Spider-Man 0X

'Hahaha... Same as ever, huh?!' Gwen thought as her system was shutting down due to lack of power. The nanites maintaining her organic parts also stopped working, leaving her life in danger.

Even so, Gwen smiled.

'To think you have regeneration... You hid it well, Peter...'

She closed her eyes, satisfied with her last act of defiance.

However, just when she thought it was all over, her system began to reboot itself, surprising her.

<What?!>

Her HUD lit up as the nanites began to function again. Her systems rebooted, restoring full power to her cybernetic components. Her sensors registered a new presence, the familiar face of Peter Parker. He was holding her unstable Arc Reactor.

"Welcome back to the world of living again, Gwen," Peter greeted her with a wry smile.

"...Pete?!" She called in surprise.

"I've replaced your power source, but your cybernetics need some serious repair. So, take a break. We'll talk after I take care of this shitty situation," Peter replied.

Gwen was about to reply but saw Miles leaping towards them, roaring in rage.

"YOU! PARKER!!"

Peter dodged Miles effortlessly and slammed his fist into Miles' chin, sending him flying backward. Miles tried to stand up, but the shock from the punch shattered his lower jaws.

"I've already overloaded his system. He'll die soon," Gwen said as she pulled herself up with Peter's help.

"I know, but that's only if there was only one Miles Morales."

"...What do you mean?"

"I've been analyzing him since the battle started. That's just a clone original Miles made. A perfect copy, but still a clone. Not to mention the remote control program in his implant... His death won't change anything. The real Miles is somewhere else..."

"What?! Where?"

"He'll be here any moment to finish the job... He's been watching us through that clone's eyes after all."

Gwen clenched her fist. Her systems might have rebooted, but she was far from being fully operational. Her cybernetics were severely damaged, leaving her vulnerable to another attack. She was in no condition to fight, but Peter seemed calm as if he had something in mind.

Peter opened a portal, "Go in and wait for me."

Gwen hesitated but did as he told. She needed to rest and recuperate to get her systems back online. As soon as she entered the portal, he closed it and blinked before the clone, who was on his fours, struggling to get up.

Peter stomped the clone's waist, breaking him as a sickening crunch was heard, sending a final jolt of bio-electricity through the ruined machinery. The clone spasmed violently before collapsing, its limbs splayed in unnatural angles, the once powerful and intimidating figure now reduced to a heap of malfunctioning circuits and organic debris. Blue liquid was splattered on the ground, creating a nasty gooey mess.

He took out a small device from his pocket and slammed it on the cyborg's neck. It was a neural interface injector, designed to hack into his own creations, like the neural implants and the cybernetics these cyborgs were using. Peter made it so that if a time came when his inventions were being used for bad things, then with a single command, he could shut them down or control them according to the situation.

"Well, who would have thought that a single invention of mine would come to bite me in the ass..." Peter mumbled under his breath as he took out his custom phone-sized computer, designed to use as his on the go PC.

A small burst of blue electricity surged from the injector, flowing into the exposed circuitry. The clone's eyes flickered, the yellow glow fading in and out as Peter's device began its work. The neural interface dug deep into the clone's central processing unit, bypassing layers of encryption and security protocols. Peter's fingers danced across the touch screen, his eyes focused on the streams of data flooding in.

"Let's see what secrets you're hiding," he murmured, scanning through the data. The interface blinked as it recognized the signature of Peter's old programming—this clone was based on his own work, after all. He knew where to look, which traps to avoid, and what weak spots to exploit. Within moments, he was inside the clone's mainframe, connected to the network that linked all the remaining cyborgs together.

The system opened up to him...

"What the fuck?!"

The clone was part of a larger hive, a network that stretched across the city, controlling dozens, if not hundreds, of other cyborgs. Each one was a potential weapon, and Miles—the real Miles—was the puppet master pulling the strings.

"Motherfucker! When the heck did he create all these cyborgs?! Did he bring them with him? Or... Is he mass-producing them? God damn it!" He cursed as he noticed a set timer. The cyborgs were set to self-destruct in less than 10 minutes. The realization hit him like a freight train. Miles wasn't just interested in Gwen or himself; he wanted to turn the entire city into a graveyard, using the cyborgs as living bombs. Peter's hands moved faster, racing against the clock. He didn't have much time. "If all these hundreds of cyborgs self-destruct together within a city, the damage would be unimaginable!! So, this was your plan, huh?! Well, not if I can help it."

The clone's body convulsed, sparks flying from its joints as Peter hacked deeper into the system. He could feel Miles' presence, the original's mind watching him through the network, and was trying to reverse hack, but Peter was faster, smarter. "You future kid wanna compete with me in hacking?!"

He broke through the final layer of security, accessing the core command structure.

"Gotcha," Peter said with a grim smile. The neural interface device hummed, synchronizing with the clone's network. Peter took a deep breath and issued a single command.

The cyborgs across the city—hidden in buildings, attacking the city, fighting the heroes, disguised as civilians, lurking in the shadows—jerked to a halt. Their eyes glowed as one, a synchronized pulse of yellow light. The city's surveillance systems picked up the sudden shift, cameras capturing the eerie scene as hundreds of cyborgs turned their heads skyward, as if answering a silent call.

The Avengers and X-Force took this chance to destroy as many cyborgs as they could.

Peter bypassed Miles' control completely, taking over the network. His fingers flew across the device's interface, issuing a new set of commands. The cyborgs responded instantly, their bodies stiffening as they received their orders. One by one, they began to rise into the air, their thrusters and jet packs activating in unison. It was an awe-inspiring yet terrifying sight—an army of cyborgs ascending into the night sky, leaving the ground behind as they soared higher and higher above the city.

Miles' voice crackled through the neural link, distorted and filled with rage. "PARKER! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Peter didn't answer immediately, too focused on ensuring every last cyborg was accounted for. He could feel Miles' desperation, the original trying to wrest control back, but Peter was prepared. He had locked down the command codes, rerouted the network's energy flow, and even set up decoy loops to distract Miles' AI from finding the real command structure.

"Nothing much, just saving the city from your mass murder attempt," Peter finally replied, his tone casual but deadly serious.

"You bastard! Do you know how much time I spent on creating them?!" Miles cursed, "I'm gonna kill your entire family, you motherfucker! You better stop it, Parker. I'm telling you... I'm gonna kill your family if that's the last thing I do!"

"If you think you can take on Wanda and a Black Cat with Venom, be my guest. Or, come and fight me like a man... Oops, I forgot. You ain't even a man anymore, fucking cyborg or should I say, Morlun's bitch... Did you suck him off or something or did you offer your ass? Wait! Don't tell me he offered his ass to you so that you could fuck him with your cybernetic dick while Morlun moaned like a bitch in heat... Oh! Sorry! He already moans like a bitch in heat, doesn't he? Augg! Bunch of creeps doing all shorts of shits..." Peter replied with a mocking tone.

"YOU! FUCKING! PIECE! OF! SHIT! PARKER! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!" Miles roared in anger.

Peter cut the connection, severing Miles' influence from the network completely. The cyborgs were his now, their fates sealed.

High above the city, the cyborgs reached the peak of their ascent. Peter could see them on his micro PC, hundreds of tiny dots clustered together in the sky, glowing faintly against the backdrop of stars. He activated the final sequence, his thumb hovering over the confirmation button.

"Time for some fireworks..." Peter said with a smirk as he pressed the button.

The sky lit up with a series of explosions, each one blooming like a deadly flower. The cyborgs detonated in quick succession, their bodies disintegrating into fiery shards that rained down harmlessly into the ocean or burnt out in the atmosphere. The night was filled with the sounds of destruction, but for the first time, it was destruction that brought relief instead of despair. The city below remained untouched, spared from the carnage that had been intended for it.

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