The Spectacular Spider-Men: The Great Web

CHAPTER-10: Claws Of The Cat

RITVIK ANAND'S POV:

The air was thick with tension as we gathered in our hideout. The recent events had left us battered, both physically and emotionally. Zain's revelation about Felicia's true intentions hung heavy over us. We knew it was a trap, and that Felicia would likely double-cross us, but we couldn't just abandon her to Fisk's wrath.

"This is insane." I muttered, pacing back and forth. "We're walking into a setup, and we all know it."

Agrim, his eyes fixed on the map of the warehouse district where Fisk was known to operate, nodded. "We can't let her die, Ritvik. No matter what she's done, we have to try to save her."

Zain leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. "Felicia's not just a pawn in Fisk's game. She has her own agenda. If we can get her on our side, we might have a chance to take Fisk down for good."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I hope you're right, Zain. Because if this goes south, we're all in deep trouble."

With our plan hastily formed, we suited up and swung out into the night. The city sprawled below us, a labyrinth of lights and shadows. We moved silently, our minds focused on the task ahead.

As we approached the warehouse district, my spider-sense tingled, a familiar and unwelcome warning. We landed on a rooftop overlooking the area, scanning for any signs of movement.

"There." Agrim whispered, pointing towards a darkened alleyway. "That's our way in."

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AGRIM SHARMA'S POV:

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the old Fisk warehouse. I perched on a rooftop across the street, my senses heightened as I scanned the area. Ritvik was beside me, his eyes narrowed in concentration. This was it. Everything had led us to this moment.

"Looks quiet." Ritvik whispered, breaking the silence. "Too quiet."

I nodded, my mind racing with the implications. Felicia had fed us just enough information to bring us here, but the nagging doubt that this was all a trap refused to go away.

"Zain, are you in position?" I spoke into the comms, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, I'm on the east side." Zain replied. "No sign of Elektra yet, but keep your eyes peeled."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Alright, let's move in. Stay sharp."

Ritvik and I leapt from the rooftop, our movements silent as we approached the warehouse. The place was a relic from a bygone era, its walls covered in rust and graffiti. We slipped inside through a broken window, landing softly on the dusty floor.

The interior was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls. We moved cautiously, every sense on high alert. Suddenly, a noise echoed through the warehouse—a metallic clang that sent chills down my spine.

"Over there." Ritvik mouthed, pointing towards a stack of crates.

We crept closer, our eyes scanning the area. My heart pounded in my chest as we rounded the corner, only to find... nothing. Just empty crates and discarded junk.

"False alarm." I muttered, feeling a mix of relief and frustration.

But then, a movement caught my eye. I turned just in time to see a flash of silver—a sai slicing through the air. I barely dodged it, the blade grazing my arm as I rolled to the side.

"Elektra!" Ritvik shouted, springing into action.

Elektra was a blur of red and black, her movements fluid and deadly. She attacked with relentless precision, forcing us to split up. I somersaulted backward, narrowly avoiding another strike.