Not So Friendly Anymore

Chapter 8: The Siege of the Raft

The night sky over the Raft was cloaked in a thick layer of clouds, hiding the stars and the moon as if nature itself was trying to shield the world from the darkness about to unfold. The prison, once a beacon of security, now felt like a fortress under siege. Inside, the most dangerous villains were locked away, but tonight, the real threat came from the outside, and from someone the heroes never expected to turn against them.

Spider-Man crouched atop a nearby building, his enhanced senses scanning the area, calculating his next move with cold precision. He had taken every precaution, planned for every possible outcome. This was the final step in his mission, a mission that had started with a simple desire to protect his city but had spiraled into something much darker.

He had cut the power to the Raft moments ago, and now the prison was running on backup generators. It was a small advantage, but every edge counted in this fight. Spider-Man taking advantage of his suits ability to camouflage, blended into the shadows as he made his way toward the prison's entrance.

Inside the Raft, Iron Man, Captain America, and Black Widow were on high alert. They knew Peter was coming; they just didn't know when or how. Tony Stark's armor was in constant communication with the prison's systems, monitoring for any sign of intrusion. Steve Rogers stood at the ready, his shield in hand, his gaze steely and unwavering. Natasha Romanoff, hidden in the rafters, scanned the room with eyes honed by years of espionage.

The tension was palpable, an electric charge that crackled in the air. They were prepared for a fight, but they weren't prepared for what Peter had become.

Spider-Man breached the outer perimeter, bypassing the security systems with ease. He had already disabled the cameras, ensuring that his movements went unnoticed until it was too late. He moved like a shadow, silent and unseen, his mind focused on the task at hand.

As he approached the inner sanctum of the Raft, Peter hesitated for just a moment. His thoughts flickered back to the days when he had fought alongside these heroes, when they had stood together against the worst the world had to offer. But that was a lifetime ago, and the world had changed. He had changed.

With a deep breath, Peter pushed the memories aside and pressed forward. He reached the main entrance, the large steel doors sealed tight. But Spider-Man was no longer bound by the limitations of the man he once was. With a single thought, he activated a device he had placed on the door earlier, one that sent a powerful electric charge through the system, short-circuiting the locks.

The doors slid open with a heavy groan, and Peter stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking onto the figures waiting for him.

Tony Stark was the first to speak, his voice echoing through the metal chamber. "Peter, you don't have to do this. It's not too late to walk away."

Peter's gaze was cold, devoid of the warmth that had once defined him. "It's already too late, Tony. You all made your choice."

Captain America stepped forward, his shield at the ready but his posture non-threatening. "Peter, listen to us. We understand you're angry, but this isn't the way. We can help you."

Peter's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Help? Like you helped me when I needed you? When the world turned on me, you all stood by and watched."

Natasha's voice cut through the tension, sharp and to the point. "You're not the only one who's experienced terrible things in his life, Peter. We've all lost pieces of ourselves. But this, this path you're on, it's not justice."

Peter's eyes flickered with a flash of anger. "Don't lecture me about justice, Natasha. You're the last person who should be talking about it."

Tony took a step closer, his armor clanking softly. "Peter, please. Don't make us do this. We don't want to fight you."