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Spider-Man Mayham (AU) Chapter 329: Kraven’s War (11)
🕑 Added 2025-07-09 17:08:03 +0000 UTC[Third person POV]
“I will not forget this humiliation, Spider-Man,” Kraven growled, his voice low and feral as he twirled his daggers with expert precision, the deadly blades slicing through the air in smooth arcs.
Without wasting another second, Kraven lunged forward with a burst of savage energy. His daggers flashed as he slashed and thrust furiously, each blow aimed to pierce, maim, or kill. He moved with the wild grace of a predator—but Peter was faster.
Spider-Man parried and dodged each attack with an almost casual fluidity, his movements effortless and precise. “You know,” Peter said as he ducked under a wide swing and deflected another strike with his forearm, “for someone who prides himself on being a hunter, you really do a lot of growling. I’ve been counting.”
Kraven snarled in frustration, his attacks growing more erratic. “Is it a nervous tic?” Peter continued, his voice light. “If it is, no offense. I mean, it’s kind of cute.”
With a sudden spin, Peter delivered a sharp kick to Kraven’s torso, the impact sending the hunter tumbling backward across the rooftop. Kraven grunted as he rolled across the concrete, dust and debris flying in his wake. He sprang back to his feet, discarding his daggers and drawing a long staff from across his back in one smooth motion.
“Do you ever shut up?!” he roared, charging again, this time with his spear aimed like a javelin at Peter’s chest.
Peter sighed dramatically. “I’m afraid I can’t. It’s in my job description—Spider-Man: superhero, wall-crawler, professional annoyance.”
As Kraven lunged, Peter sidestepped, grabbed the shaft of the spear, and effortlessly redirected Kraven’s momentum—tossing him like a sack of flour across the rooftop. Before Kraven could recover, Peter fired a webline at his ankle and yanked hard. Kraven was pulled back across the rooftop, skidding like a hockey puck until Peter’s boot connected with his face, snapping his head back and splitting his lip open.
“Imma be honest with you,” Peter said as Kraven, bleeding now, cut the web with his staff and jumped back into a fighting stance.
“You’re not exactly at the top of my priorities list today. In fact, you're way down there. Below laundry. Below taxes.” Peter launched forward with a fist cocked back, full of momentum and speed.
Kraven raised his spear defensively, but the impact of Peter’s punch shattered the weapon like it was made of glass. The hunter was launched backward from the blow, hitting the rooftop hard.
Growling with fury, Kraven slammed the broken spearhead into the rooftop, slowing his slide. He quickly reached for a handful of compact bombs from his belt, his eyes narrowed in hatred. “Then I’ll just have to jump up the ranks the hard way.”
“The only thing you’re jumping,” Peter quipped, appearing in front of him in a blur, “is straight off this building.”
In one fluid motion, Peter snatched the bombs and ripped the belt clean off Kraven with a blur of motion. He followed up with a spinning kick that sent Kraven hurtling off the rooftop’s edge.
“Toodle-loo~!” Peter sang, wiggling his fingers in a mocking farewell. He watched as Kraven reached for his whip midair, but lost interest in the outcome.
His attention was stolen by a new presence—Felicia.
She swung into view with feline grace, flipping through the air and landing low to the ground on all fours. Her suit shimmered under the moonlight, and she let out a low, rumbling growl. Her eyes glinted with a wild, dangerous gleam.
“Hello, priority number one,” Peter said with a grin beneath his mask.
Felicia wasted no time. She sprinted toward him like a panther pouncing for the kill and leapt, her claws extended. Peter met her charge without hesitation. Their hands collided midair, fingers interlocking in a powerful struggle. The force of their clash sent a shockwave blasting outward, cracking the rooftop beneath them in a spiderweb pattern.
Felicia bared her fangs, growling as strands of saliva glinted at the corners of her lips. She pushed with all her strength, trying to force Peter back. He leaned in slightly, his voice playful and teasing.
“I gotta say,” Peter murmured, his voice dropping an octave, “you look gorgeous when you’re mad at me. Like you just want to eat me alive.”
Felicia didn’t respond with words—only an intensified growl.
Peter chuckled, returning the growl, but his had a sultry edge to it. “Rawr~”
“Father!” a voice echoed in his—Aria, clearly unamused.
Peter laughed and said quickly, “Sorry, sorry!” Then, with renewed focus, he twisted, disengaged from Felicia, and launched himself forward—grabbing her around the waist and tackling her through a portal that shimmered into existence behind her.
They both vanished in a flash of light, reappearing high in the Arctic skies. The bitter cold slammed into them immediately.
Peter drove her down into the snow with a crash, creating a plume of white powder. Her suit lit up, absorbing the kinetic force of the impact. Peter rolled off her and flipped back into a ready stance, his body crackling with energy.
“Alright,” he said, breath misting in the air, “Out here it's just you and me, your back luck is just between the two of us”
The snow shifted—and Felicia exploded from the ground in a surge of white and silver, her hair whipping like a banner in the frigid wind. She landed with feline grace, her muscles tense.
With a low snarl, she flexed her fingers, and her claws extended—long, sharp, and glowing with a silvery light, glinting with Anti-metal. They pulsed once by her energy wrapping around them, and she slashed the air. A wave of energy carved through the snow in vicious claw marks.
Peter reacted instantly, zigzagging between each slash attack she threw at him at super-speed, the glowing claw marks narrowly missing him as he accelerated. Snow exploded in every direction as he closed the distance.
He appeared before her in a blink, his fist a blur, and landed a devastating punch to her jaw.
Felicia flew backward like a missile, her body tumbling across the frozen tundra. Felicia slid violently across the snow, her claws tearing through the icy surface as she scrambled back onto all fours. Her glowing silver nails sliced furrows into the ground as she charged toward Peter with wild speed, her movements raw and primal.
Peter didn’t hesitate—he sprinted to meet her, his boots crunching the snow beneath him as their paths collided in a whirlwind of violence. They clashed in a brutal, frenzied brawl. Felicia’s claws swiped with unrelenting fury, arcing through the air in blurs of silver, each strike capable of tearing his suit—and him—apart.
Peter didn’t let a single blow land. His arms moved at such high velocity they left afterimages, a shimmering blur trailing every block and parry. His fists fired back like shotguns, each punch packing devastating force. They thudded against her body with explosive sound, the air vibrating with every hit. He focused his assault on her face—the least armored part of her—where her flesh was vulnerable.
Blood sprayed across the snow in jagged splashes as Peter held nothing back. He struck with grim precision, trying to end the fight before it escalated further. But Felicia wasn’t just tanking the hits—she was building up energy.
Then she caught his fist.
Peter’s eyes widened slightly as Felicia’s hand clamped around his knuckles. Her head was lowered, silver hair cascading like a curtain to hide her face. Blood ran down her chin and dripped onto the snow, staining it a deep crimson. For a moment, everything felt still—until she looked up.
Her face was streaked with blood, her eyes ablaze with raw fury. She looked feral. Furious. Ready for payback.
She let out a guttural roar as her body erupted with energy—vibranium pulses and raw power exploded outward in a concussive wave. Peter was blasted off his feet and hurled through the air. He flipped midair and landed in a crouch, skidding back.
But Felicia was already airborne, descending like a meteor with her heel aimed at his skull.
Peter crossed his arms over his head just in time, absorbing the blow—but the moment they collided, a surge of energy burst between them. Felicia’s bad luck triggered an overload, short-circuiting Peter’s suit system. A wave of destructive force tore through the ground, ripping up ice and snow, sending huge chunks of terrain into the sky. The glowing symbols on Peter’s chest flickered and dimmed.
His HUD blinked once—and then blacked out.
His connection to Aria vanished.
Alarms flared in the corners of his mind, but before he could regain control, Felicia was already attacking. Her strikes were a storm, a relentless barrage of clawed swipes and powered punches. Peter slipped on a fractured chunk of ice, just enough for her claws to slash across his face. His mask tore apart—and blood sprayed out from the gashes carved into his cheek.
The pain only sharpened his instincts.
Peter caught her incoming claw with one hand and slammed his forehead into hers. The crack was sickening. Her nose shattered instantly, and a couple of teeth flew out from the force. Felicia stumbled, dazed, blood pouring from her face.
Peter didn’t hesitate. He drove his shoulder into her midsection and tackled her to the ground, roaring with effort.
He stood over her and punched downward with every ounce of power he had—but her suit reacted instantly. A dome of kinetic energy surged outward, dispersing snow in every direction.
Peter punched again. Another explosion of force erupted.
And again. And again.
His fists began to glow—bright blue with concentrated chi. The ground trembled with each strike as he accelerated, his arms a blur. Punches rained down like meteors, each one triggering a mini-shockwave from Felicia’s failing armor. But Peter stuck himself to the ground with his feet and pushed through the resistance. His fury and power built until he was punching faster than her suit could absorb.
The vibranium-enhanced armor screamed in protest, flickering erratically—and then it shattered.
The pieces of her suit burst outward like shrapnel, and Felicia screamed.
Peter leaded back, pulled his arm back, and summoned all his strength. His entire arm glowed with energy—crackling blue chi wrapped around it like lightning.
And then he brought it down.
The strike was like thunder. A blinding flash and an explosive shockwave tore through the ice. Felicia’s body convulsed as electricity ripped through her nervous system. Blood gushed from her mouth as her limbs jerked and then dropped limp.
Still.
Unmoving.
Peter panted heavily, his mask half-ripped, his face bleeding, his knuckles raw. The air around him shimmered with leftover energy and steam. His suit rebooted slowly, and his HUD blinked back to life.
“Systems online,” came Aria’s voice, gentle and concerned. “Daddy… are you alright?”
Peter didn’t answer immediately. He stood over Felicia’s unconscious body, the snowy crater around them a testament to their battle. Ice cracked beneath his boots as he took a shaky breath.
“…I’m so getting arrested for domestic violence,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing the blood from his chin.
He looked around at the frozen wasteland their fight had caused. Chunks of glacier-sized ice had been ripped free, and snow had been vaporized in places. If this fight had happened in a city… he didn’t even want to imagine the casualties.
And then… his Spider-Sense flared.
It wasn't a threat. But it was something… powerful.
He froze mid-step. A chill ran down his spine—deeper than the cold air around him. Slowly, Peter walked away from Felicia’s unconscious form. He followed the signal, his instincts pulling him forward like a magnet.
He dropped to his knees several meters away, ignoring Aria’s increasingly worried voice. He brushed away snow frantically, revealing a sheet of ice beneath. Embedded deep in the frozen layer was something impossible.
A white star.
Peter’s breath caught. He scraped faster, uncovering more.
A circular shield. Red, white, and blue.
Heart pounding, Peter cleared the rest of the snow and ice—until a face emerged beneath the surface.
Frozen in time. Eyes closed. Peaceful. Familiar.
Peter’s hands trembled as he looked down at the man buried in the Arctic ice.
“…Holy hell,” he whispered, barely able to breathe. “I think I just found Captain America.”
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