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Fight or die || Spider-man [Spider-man homecoming]

The dim light of the abandoned warehouse flickered ominously, casting long shadows that danced across the cracked concrete floor. The air was thick with tension as Spider-Man and Y/n crept silently through the maze of rusted machinery and forgotten crates. They had been tracking a dangerous new villain through the city, one whose activities had escalated beyond the typical crimes Spider-Man was used to dealing with.

Y/n, a skilled and resourceful ally, had insisted on coming along despite Peter's concerns. She wasn't one to back down, especially when innocent lives were at stake. Tonight, they were a team, and they both knew it was going to take everything they had to get through this.

"Stay close," Peter whispered, his senses on high alert. The eerie quiet of the warehouse only heightened his unease. He could feel the tingling at the base of his skull—his Spider-Sense warning him that danger was near.

"I'm right behind you," Y/n replied, her voice steady but tinged with the same unease Peter felt. She held a small flashlight, its beam cutting through the darkness as they moved deeper into the warehouse.

Suddenly, a loud clang echoed through the space, making them both freeze in place. Peter's heart raced as his eyes darted around, searching for the source of the noise. He crouched down, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and menacing. It was the villain they had been hunting—a twisted individual known as The Weaver, who had taken on the persona of a deranged spider-themed criminal. He wore a dark, tattered cloak that seemed to move with a life of its own, and his eyes glowed eerily in the darkness.

"Spider-Man," The Weaver hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "And his little companion. How delightful."

Peter clenched his fists, stepping protectively in front of Y/n. "This ends tonight, Weaver. You're done terrorizing this city."

The Weaver chuckled, a sound that sent chills down Y/n's spine. "Oh, I think not. You see, I've been weaving a little web of my own, and you've both walked right into it."

Before Peter could react, the floor beneath them gave way, and they plunged into a hidden pit below. The ground seemed to swallow them whole, and they landed hard in a dark, enclosed space. Peter groaned as he pushed himself up, quickly checking to make sure Y/n was okay.

"I'm fine," she said, wincing slightly as she stood up beside him. But their relief was short-lived.

They were trapped in a large, underground chamber with no visible exits. The walls were lined with thick, sticky webbing, and the faint skittering of something large echoed through the darkness. Peter's Spider-Sense was blaring now, urging him to move, to get out—but there was no clear way out.

"The Weaver's lair," Y/n murmured, realization dawning on her. "He's been luring people down here... trapping them."

Peter nodded, his mind racing as he scanned their surroundings. "We have to find a way out before whatever's down here finds us."

The skittering grew louder, and Y/n's flashlight flickered, revealing dozens of small, glowing eyes staring at them from the darkness. Spiders—huge, mutated spiders—began to crawl out of the webbing, converging on them from all sides.

Peter grabbed Y/n's hand, pulling her close. "Stay with me. I'm not letting anything happen to you."

With a quick flick of his wrist, Peter shot a web at the ceiling, pulling them both up and out of the reach of the advancing spiders. They swung across the chamber, narrowly avoiding the grasp of the sticky webs below.

But as they soared through the air, The Weaver's voice echoed through the chamber, mocking them. "You can't escape, Spider-Man. This is my domain, and here, I am the master."

Peter grit his teeth, frustration boiling inside him. The Weaver was toying with them, but Peter wasn't about to let him win. He spotted a narrow passage on the far side of the chamber—an opening just large enough for them to squeeze through.

"There!" Peter shouted, aiming another web at the passage and pulling them toward it. They landed hard but managed to scramble into the passage before the spiders could catch up.

The tunnel was dark and narrow, forcing them to crawl through the tight space. Peter could feel the walls closing in, the claustrophobic pressure making it hard to breathe. But Y/n was right behind him, her determination pushing them forward.

"We're almost there," Peter said, more to reassure himself than anything. He could see a faint light ahead, a glimmer of hope that they might make it out of this nightmare.

But as they emerged into another chamber, they were met with a horrifying sight. The Weaver stood at the center of the room, surrounded by the bodies of his previous victims, all encased in webbing, their faces frozen in terror.

Y/n gasped, covering her mouth in shock. Peter's stomach churned, but he forced himself to focus. They had to end this—now.

"You're sick, Weaver," Peter said, his voice laced with anger. "This is over."

The Weaver sneered, raising his arms as the webbing in the chamber came to life, twisting and writhing like a living creature. "Not until you join them, Spider-Man."

The webbing lashed out at them, and Peter barely had time to react. He pushed Y/n out of the way, taking the brunt of the attack as the sticky strands wrapped around him, pulling him toward The Weaver.

"Peter!" Y/n cried, scrambling to help him, but the webbing was too strong.

Peter struggled against the webbing, his strength waning as The Weaver tightened his grip. But he wasn't giving up—not when Y/n's life was on the line.

With a final burst of energy, Peter shot a web at a nearby support beam, pulling it down with all his might. The beam crashed into The Weaver, breaking his concentration and loosening the webbing just enough for Peter to free himself.

"Now, Y/n!" Peter shouted, and she didn't hesitate. Grabbing a sharp piece of debris from the floor, she cut through the remaining webbing, freeing Peter completely.

The Weaver screamed in rage as his control over the webbing faltered. Peter didn't waste a second. He launched himself at The Weaver, delivering a powerful punch that sent the villain crashing to the ground, unconscious.

Breathing heavily, Peter turned to Y/n, who was already at his side. "Are you okay?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes wide with a mixture of relief and lingering fear. "Yeah... I think so. That was close."

Peter pulled her into a quick hug, his heart still racing. "Too close. Let's get out of here."

They found their way back to the surface, emerging into the cool night air, the stars still twinkling overhead. It was over. They had survived.

As they stood there, catching their breath, Peter looked at Y/n, grateful beyond words that she was safe. "You were amazing back there," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Y/n returned the smile, though it was tinged with exhaustion. "So were you. We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Peter nodded, his heart swelling with pride. "Yeah, we do. And next time, let's try to avoid any underground lairs, okay?"

Y/n laughed softly, the tension finally easing as they started walking back home. "Agreed. But if there is a next time... I'm glad I'll have you by my side."

Peter grinned, his hand brushing against hers as they walked. "Always."

And as they made their way back to the city, the shadows of the night no longer seemed so daunting, knowing they had each other to face whatever came next.