Marvel & Wattpad's Spender-Man 4: The Clone Connection

Chapter 2

The next day, Khalish woke up early, his anticipation for his undercover assignment at Terompet Harian tingling in the morning air. As he arrived at the newspaper's bustling office, Rizwan Afdhal Bakar, the demanding editor-in-chief, was already in a foul mood.

"Khalish, you're late again," Rizwan barked, his stern expression overshadowing his usual friendly demeanor. "We need more pictures of Spender-Man. Our readers can't get enough of him."

Khalish nodded, his heart racing with the need to maintain his dual identity. "I'll get right on it, Mr. Bakar," he replied, before he exits the building.

Terompet Harian's secretary, Nur Amanina, a sharp and efficient woman with a penchant for organizing the chaos of the newsroom, approached Khalish. She handed him a paycheck for the photos he had taken a week ago. Khalish graciously accepted it, offering a polite thank-you.

As he rushed out of the building, Khalish couldn't help but feel the weight of his responsibilities pressing on him. He knew that maintaining his role as Spender-Man while working undercover as a photographer for the newspaper was no easy feat. But he was determined to make it work, for the sake of both his city and his job.

The day was eventful as Spender-Man swung through the cityscape, capturing breathtaking photos of himself in action. His acrobatics and agility made for stunning shots, and he couldn't help but relish the freedom of movement that came with being a superhero.

However, as the sun dipped below the horizon, an unexpected foe emerged – Farish Putra, also known as Sandman. Khalish's spider-sense tingled, warning him of danger, and he quickly changed into his Spender-Man suit.

The ensuing battle with Sandman was nothing short of epic. Sandman's shapeshifting abilities and control over sand made him a formidable adversary. The fight raged on, with Sandman creating massive sandstorms and hurling projectiles at Spender-Man.

"Spender-Man," Sandman taunted, his voice carried by the howling winds, "you can't stop me! I am the very earth beneath your feet!"

Spender-Man, his suit glistening with sweat and determination, replied, "Sandman, your reign of terror ends here! I won't let you harm this city!"

The citizens of Kuala Lumphattan watched in awe and fear as the two titans clashed in a battle that threatened to tear the city apart. Buildings trembled as Sandman's sandstorms wreaked havoc, and Spender-Man swung between skyscrapers, narrowly avoiding the onslaught.

"Is Spender-Man going to be okay?" a young boy asked his mother, clutching his Spender-Man action figure tightly.

"Don't worry, sweetie," the mother reassured him, "Spender-Man always finds a way to win."

Spender-Man's determination and quick thinking ultimately prevailed. Using his web-shooters, he devised a plan to solidify Sandman's sandy form, rendering him immobile.

"Time to put an end to this, Sandman!" Spender-Man exclaimed, firing his webbing in precise patterns to encase Sandman in a web cocoon.

"No!" Sandman yelled in frustration, his sandy form struggling against the sticky bonds.

The climactic showdown ended with Sandman defeated and turned over to the authorities. As the police arrived to take Sandman into custody, Spender-Man turned to the crowd and gave them a reassuring nod before swinging away.

Exhausted but victorious, Spender-Man swung away, leaving behind a grateful city and a photographer with memory cards full of astonishing shots. The city's skyline, once filled with chaos, was now bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, a symbol of hope and resilience in the face of adversity.

Later that evening, Khalish sat on his couch at home, nursing a few bruises from the battle. MK, his loving girlfriend, arrived from her studies, concern etched on her face.

"Are you okay, Khalish?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I'm fine, MK. Just another day in the life of Spender-Man."

The next day, Khalish and MK found themselves at the University of Malaya, books and notes spread out in front of them. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the bustling campus. They had chosen a quiet corner of the library, a sanctuary of knowledge where they could delve into their studies undisturbed.

As they delved into their respective textbooks, the murmur of conversations from other students created a soothing backdrop. Khalish glanced up from his notes, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"You know, MK," he began, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "I've been thinking about that night at Izzah and Amal's wedding. The way I had to leave suddenly because of that jewelry store alarm."

MK looked up from her own books, her eyes meeting his. She nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Yes, that was quite unexpected. But it's a part of who you are, Khalish, and I understand that."

Khalish reached over and gently took MK's hand. "I know you do, and I appreciate that more than you can imagine. But sometimes, I wonder if being Spender-Man is worth all the sacrifices."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sudden sound of sirens wailing in the distance. Khalish and MK exchanged a knowing glance. Trouble was brewing, and it seemed that Khalish's dual life as a university student and a superhero was about to collide once again.

Without another word, Khalish and MK gathered their books and notes, hastily stuffing them into their backpacks. They rushed out of the library, their senses tingling with anticipation. As they stepped out into the bright daylight, a plume of thick smoke billowed into the sky, and the distant sound of explosions and cries for help echoed through the campus.

Khalish's heart raced as he pulled on his Spender-Man suit, the familiar red and blue fabric fitting snugly against his body. He turned to MK, determination in his eyes. "I have to go, MK. It looks like the city needs Spender-Man once again."

MK nodded, her eyes filled with unwavering support. "I'll be right here, Khalish, cheering you on. Just remember, you're not alone in this."

With those words, Khalish swung away, leaving behind a gust of wind that ruffled MK's hair. The climactic battle that awaited him was a test of his abilities and his commitment to protecting the city. But deep down, he knew that the love and bond he shared with MK would always be his greatest source of strength.