Marvel Zombies Resurrection: Seeking a Bright Future

The Refuge

Peter was swinging through the city while carrying his surrogate nephews. He was still in pain, both physically and emotionally. But he ignored everything that he was currently feeling right now. He had a destination in mind as to where he needed to know and he was going to arrive at said place to get the kids to safety. It was all he cared about right now. The safety of the kids that he was now responsible for.

Though the environment preoccupied Peter by quite a bit. The streets were empty, no survivors and no undead. It was just empty, just showing all of the chaos that was now all around New York. Peter was really out of his comfort zone with all that was happening. He just hoped that he was able to arrive sooner to the safe place before finding any other undead that may or may not be looking for them.

So he kept on swinging, going from building to building. He needed to get to the Sanctum Sanctorum as fast as he could. There was a hidden portal that only he and Stephen knew about. Not even Wong knew about the location that Peter was heading towards and it was fortunate that Wong didn't know of said place, since Peter had seen him as an undead earlier that day before his confrontation with the Fantastic Four.

Peter sighed as he stopped for a moment on top of a building. Resting his aching arms for a bit before continuing towards his destination. Peter couldn't help but remember the confrontation that he had earlier today. It made him tremble in fear as to what the reactions of the knocked out brother and sister would say to him, their Uncle Peter. And while he knew that Franklin saw the aftermath of the confrontation, Valeria hadn't and he knew that she was way more closer to the family that Franklin ever was.

It was then that his Spider-Sense started to warn him about something, which made him act immediately and web up the incoming undead that was heading towards them. Pete had to be thankful that it was only one undead, but when he noticed who it was... it made him pale quite a bit. Floating a bit, having broken out of his webs with quite ease, was Gladiator. The man was someone that was to be feared because of all of his strength, something that Peter was well aware of. The undead looked towards Peter with amusement, while Peter just took a step back, preparing for anything that may happen.

"I have finally found you. Center, holder of the multiverse, don't resist... just come and see. The Bearer of Lightning had already fallen to my might, and you will not be-"

"You..." Peter was trembling in anger. It was being reflected upon his shadowed face, something that the undead couldn't quite see because Peter didn't allow him to. His fists were already so clenched that blood started to drip down his hands. His stare was fixed, an unholy glare directed at the ground. "You killed him..." Peter muttered as he thought of one of his friends. Thor Odinson had been one of his greatest friends and allies, and someone that he would forever be thankful of meeting. To have his killer right in front of him, it was tempting for Peter. He still didn't want to kill them but he knew that it would be a mercy for them. They were already dead to begin with. "You killed him!"

Peter reacted by webbing Gladiator by the shoulders as tossing him straight at the floor of the building, which cracked by the impact. Peter didn't allow Gladiator to even move, his rage clouding his mind at that very moment. He had lost friends and family all because of the ones that lured the rescue team to space. And he was going to relish in their pain. Peter webbed up the undead space hero's mouth, assuring himself that the zombie wouldn't bite him as he was torturing him. And he started the torture with the Mark of Kaine over his face. He could hear the muffled screeches of Gladiator as Peter peeled off the skin of the undead. He could only see red and black as he continued to peel bits and bits off the hero named Gladiator.

"Stop..." Peter heard the tired male voice, but he ignored it. He needed to get his point across to every single undead. Peter shoved his hand straight at Gladiator's already damaged throat and ripped it out. Peter could see anything else right now. He could only stare at Gladiator as he continued to mutilate the zombie that he had turned into. Peter now mutilated the right arm of the hero, eliciting yet another screech from the undead.