SPIDERMAN [JMJ]

17

The next day, the mood between Ken and Wenny was different. There was a newfound tension, but this time it wasn’t anger or jealousy—it was something else entirely. Something unspoken, lingering in the air. They hadn’t talked about the kiss, and Ken wasn’t sure if they should. There was a lot happening, and today wasn’t the day for personal reflection.

Kenjiro Nakamura, also known as Spider-Man, had a big mission ahead of her. It was Ken’s Day, a term used by the secret organization she worked with. Today, Ken was tasked with a high-stakes mission—one of the biggest she’d faced since becoming Spider-Man. The city’s most dangerous criminal mastermind was planning something massive, and it was up to Ken to stop him.

As Ken suited up, her heart was heavy. She couldn’t help but think about Wenny—her kiss, her vulnerability. It all felt so sudden. But there was no time to dwell on it now. She had to focus on the mission. Lives were at stake.

Ken met with her contact in the alleyway near the city’s docks. The informant, a nervous-looking man with a shifty gaze, handed her a USB drive.

“It’s all here,” he whispered. “The blueprints, the timing of the attack, everything. You have to stop them, Spider-Man. The whole city’s depending on you.”

Ken nodded, slipping the drive into her suit’s hidden pocket. “I’ll take care of it,” she promised, her voice steady.

The informant gave a shaky nod before disappearing into the shadows. Ken took a deep breath, pulling her mask over her face. She knew what she had to do: stop the bomb that was set to go off in the heart of the city. It was going to be a long night.

Swinging from building to building, Ken’s mind was sharp, focused entirely on the mission. She couldn’t afford any distractions, not now. The city’s safety was her top priority.

As she reached the designated area—an abandoned factory near the outskirts of town—Ken landed silently on the rooftop, scanning the perimeter. The place was heavily guarded, armed men patrolling every corner. She couldn’t go in guns blazing; this required finesse, strategy.

Ken quickly disabled two guards with her webs, securing them to the walls before they could raise the alarm. She crept inside, her senses heightened as she moved through the shadows.

Suddenly, her Spider-sense flared. Ken dodged just in time as a laser shot past her, hitting the wall with a loud bang. She cursed under her breath as a group of armed men spotted her, their weapons trained on her.

“Spider-Man’s here!” one of them shouted, triggering an alarm.

Ken sighed, knowing her stealth plan was officially out the window. “Well, so much for subtlety,” she muttered.

With lightning speed, she swung into action, dodging gunfire as she took down the guards one by one. Her movements were fluid, precise—punch, web, kick. But as more reinforcements arrived, Ken realized she was running out of time. The bomb was still somewhere in the building, ticking down.

She fought her way through the complex, taking out wave after wave of enemies. Her body ached from the strain, but she couldn’t stop. Not yet. She had to find the bomb.

Finally, Ken reached the control room, where the mastermind himself stood, watching the chaos unfold on a series of screens. His lips curled into a wicked smile as she entered.

“Ah, Spider-Man,” he sneered. “You’re too late. The countdown has already begun.”

Ken’s eyes darted to the clock on the screen. Five minutes left. She didn’t have much time.

“Not if I can help it,” Ken growled, launching herself at the villain.

They fought fiercely, trading blows as the seconds ticked by. Ken was faster, but the mastermind was ruthless, pulling no punches as he tried to take her down. She could feel her energy waning, but she pushed through the pain. She had to win this fight.

With a final, powerful kick, Ken sent the mastermind crashing into the control panel, knocking him out cold. Gasping for breath, she rushed to the bomb, her fingers flying over the wires as she worked to disarm it.

Thirty seconds left.

Ken’s heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t mess this up. One wrong move and the entire city would be in danger.

Ten seconds.

Finally, with a sharp click, the bomb’s timer stopped. Ken let out a shaky breath, her body sagging with relief.

She had done it. The city was safe.

But as Ken stood there, catching her breath, her mind drifted back to Wenny. The kiss. The feelings that had been stirred up inside her. She knew she couldn’t avoid it any longer. Once this mission was over, she had to figure out what she really wanted—and what Wenny meant to her.

For now, though, she just needed to get home.