The Spider:AHero’s Awakening.

My head felt like it was splitting in two.

Every step through the crowded streets of Manhattan felt heavier, like I was carrying something I couldn't shake. The symbiote's whispers had grown louder, clearer.

"Why resist us, Parker? We can end this… we can make them pay…"

I shook my head, gritting my teeth as I pulled my hoodie tighter around me.

"No," I muttered under my breath, trying to push back the dark thoughts. "I'm not letting you in."

But deep down, I wasn't so sure anymore.

Earlier, at Stark Tower…

Tony stood in front of the holoscreen, images of Oscorp facilities flickering around us.

"Okay, so Osborn's been moving his symbiote experiments to off-the-grid locations," he said, zooming in on one such site in Brooklyn. "If we don't hit him now, he's gonna spread this stuff across the city like it's flu season."

I nodded, trying to focus, but my hands were shaking. The symbiote's pull was relentless.

Daredevil stood beside me, arms crossed. "You sure you're up for this, Parker?"

I forced a smile. "Yeah. I got this."

Tony wasn't convinced. "Uh-huh. Look, kid, I know you're carrying some heavy stuff, but we're walking into a war zone. If you're not all in, tell me now."

I clenched my fists. "I am all in."

Another lie.

Oscorp Research Facility – Midnight.

The place was a fortress. Guard towers, drones, armed patrols—Osborn wasn't messing around.

I crouched on the edge of a rooftop with Daredevil, my lenses narrowing as I scanned the perimeter.

"Karen, give me a layout," I whispered.

"Mapping the facility now… multiple heat signatures detected inside."

Daredevil tapped my shoulder. "Focus. We do this quiet."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered.

We moved in, slipping past the patrols and into the ventilation system. The inside was worse than I expected—rows of containment units, each filled with swirling black symbiote matter. It felt… alive.

"They are waiting for us…"

I shook my head again. "Not now," I whispered.

We reached the main lab, where Dr. Octavius was standing over a control panel, his mechanical arms whirring.

"Osborn's plans are accelerating," he muttered to himself. "We need to move the samples tonight."

Daredevil motioned for me to move in. I shot out a web, yanking the tablet from Ock's hands. "Hey, Doc! Lose something?"

Octavius snarled, his tentacles lashing out. "Spider-Man!"

I flipped over his attack, landing behind a console. "Daredevil, get the data! I'll handle tin-can over here!"

Daredevil plugged a flash drive into the mainframe while I dodged Ock's relentless assault, firing web after web to slow him down.

But then it happened.

I felt the symbiote inside me stir—wanting this fight, craving it. My reflexes sharpened, my movements became faster, more aggressive.

And I liked it.

Octavius lunged at me again, and before I knew it, I caught one of his metal arms with my bare hand. My grip tightened—too tight.

"Yes… break him…"

I heard metal bend.

Ock screamed in pain, and I realized what I was doing.

I let go and stumbled back, breathing heavily. "No… no, no, no."

Daredevil looked at me with concern. "Parker, what's wrong?"

I didn't answer. I webbed Ock's arms to the wall and turned to Daredevil. "We gotta move. Now!"

We barely made it out before the alarms blared, escaping into the night.

Back at the safehouse…

I paced back and forth, running my hands through my hair. The moment kept replaying in my head—the strength, the anger, the darkness creeping closer.

Daredevil sat on the edge of the table, watching me. "Talk to me."

I exhaled shakily. "It's getting worse. The symbiote… it's not just whispering anymore. It's there. Inside me."

He nodded, his expression calm but serious. "You're not alone in this. But if you keep fighting it alone, it's going to consume you."

I swallowed hard. "I don't know if I can win."

"You can," he said firmly. "But you need help. Real help."

I hesitated, but deep down, I knew he was right.

I picked up my phone, my fingers hovering over MJ's contact. I had to tell someone.

Daredevil stood up. "You don't have to do this now. But you have to do it soon."

I nodded slowly.

Meanwhile, at Oscorp…

Norman Osborn watched the security footage of our raid, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"He's breaking," Osborn murmured, swirling a glass of scotch in his hand. "Just a little more… and he'll be mine."

Dr. Octavius, nursing his damaged arm, scowled. "The boy is dangerous. We should end this now."

Osborn chuckled. "Not yet. Let him struggle. Let him suffer. And when he finally embraces the symbiote…"

He turned to the containment unit, where the black substance pulsed ominously.

"…Spider-Man will belong to me."

The next night, Queens.

I swung through the city, my mind racing. I couldn't keep fighting this war inside my head. I needed to talk to MJ.

I landed outside her window and tapped lightly. She opened it almost immediately, concern flashing across her face.

"Peter?"

I sighed. "Can I come in?"

She stepped aside, letting me in. I stood in the middle of her room, pulling off my mask and running a hand through my hair.

"I need to tell you something," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She sat down beside me, her eyes full of patience and understanding. "I'm listening."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my secret pressing down.

"I'm Spider-Man," I said, finally letting it out.

MJ didn't flinch. She just nodded. "I know."

My jaw dropped. "You… what?"

She smiled softly. "Come on, Tiger. I've known for a while. You're not exactly subtle."

I laughed nervously, feeling a mix of relief and dread. "So… you're not mad?"

She shook her head. "I'm scared for you, Peter. But I'm here."

I swallowed hard. "MJ… this thing inside me… I don't know if I can stop it."

She reached out, squeezing my hand. "You don't have to do it alone."

For the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe—just maybe—I didn't have to fight this battle by myself.

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