Chapter 17: The Web Tightens.

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The atmosphere had changed. It was as if the city itself could sense the presence of something darker lurking in its shadow, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. The three Spider-Men, each from a different world, were drawn into a twisted game they hadn't anticipated. They had fought countless villains before, but the return of those who should have stayed dead felt like an omen. Something was wrong. Something bigger was brewing.

Tobey Maguire's Peter – The Gathering Storm

The night was colder than usual as Peter Parker crouched on top of a building, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The city felt off tonight—an unnatural stillness hung in the air, and the usual hum of New York was absent. His senses tingled with anticipation, but not the familiar thrill of danger. This felt like a trap. Every fiber of his being screamed that something was about to happen, but he couldn't pinpoint what.

Peter's mind raced back to his encounter with Norman Osborn. How was it possible that the man had come back from the dead? How had his enemies, the ones he thought were defeated, all resurfaced at once? Was it mere coincidence, or something more sinister?

"Focus, Peter," he muttered to himself. "Think. This isn't just about Osborn. It's about something bigger. Someone is pulling the strings."

He ran a hand through his hair, his thoughts a tangled mess. He remembered what Harry had said before his death—the legacy of Norman Osborn would never truly be gone. Maybe Harry had been right. Maybe he had been the last to see it coming.

Suddenly, his Spider-Sense flared, sending an icy chill down his spine. He spun around, instinctively leaping into the air, just as a blade sliced through the space where he'd been standing. Landing in a crouch, Peter's eyes scanned the rooftop for his attacker.

"That was close," he whispered under his breath.

From the darkness, a figure emerged—silently, like a shadow. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the quiet night. As the figure stepped into the dim light, Peter's breath hitched. It was Kraven the Hunter, his body clad in a grotesque, animalistic suit, eyes burning with the thrill of the hunt.

"You've been hard to find, Spider-Man," Kraven said, his voice a low growl.

Peter felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. He was ready for a fight, but his mind still lingered on the unsettling fact that the hunter was here, of all places, at this moment.

"You should have stayed in the wild," Peter shot back, trying to keep his voice steady. "What's the deal, Kraven? What's going on?"

Kraven grinned, showing his teeth. "You are the prize I've been hunting. But I am not alone."

Peter's heart skipped a beat as he heard the sound of more footsteps closing in. There was a team.

As Kraven leapt toward him, Peter barely had time to react. He shot webs to distance himself, landing on the opposite side of the rooftop just as Venom appeared, his massive form materializing from the shadows. Eddie Brock's eyes glowed with malice.

"Not just Kraven, Spider-Man," Eddie hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "You're about to get the whole family reunion."

Tobey's heart pounded as the full reality hit him—this wasn't just a coincidence. Doflamingo had planned this. He was orchestrating something far more dangerous than any single villain could ever manage on their own. And Peter was right in the middle of it.

With no time to waste, he fired his webbing again, trying to keep the monstrous duo at bay. But as Kraven and Venom advanced, Peter's mind raced. He couldn't shake the feeling that something worse was coming. These were only the messengers.

And behind it all, someone much more dangerous was pulling the strings.

Andrew Garfield's Peter – The Abyss Opens

Andrew swung through the city, his body moving with practiced ease. The crisp night air whipped past him as he surveyed the skyline. His mind was still reeling from his encounter with Doc Ock, and the question that had been plaguing him all evening was one he couldn't shake.

Why?

Why bring back the dead? Why make enemies from the past a threat again?

It was no longer just about fighting these foes. It was about stopping the cycle from repeating. He had already lost so much—he couldn't afford to lose any more. And yet, here he was, caught in a game where the rules didn't make sense.

Andrew's Spider-Sense suddenly screamed, louder than ever before. He spun around, his heart racing. This was no ordinary attack.

Before he could react, a web shot past his face, narrowly missing him. He whipped around, landing on a nearby building. The familiar figure of Green Goblin appeared, hovering on his glider.

"Not this again," Andrew muttered.

But this wasn't the same Norman Osborn he'd fought before. This one was colder, more calculating—like he knew the exact moment to strike.

"I'm not here to play games, Spider-Man," Goblin snarled. "I'm here to finish what we started."

Andrew's eyes narrowed. "Started? What the hell are you talking about?"

Goblin's laughter was chilling. "You'll see soon enough. You're not the only one with a past to haunt."

Before Andrew could react, Goblin dropped a series of explosive pumpkin bombs, sending Andrew darting through the night sky to avoid the explosions. But something else was coming—a figure cloaked in shadows.

Andrew's stomach dropped as he realized who it was.

Mysterio.

The illusionist had been dead for months. But now, he was back, manipulating the fabric of reality itself, weaving illusions that were nearly impossible to tell apart from the truth.

As the world around Andrew shifted, he found himself caught in a web of deception, each step drawing him further into Doflamingo's twisted trap.

Tom Holland's Peter – The Silent War

Tom sat in his room, the weight of the world pressing down on him. The message he had received earlier still echoed in his mind. Someone—someone powerful—was behind everything. But who? And why?

As he paced back and forth, trying to put the pieces together, the door opened slowly, and MJ stepped inside, her face a mixture of concern and confusion.

"Peter, what's going on?" she asked, her voice soft yet insistent.

He didn't look at her. "I don't know. But everything is wrong. All these villains, they shouldn't be here. They shouldn't be back. And I feel like we're not just fighting them for no reason. This is bigger."

MJ crossed the room and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Peter, we'll figure it out. You're not alone in this."

Her words gave him a moment of peace, but only a moment. His Spider-Sense flared once again—stronger than ever.

"No," he whispered. "We need to get out of here."

Before he could finish, the ceiling above them exploded, showering debris as Vulture swooped down, his metallic wings slicing through the air.

"We've been waiting for you," Vulture growled, his voice barely audible over the destruction.

Tom's body moved without thought. He shot webs to swing them out of the way, but the damage was already done. The war had begun.

Doflamingo – The Puppet Master Smiles

As the Spider-Men faced their respective foes, Doflamingo watched from afar, his smirk widening with every move. His plan was coming together, piece by piece, just as he had intended.

It was only a matter of time before all three Spider-Men would be broken and forced to confront the reality that they could not escape their fate. No matter how many battles they fought, no matter how many villains they defeated, Doflamingo was always one step ahead.

"The pieces are in motion," he muttered to himself, his voice dark and full of promise. "And soon, all their webs will be mine."

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End of Chapter 17.

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