The webbing stuck, but the Goblin merely ughed, using his enharength to snap the web like a thread.

  "Yonna have to try harder than that!" the Goblin jeered, his eyes wild with manic glee.

  Peter gritted his teeth. "Fine by me," he shot back, firing another web, this time aiming for the ceiling. He yanked himself upward, swinging above the Goblin's head. With a swift kick, he khe bde from the Goblin's grasp, sending it skittering across the floor.

  The Goblin snarled in frustration, but Peter didn't give him a ce to recover. He nded a punch squarely on the Goblin's jaw, followed by a rapid series of blows to his midse. Each hit recise, fueled by Peter’s determination to end this battle.

  "You've terrorized this city long enough," Peter said through ched teeth, dodging a retaliatory strike. He used his agility to stay oep ahead, keeping the Goblin off bance. But the Goblin was relentless, his fury driving him to new heights of savagery.

  "You think you stop me?" the Goblin spat, his eyes bzing with hatred. "I'll destroy everything you care about!"

  Peter felt a surge of a the threat. "Not today," he growled, nding a powerful uppercut that sent the Goblin reeling. He followed up with a kick to the Goblin's chest, sending him crashing into a stack of crates.

  The Goblin staggered to his feet, battered but not beaten. He reached into his belt, pulling out a small, spherical device. Peter’s eyes widened in reition. A bomb.

  "Don't you dare!" Peter shouted, leaping towards the Goblin. He fired a web at the device, yanking it from the Goblin's hand and flinging it out a broken window just as it exploded. The bst rocked the warehouse, but Peter’s quick reflexes had saved them both from the brunt of the explosion.

  "You're insane!" Peter yelled, tag the Goblin to the ground. The two of them rolled, grappling for trol. Peter's fists were a blur as he fought to subdue the Goblin, his mind focused on one goal: ending this madness.

  Green Goblin ughed madly, attag with renewed vigor. "You think you stop me, Spider-Man? You're just a bug waiting to be squashed!"

  Peter tightened his grip, muscles straining as he fought off the Goblin's frenzied assault. The vilin's maniergy seemed endless, each strike more vicious tha. Peter dodged a wild punch, his reflexes sharp despite the exhaustioing in. He rolled to the side, avoiding another deadly swipe from the Goblin's cealed bde.

  "Give it up, Goblin. You're done!" Peter shot a web at the Goblin's feet, yanking hard and throwing him off bance. But the Goblin recovered quickly, his ughter eg through the warehouse as he lunged again.

  "You'll have to do better than that, wall-crawler!" the Goblin taunted, eyes gleaming with malice. "I'll raze this city to the ground, and there's nothing you do to stop me!"

  Peter's anger fred, the threat igniting a fierce determination within him. "I have something you'll never have!" he yelled, smming his fist into the Goblin's face. The blow sent the Goblin staggering, but he quickly regained his footing, a snarl twisting his lips.

  "What's that? A pent for losing?" the Goblin spat, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

  Peter's mind raced, his thoughts tering on Aunt May, MJ, and all the people he cared about. The image of their faces fueled his resolve. "No, Goblin. I've got people who believe in me. People who give me a reason to fight."

  The Goblin sneered, wiping blood from his lip. "Seal fool. That makes you weak!"

  "Maybe in your twisted world," Peter tered, ung himself at the Goblin. He grappled with the vilin, their bodies colliding with a thud. "But it's what makes me strohan you'll ever be."

  Peter's fists moved with precision, each punch delivered with the weight of his vis. He blocked the Goblin's strikes, the battle a blur of movement and raw power. Despite the chaos, Peter's focus remained unbroken, driven by the o protect his city and loved ones.

  Peter mao his web around the Green Goblin and yanked him hard. When he was close, Peter delivered a powerful punch right to the Goblin’s face, sending him sprawling on the ground. But instead of anger or pain, the Green Goblin ughed boisterously.

  "Why are you ughing?" Peter asked, his spider-seingling with a warning.

  The Green Goblin sneered, "I have something you will never have."

  "What? A pent for madness?" Peter shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

  At that moment, the doors and windows of the warehouse exploded inward, and tens of thugs swarmed in, all armed to the teeth. Green Goblin ughed even harder, his voice eg through the now crowded space. "Money, Spidey. Money!"

  Peter felt the truth of the words hit home. "Ouch," he muttered, holding his heart theatrically, trying to mask his rising with humor. He sed the room quickly, calg his move.

  "Here I thought it would be another easy Monday," he sighed to himself quietly, watg the thugs encircle him. They brandished an assortment of ons, from crowbars to guns, their faces set in grim determination. The Green Goblin’s ughter tio echo, a manic soundtrack to the unfolding chaos.

  Peter leaped into a, firing webs left and right, disarming some of the goons and binding others to the walls and floor. His movements were a blur, each web shot precise and effective. A crowbar swung towards his head, but he ducked, delivering a swift kick to the attacker’s stomach. Ahug raised a gun, but Peter’s web ed around the on, yanking it out of his grip and sending it cttering across the floor.

  "Seriously, do you guys ever take a day off?" Peter quipped, his voice light despite the dire situation. He somersaulted over a pair of thugs, nding behind them and quickly webbing their feet together. They crashed to the ground, struggling against the sticky bindings.

  A gunsh out, the bullet whizzing past Peter's ear. He felt a sharp sting as anrazed his side. "Gotta be faster, Spider-Man," he muttered to himself, dodging a swing from a baseball bat and tering with a punch that sent the wielder sprawling.

  The Green Goblin watched the chaos unfold, his grin widening as he saw his thugs free him from the webbing. He stood, adjusting his twisted mask and surveying the se with a satisfied look. "You're outnumbered, little spidey," he taunted. "Give up now and I might let you live."

  Peter ignored him, fog on the immediate threats. He fired another web, snagging a thug's arm and pulling him off bahe thug fell, taking two others down with him. But the numbers were overwhelming. For every oook down, it seemed two more took their pce.

  "Okay, this is getting ridiculous," Peter muttered. He backed up towards the ter of the warehouse, trying to keep all the attackers in his field of vision. His spider-seingled stantly, a relentless warning of the danger surrounding him.

  Just wheer thought he couldn't keep up with the onsught, the sound of heavy boots echoed through the warehouse. The thugs turned, momentarily distracted by the new arrivals. A cloaked figure stepped into the dim light, followed closely by a young man wielding a sword that glowed with an intense fme. A third figure emerged from the shadows, a tall man with a anding presence.

  The cloaked figure, whom Peter reized as Cat Burgr Nojiko, moved with a fluid grace, her eyes sing the room. "Looks like you could use a hand, Spidey," she said, her voice carrying a note of fidence.

  Peter couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief. "You have no idea," he replied, webbing ahug to the floor.

  Sokka, gripping his fme sword tightly, smirked. "Just point us to the bad guys." He didn't wait for a response, charging into the fray with a fiery determination. The sword's fmes cut through the air, an intimidating sight that made several thugs hesitate.

  Peter swung to avoid a crowbar and nded beside Hercule Lucifer, who had just ehe warehouse with a anding presence. "iming," Peter remarked, dodging a pund tering with a quick jab.

  Hercule grinned, his rge frame imposing as he faced off against the approag goons. "These vermi even worth me to raise a finger," he said, throwing a thug across the room with ease. His strength was legendary, and it showed in every powerful move.

  Nami moved with a dancer’s grace, evading attacks effortlessly. She disarmed a thug with a swift kick, sending his on skittering across the floor. "You owe me one, Spider-Man," she teased, a pyful glint in her eye.

  "Put it on my tab," Peter quipped back, flipping roup of thugs and webbing them to the ground. He g Sokka, ielding his fme sword with impressive skill, cutting a path through the crowd. "Where'd you get that thing, Sokka?"

  Sokka fshed a grin, fmes refleg in his eyes. "Gift from a friend. Pretty cool, huh?"

  "More like hot," Peter retorted, barely dodging a punch. "Thanks fing the heat."

  Sokka grinned. "You should have seen my Meteor Sword. Unfortunately, it fell from a zeppelin during a battle."

  Spider-Man froze mid-air, his mind rag. "What the hell have you been through? Do zeppelins still exist?"

  Nami chuckled softly as she deftly disarmed ahug. Peter shook his head, disbelief mingling with admiration. "Man, I thought my life was weird."

  Their banter was interrupted as a thug lu Peter with a knife. Peter swung around, delivering a swift kick to the thug's chest, sending him crashing into a pile of crates. "Watch your back!" Peter called out, firing a web to pull ahug off bance.

  Sokka nodded, his fme sword cutting through the air with precision. "Same to you. These guys are relentless."

  Meanwhile, Nami moved through the chaos with feline grace, disarming oppos with effortless efficy. She ducked under a thug's punch, delivering a spinning kick that sent him sprawling. "You really know how to throarty, Spider-Man," she teased, her voice light despite the iy of the fight.

  Peter couldn't help but grin. "Well, you know me. Always in the middle of something."

  Hercule Lucifer was a force of nature, his imposing figure dominating the battlefield. He grabbed a thug by the colr and tossed him aside like a ragdoll. "You fight well, Spider-Man, almost as good as my half strength" he rumbled, his deep voice carrying over the noise of the skirmish.

  "Thanks, I guess," Peter replied, dug under a swinging crowbar. "But I still o thank you guys."

  As they tio fend off the onsught, the Green Goblin watched from the shadows, his grin widening. "You think you stop me with a few friends, Spider-Man?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

  Peter's eyes narrowed. "It's not just a few friends, Goblin. It's a team. And that's the sed thing you will never have."

  With a snarl, the Green Goblin lunged forward, his enharength propelling him towards Peter. But before he could reach him, Hercule intercepted, grabbing the Goblin and throwing him back with a mighty heave. "Stay down," Hercule growled.

  The fight raged on, but the tide was turning in their favor. Spider-Man, Sokka, Nami, and Hercule fought with a synized precision that kept the thugs on their heels. Peter moved among them, his web-slinging and agility a blur of motion as he incapacitated oppos with practiced ease.

  As the st thug fell, the Green Goblin found himself surrounded, his once fident grin faltering. "This isn't over, Spider-Man," he spat, his voice filled with venom. "I'll be back, aime, you won't be so lucky."

  Peter stepped forward, his eyes hard. "Luck has nothing to do with it, Goblin. It's about doing what's right."

  With a final, desperate snarl, the Goblin activated his glider, shooting into the sky and disappearing into the night. The warehouse fell silent, the echoes of the battle fading away.

  Peter turo his allies, a weary smile on his face. "Thanks for the assist, everyone. Couldn't have do without you."

  "Anytime, Spidey. Just call when you need us." Nami smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Just don't make it a habit, okay?

  Sokka sheathed his sword, the fmes extinguishing. "Yeah, it's always fun to mix things up."

  Peter chuckled, feeling the weight of the night's events lift slightly. "I'll do my best. Now, let's get out of here before the cops show up. I've had enough questions for one night."

  Stepping into the cool night air, Peter took a deep breath, the st of smoke and sweat still lingering. "So, Sokka," he said, gng at his friend, "tell me more about this zeppelin adventure."

  Sokka ughed, the sound a wele relief after the intetle. "Oh, it's a tale for the ages. But let's find a quieter spot first. Maybe with some food. I'm starving."

  As they were walking, Nami g Peter with a curious gleam in her eye. "Spidey, our boss wants to sponsor you. What do you think?"

  Peter chuckled softly, still buzzing from the adrenaline of the battle. "Sponsor me? That sounds... intriguing. What's the catch?"

  Nami ughed lightly. "No catch. Just a mutual be. You get resources, tech, and intel. We get a powerful ally."

  Peter thought about it for a moment, sidering the implications. Having access to more advaeology and intelligence could definitely help him in his fight against crime. But he was wary of getting too entangled with any anization, especially one he didn't fully uand. "I'm fttered, really. But I usually fly solo. your boss hahat?"

  Nami's smile widened. "Trust me, Spidey, our boss is very flexible. She knows talent when she sees it and respects autonomy. You'd still be your own boss, just with some extra support."

  Peter looked flicted. "But won't it feel like I'm just saving people for money? I don't like the sound of that."

  Sokka shook his head. "It's not like that at all. Think of it as gettier gear, better food, aer sleep. You'll be able to save more people because you'll be at your best. It’s like ging the tires on a car. It’s not about the tires; it’s about being safer and faster."

  Hercule nodded. "You ’t save people on ay stomad a worried mind."

  Peter sulked a bit, remembering Green Goblin's jab about money. "Do I really look that poor?"

  Nami chuckled, giving an exaggerated look over his clothes. "Just a little bit," she said, ping her fiogether to show she meant it sarcastically.

  Peter sighed, rubbing his head over his mask. "I just don’t want to lose sight of why I do this. It’s about helping people, not just gettier stuff."

  Sokka pced a hand oer’s shoulder. "We know that, and so does our boss. This isn’t about turning you into a merary. It’s about making sure you have what you o keep doing what you do best."

  Nami nodded in agreement. "Think about it, Spider-Man. You’ll have access to resources that help you take down threats like the Green Goblin more effectively. And you’ll still be your own boss. Ns attached."

  Peter thought it over, feeling the weight of the decision. "Alright, I’ll sider it. But no promises."

  Nami smiled. "That’s all we ask."

  As they walked through the dimly lit streets, Peter g Sokka. "So, about that zeppelin adventure..."

  Sokka ughed, the sound eg down the alley. "Oh man, where do I even start?"

  They found a small diner, its neon sign flickering in the darkness. The pce was quiet, a stark trast to the chaos they had just left behind. They slid into a booth, the soft hum of versation around them a f background noise.

  As they waited for their food, Sokka unched into his story. "So, there I was, battling this crazy Fire Bender on top of a zeppelin..."

  Peter listened, captivated by the tale. Despite the exhaustion, he felt a sense of camaraderie with his new allies. They had his back tonight, and that meant more than any piece of tech or on. While the owner of the diner looked at the weird group eating. One had a spider mask, only his mouth revealed. Other's spoon was disappearing in her cloak, while one of them was like a giant. Only the man with a sword on his side was normal, if it could be normal.

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