Black Webs

Everglow

Like brothers in blood,
sisters who ride
yeah, we swore on that night,
we'd be friends till we died,
but the changing of winds
and the way waters flow
life as short as falling of snow,
and now I'm gonna miss you, I know

t h i r t y - f o u r

S t i l e s

He's trying to kill you. Wake up. Snap out of it.

Allison Argent was dead.

Allison Argent was dead.

And the two people he cared about most in this world were devastated because of it.

Allison Argent was dead and it was likely all his fault.

Derek jumped into the brawl to aid him, disrupting Peter's grip on him completely. That was enough to shake him out of his funk, at least temporarily.

If he continued to lose himself in the ultra despair and shock of what had just happened, more people would die, including he himself.

Spiderman was no good to anyone dead.

When he turned around and watched Derek and Peter fight, he realized the resemblance in their moves, the way both their eyes glowed with the same fire, even their anger reverberated in analogous growls.

This was a family feud.

Except for one major difference, while Derek wore his fury like armor, Peter wore his like a weapon.

Scott was seething, his face burning the color of rage. Lydia was now holding Allison's lifeless body, weeping silently and too grief-stricken to help.

"I'm going to kill the bastard!" he spat.

Spiderman pushed him back. "We'll handle him. We don't kill, remember? That's what you said. We're not killers."

"He killed her! He killed Allison!"

"Shh, I know. And he's going to pay for what he's done. Just not like this. Alright? I'll deal with the son of a bitch." Spiderman patted his best friend on the shoulder, one firm squeeze of reassurance.

Scott needed a whole lot more than one firm squeeze of reassurance. He in fact, needed a cuppa of something warm, two blankets, a Game of Thrones binge-watch and a Stilinski family bear hug.

Or maybe all he truly needed was his girlfriend back.

"You go downstairs and shut down the main frame. Can you do that? I want you to destroy all of the machines they used to create these monsters."

Scott nodded, he didn't look at all like he needed any convincing. "Yeah. Destroying stuff sounds like just what I need to do right now." He darted off and Spiderman joined Derek in his attack on Peter.

Most of Peter's subordinates were down now. Isaac and Malia had taken care of them, Allison had also defeated quite a few before they took her out. Spiderman figured Stern was still lying pathetically on the floor downstairs.

Finally, finally they had Peter on his knees. Derek tied him up and Spiderman held a blade to his throat. "You're going to ask all your little friends to stand down immediately, you're going to call whoever's left raising terror in the streets to visit your office urgently for an important meeting,"

"I'm not walking my people right into a trap," Peter laughed. "And you're not going to kill me. So how exactly do you think you've got the upper hand, even if you've bested me in battle?"

"There's worse things than death," Spiderman said, with a sardonic grin.

"Face it, Peter. It's game over. Your great big plan of evil failed. You've been defeated." Spiderman spat. "Maybe," he said. "I'm just glad if I'm going down, I took one of your comrades with me." He said, laughing suddenly, maniacally.