Spider-Man: Camp Cretaceous

Family

"There's two of them," Darius whimpered, his voice barely a whisper as he and Ben stood back to back, adrenaline coursing through their veins. They were cornered, shadows of fear creeping closer as the two Scorpios prowled, their sleek bodies glimmering in the dim light like monstrous obsidian figures.

Laura and Kraven watched from a distance, hearts pounding as the Scorpios circled the four of them, their vicious claws slicing through the air. But to their astonishment, the threat was not directed at the children. In a sudden twist, the Scorpios lunged at one another, fierce snarls echoing through the darkening woods. A brutal fight erupted between the two creatures, a chaotic dance of teeth and tails as they struggled for dominance.

Kraven, initially prepared to defend, found himself spellbound by the ferocity of their battle. He retreated silently into the shadows of the trees, his gaze fixed on the spectacle, momentarily forgetting about the children he was meant to protect. It wasn't that he had any genuine affection for them; he had simply seen them as a means to lure the Scorpios closer, and he was, unfortunately, correct.

Laura, sensing the danger escalating, quickly grabbed Ben and Darius, yanking them toward the safety of their limo. As she pushed them inside, the weight of the moment bore down on her. She glanced anxiously at the second vial of antiserum, either back at their campsite or lost somewhere on the boat—neither place felt remotely safe now. They had to tread carefully; these creatures were not to be underestimated.

With a reflexive motion, Darius buckled himself in tightly, a survival instinct kicking in. "Reflex," he murmured, his wide eyes fixed on the chaos outside.

No sooner had he secured himself than the Scorpios collided with the limo, the force rattling the vehicle like a toy. Ben quickly buckled his seatbelt, his heart racing, while Laura instinctively slammed her knuckles against the sides of the car. She extended her claws, desperately trying to anchor herself amid the tumult. But the impact was overwhelming; the vehicle was heaved violently off course, smashing into a tree trunk before careening off a small cliff.

They found themselves dangling precariously, the world outside a whirlwind of chaos as belongings in the limo flew about in a bizarre ballet. Amid the scattered debris, Ben's eyes caught an unexpected sight—Kenji's hat, tumbling wildly as if searching for its owner.

"Huh, Kenji forgot his hat," Ben remarked, a strange feeling of normalcy cutting through the tension of the moment, even as danger loomed just outside.

On the yacht, Peter was looking over at the shore with a sorrowful look. He knew Laura could handle herself for a few extra minutes while they were waiting out the Scorpios, but Darius and Ben still risked getting harmed. If they got hurt, he swore he would hunt that creature down and rip off its-

"Hey," Brooklynn called, causing Peter to stop his train of thought and face her. "You okay?"

"I feel on edge," Peter stated. "I should have done something."

"What could you have done?" Brooklynn asked him. "You just got over the last encounter you had with the Scorpios. I'm sure they're fine. Laura can handle anything."

"As far as we know," Peter retorted with a sigh, rubbing his head. "Am I being overprotective?"

"Maybe. But... it is pretty sweet," Brooklynn admitted.

Peter sighed as he eyed the island.

"Aw, man." Kenji got their attention. "I left my captain's hat in the limo."

"Uh, Kenji? I think we have slightly bigger problems." Yaz scoffed.

"I know, I know." Kenji sighed. "We're heading back to the dock. Hopefully, the Scorpios has cleared out by now."