I'm Spider-Man (MCU)

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The battlefield, once a peaceful Queens neighborhood, was now a scene of surreal confrontation. As Peter stood with the newly arrived Spider-People flanking him, he couldn't help but feel the undeniable urge to pull out his infinity stones and snap each and every one of these Kangs into dust, but he stopped himself, at least for the time being.

Peter's gaze turned to the Spider-People behind him. 'I promised them revenge, so I can't just kill all the Kangs myself.' He concluded, though he found it hard to restrain himself, his eyes lingering on the ruins that his city had become. 'I'll definitely use the stones to fix all of this, though…'

The army of Kang variants across from him waited impatiently as their leaders, Immortus and Rama-Tut, prepared to break the heavy silence.

"Ah, the famed Spider-Society," Immortus's voice echoed mockingly through the chaos, his gaze sweeping over the group with disdain. "I thought you'd disbanded, but here you are, answering to a new master…"

Rama-Tut smirked beside him, "What happened to your former leader… What was his name again, ah, Miguel wasn't it?" He asked, clearly trying to get under their skin. "He was such a good pawn of our late comrade, Centurion. It's such a shame you've all chosen to throw him to the wayside…"

The surrounding Kangs chuckled, their laughter a harsh sound against the backdrop of smoldering building. The derision was clear, their confidence unshaken by the numbers that now faced them.

Peter, his mask hiding his frown but not his annoyance, stepped forward. "Well, you would know about throwing comrades to the wayside, wouldn't you? Isn't that what you did to Kang the Conqueror?" he retorted, his voice calm but edged with a sharp point.

Peter's retort about Kang the Conqueror had struck a nerve. Immortus's expression tightened, his eyes narrowing, while Rama-Tut's smirk wavered, his gaze flickering with a hint of anger.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hit a sore spot with that one?" Peter asked, his smirk widening as he waved his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, he opened a small, swirling portal right before him and reached inside. The gathered crowd watched in bewildered silence, the Kangs' interest piqued as Peter's hand reemerged holding a small, wriggling rat.

Confusion spread like wildfire through both the ranks of the Kangs and the Spider-People. Immortus and Rama-Tut exchanged a glance, their earlier confidence giving way to curiosity and a touch of amusement.

"A rat? Is this supposed to be a pet of yours" Rama-Tut jeered, his voice echoing mockingly around them. "Would you like to say goodbye to the little rodent before your inevitable death?"

But the laughter was short-lived. As Peter held the rat up for all to see, and it suddenly spoke, its voice strong and unmistakable, even in its new, tiny form. "I wish that I could say it's good to see you again, Rama-Tut, Immortus, but just the sight of you traitors makes my skin crawl…" it declared, its small eyes gleaming with intelligence and rage.

A collective gasp rose from the ranks of the Kang variants, their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief. Immortus stepped back, his composure slipping. "Impossible... You were dead," he stammered, pointing accusingly at Peter. "He killed you!"

Peter smiled, a hint of satisfaction in his gaze as he watched the leaders of the Kangs falter. "Oh, he was dead, alright. But as you may or may not know, death is hardly the end in my line of work. I kept his soul, and transferred it into this little fella here," he explained, his tone casual as if discussing the weather.

Many Kangs erupted into laughter, taking perverse delight in seeing their once-great leader reduced to such a pitiful state. However, those who weren't laughing appeared uneasy and almost afraid.

These Kangs had firsthand knowledge of their former leader's cunning and power. Thus, even with him reduced to a rat's form, they feared his potential for retribution for their betrayal.

Staring at the rat in the palm of his hand, Peter's voice softened slightly. "So… Kang, you've given me a lot of information, so this is my reward for your help. Would you like to watch the downfall of the Council of Kang's? Because by tomorrow, not a single one of them will remain."

The rat, understanding the gravity of the moment, nodded solemnly. "I would very much like that," it replied, its voice tinged with a thirst for vengeance.

Peter placed the rat on his shoulder, ensuring it had a clear view of the battlefield. "Then let's give you a front-row seat," he said, his gaze sweeping across the wary faces of the Kang variants.

As Peter stepped forward, the Spider-People rallied around him, ready to get their vengeance. The air crackled with energy, the impending battle charged with the promise of retribution.

"Today, we end this!" Peter declared, his voice carrying across the battlefield. The Spider-People echoed his sentiment, their cries of assent rising into the sky.

As Peter's words reverberated, the Kangs tightened their ranks, their faces hardening into masks of resolve. They readied their weapons, energy crackling around them, a clear sign they were preparing for the fierce confrontation ahead.

Glancing over his shoulder, Peter took a step back, the ground beneath his feet crackling with arcane energy. "What are you waiting for?" he called over to the Spider-People, his tone now charged with command. "They're right there. Go get 'em."

With Peter's words as their signal, the Spider-People surged forward, a tide of red, blue, and black against the stark backdrop of the devastated neighborhood. Their movements were synchronized and precise, a dance of vengeance and justice intertwined.

Without another word, Peter's posture shifted, his shadow stretching ominously in the dim light.

From the darkness of his shadow emerged his undead servants: Knull's ominous silhouette, the gleaming figure of the Silver Surfer, and Tiamut the Communicator, their presence exuding an overpowered, menacing aura. Instantly, the Kangs' confidence wavered as the air thickened with the weight of real fear.

"Help them," Peter commanded, nodding towards the Spider-People.

"""Yes, Master!""" His shadowy allies moved with a fluid grace, their forms blurring into action.

As the shadows darted forward, weaving through the Spider-People, Peter turned his attention back to Immortus and Rama-Tut. His eyes narrowed beneath his mask, a vicious smirk playing at the edge of his lips. "Now, as for you two," he began, his voice low and threatening.

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As the clash erupted across the devastated streets of Queens New York, the Spider-People leapt into action, propelled by the urgency of their vengeance. They were outnumbered but not outclassed, their agile prowess and combat skills a blur of motion against the backdrop of the damaged surroundings.

The Kang army, equipped with advanced technology, unleashed a barrage of energy blasts. The air crackled with electricity, the blue and green pulses illuminating the grim battlefield. Spider-People ducked and weaved, their spidey sense tingling incessantly, guiding them away from lethal hits.

In the midst of chaos, their spectral allies, Knull, Silver Surfer, and Tiamut, emerged from the shadows. Knull, embodying darkness itself, enveloped a squad of Kangs, his form expanding and contracting like a living nightmare.

The screams of Kangs were muffled by the dark mass, only to silence abruptly as they were consumed, vanishing from existence.

Silver Surfer swooped low, his shadowy board cutting a dark arc through the air. He moved with otherworldly grace, intercepting energy blasts and redirecting them back where they came from. Each reflection not only killed or injured an enemy but also saved the lives of the Spider-People, whom they were tasked with assisting.

Tiamut, towering and imposing, used his sheer size to his advantage. With each step, the ground trembled, and with a sweep of his arm, he knocked a phalanx of Kangs off their feet, their armor clanging loudly as they collided with the concrete. But it didn't stop there, as they were quickly squashed like bugs under the undead Celestial's feet.

The Spider-People rallied, inspired by the formidable display of their shadowy protectors. One young hero, wearing a suit dyed in all black, thanks to his new symbiote companion, flipped over a beam, landing a devastating kick to a Kang's helmet. The impact cracked and dented the visor, sending the Kang flying into a nearby car.

Another Spider, masked and mysterious, spun webs with tactical precision, ensnaring weapons and pulling them from their owners' grips. The webs, stronger than steel, resisted the Kangs' attempts to break free, leaving them vulnerable to her allies.

As the battle raged, the Kangs began to falter. Their initial confidence waned under the relentless assault of the Spider-People and their spectral protectors.

Despite their superior technology, and numerical advantage, the raw power and unpredictability of Knull, the Silver Surfer, and Tiamut proved far too overwhelming for them.

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Watching the beginnings of their battle, Peter floated high above the wreckage, smirking as his shadows cut through the enemy lines with ease, allowing his Spidery subordinates to run wild. "Things aren't looking too good for you guys, huh?" He asked, his gaze on the Kang leaders.

Rama-Tut and Immortus, their pride bruised and schemes slipping through their fingers, stood on their floating platform, which began to morph with a series of mechanical whirs and clicks into an advanced, heavily armed, yet small ship. Their eyes fixed on Peter, burning with a mixture of rage and desperation.

"You think you won just because your lackeys killed a few worthless variants?" Immortus spat out, his voice trembling with fury, "Let me tell you, the war is just beginning!"

With a flourish, Rama-Tut slammed his hand onto a control panel, igniting the ship's arsenal. Instantly, the air was filled with the deadly whine of powering up energy weapons. Lasers, cannons, and an array of ballistic missiles locked onto Peter, their intent deathly clear.

Peter simply arched an eyebrow beneath his mask, his disappointment palpable even from afar. His gaze, quick and unimpressed, swept over the menacing armament. "Really, is this it? You came all this way, brought an entire army with you, and even trashed my city, yet this is all you've brought? You think this is enough?" His tone mixed disbelief with a hint of mockery, clearly underwhelmed by their efforts. "Come on, guys. You can do better than this..."

Immortus's smirk faltered as anger flared in his eyes, Peter's taunting words stoking a fire of rage. His hand clenched into a fist, hovering momentarily over the control panel. "Very well," he hissed, his voice seething with fury. "Let's see how you handle this!" With a swift, decisive motion, he slammed his fist down, causing the ship be glow, its power rising by the second.

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