The Green Gala

The Grand Plaza Gala was in full swing, a dazzling display of luxury and power. The ballroom gleamed under the golden glow of a massive crystal chandelier, casting shimmering reflections across the polished marble floors. Wall-to-wall, New York's elite mingled, sipping champagne and exchanging business deals disguised as small talk. But nothing—not the wealth, not the power, not the extravagance—could prepare them for the arrival of the four most breathtaking women in the room.

As Wanda Maximoff, Gwen Stacy, Natasha Romanoff, and Talia Stark stepped through the towering double doors, an almost palpable shift spread through the gala. Conversations died mid-sentence. Champagne flutes paused halfway to lips. Heads turned. Eyes widened. Heart rates accelerated.

They weren't just guests. They were the event.

Their symbiote-enhanced evening gowns shimmered like liquid metal under the chandelier light, each dress tailored to perfection by their adaptive suits. The Extremis Virus enhancements only amplified their ethereal beauty—flawless skin, captivating eyes, effortless confidence—making them appear almost otherworldly.

Talia smirked, clearly reveling in the attention. "Oh, I love this."

Natasha, cool as ever, flicked her gaze over the mesmerized crowd and muttered, "Feels like cheating."

Wanda's lips curled into a smirk. "It's not our fault we're divine."

Gwen, slightly more self-conscious, swallowed as she felt the weight of hundreds of eyes on her. "Okay, but this is a little much."

Wanda leaned in, voice teasing against her ear. "Relax, darling. Just enjoy it."

Gwen's heart skipped a beat.

"Welcome, ladies," the host greeted, barely maintaining his composure as he gestured them inside. "You grace us with your presence."

Talia chuckled. "We do, don't we?"

With a final exchange of glances, the women split up, their mission clear: find clues about the Green Goblin.

If anyone thought they could ignore four of the most striking women in New York, they were sorely mistaken. Each of them played their role to perfection, using beauty, charm, and razor-sharp intelligence to fish for information while maintaining their cover.

Talia, ever the seductress, had effortlessly integrated herself into a group of wealthy investors, laughing lightly at their attempts to impress her. She played the mysterious billionaire genius, dangling just enough information to make them spill everything they knew about Oscorp's classified projects.

Natasha, with her spy instincts, had already hacked into one of the security systems using a concealed device in her clutch, pulling up hidden security feeds of the building while smoothly engaging in conversation with top military contractors. They had no idea they were being extracted for intel by a master manipulator.

Wanda, exuding quiet yet lethal magnetism, moved through the crowd like a queen among commoners. People instinctively gravitated toward her, utterly enthralled, spilling corporate secrets as if entranced.

Gwen, struggling to balance her charm with actual investigative work, found herself trapped in an overly eager conversation with Harry Osborn.

"You look… amazing," Harry said, his gaze unwavering.

Gwen shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, thanks. You too."

Harry smirked. "Didn't expect to see you here. You're not really the gala type."

Gwen forced a light chuckle. "Yeah, well. Thought I'd change things up."

Harry studied her, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. "You've been different lately. You disappear a lot. Always looking over your shoulder."

Her stomach tightened. "Paranoid habit, I guess."

"Or," Harry said slowly, "it's because of him."

Gwen blinked. "What?"

Harry leaned in slightly. "The Green Goblin. He's after you."

Gwen felt her blood run cold.

"Why would you say that?" she asked, her tone casual—but her body language locked into high alert.

Harry hesitated before glancing toward his father—Norman Osborn, standing across the room, engaged in deep conversation with several corporate executives. Then, Harry sighed. "I just… be careful, okay?"

Gwen's pulse pounded. Did Harry know something? Was Norman connected?

Before she could press further, all hell broke loose.

The ballroom windows exploded. Glass shards rained down as a thick green gas spread across the room. Screams erupted as guests stumbled back, shielding their faces.

A cackling laugh filled the space—unnerving, bone-chilling, familiar.

From the shattered skylight, the Green Goblin descended on his glider, silhouetted against the city lights. His armor gleamed an eerie metallic green, his manic grin stretching too wide.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" the Goblin roared. "I HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING YOUR EVENING—BECAUSE IT'S THE LAST ONE YOU'LL HAVE!"

Panic ensued as pumpkin bombs flew through the air, igniting in bursts of flame and destruction.

Gwen's instincts kicked in immediately.

"Nat! Talia! Wanda!" she barked, already moving.

The four women vanished into the chaos, using the panic to slip away and activate their symbiote suits.

Their gowns melted away, replaced by sleek black combat forms in mere seconds.

Now? It was war.

The Goblin swooped low, slashing through tables, knocking people aside like rag dolls.

"Come out, little spider!" he taunted, his voice laced with amusement. "We have unfinished busines!"

Gwen launched herself into action, webbing across the room and colliding into him mid-air. They crashed through a balcony, landing hard.

The Goblin grinned. "There you are."

"You're ruining a perfectly good party," Gwen shot back, flipping back onto her feet.

"On the contrary, Spider-Woman. I'm just getting started."

Below, Wanda used her chaos magic to shield civilians while Natasha and Talia took out Goblin's drones, disabling them before they could inflict more harm.

Then—he said something that made Gwen's blood freeze.

"I expected better from you, Gwen."

Her breath hitched.

The Goblin knew her name.

She barely had time to react before he struck.

The Goblin lunged, grabbing Gwen's throat and lifting her off the ground.

Her vision blurred as his distorted, mechanical voice cut through her panic.

"You're wasting your potential, girl. Why be a bug when you could be a GOD?"

Her heart pounded.

He knew. He KNEW.

Wanda's voice pierced through the madness.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!"

A massive blast of crimson energy struck the Goblin, sending him crashing across the ballroom.

Gwen gasped for breath, her hands clutching her throat.

Wanda stood in front of her, glowing with fury.

Natasha and Talia flanked them, eyes locked on the Goblin, who was already getting back up.

And Gwen?

She knew now.

The Green Goblin knew her identity.

And that meant things were only going to get worse.

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