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Chapter 89 – All-Out Battle
🕑 Added 2025-11-01 16:21:25 +0000 UTC“Help evacuate the civilians. When Natasha gets here, tell her to contact the one-eyed bastard immediately—and make sure this brain-dead idiot doesn’t get in the way.”
Lucas pointed straight at General Ross. The implication was obvious.
Ross’s face darkened, his temper about to explode—until Lucas raised his gun and pressed the barrel directly to his forehead.
“Say one more word,” Lucas said, his tone flat and cold, “and I’ll blow your head off.”
His gaze was as merciless as a blade, as if he were already staring at a corpse.
Ross swallowed hard. He could feel it—Lucas wasn’t bluffing.
And Lucas truly wasn’t. The only reason Ross was still breathing was because Lucas hadn’t switched from his rifle to his sword.
“Don’t!”
Betty rushed over, stepping in front of Ross before Lucas could move again.
Lucas lowered the Judicator, not sparing Ross a single glance.
That was when Natasha arrived—followed by a squad of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in black tactical gear. Even Barton was with her.
“Help evacuate the crowd. And keep an eye on that idiot.”
Lucas’s tone was clipped and commanding.
Natasha nodded sharply. She immediately took over, declaring the site under S.H.I.E.L.D. control and ordering her team to seal every exit, keeping all civilians out.
Then—thwip!—a web shot cut through the air.
Spider-Man swung into view, landing lightly on a streetlight amidst the wreckage of Chinatown.
“Hey, uh—what’s going on here?” Peter asked, wide-eyed at the devastation.
“This isn’t the time for questions. Help evacuate people, then get over here and back me up.”
Lucas barked the order and sprinted straight toward the raging Abomination and Hulk.
The two monsters had already healed from their wounds and turned their fury on him.
“Damn insect! You actually hurt me!” Abomination bellowed, charging forward.
Lucas met him head-on, his blade flashing like silver lightning. With one twist of his sword, he carved deep into Abomination’s arm—the flesh split open, blood spraying, bone and sinew laid bare.
Without slowing, the sword’s tip drove straight through Abomination’s chest, piercing him clean from front to back.
“ARGHHHH—!”
Abomination howled in agony. Green blood poured from the gaping wound, his vision blurring as he fell to one knee.
But even on his knees, he refused to give in. The rage inside him boiled hotter than ever, demanding release.
“ROOOOAAARR!!”
Before Lucas’s eyes, the wound sealed shut—flesh knitting, blood vanishing—leaving behind only a faint scar. His regeneration was absurd, even greater than Deacon Foss’s.
“Die, insect!!”
Abomination lunged, grabbing Lucas by the ankle and hurling him through the air like a ragdoll.
The wind roared in Lucas’s ears. He twisted midair but couldn’t regain control. The concrete wall loomed closer—
Then thwip-thwip! Two lines of web shot across the air, weaving a massive net in an instant. Lucas slammed into it, the web’s elasticity absorbing his momentum.
He flipped free and landed smoothly, sword in hand.
Two figures—one in red and one in white—dropped from the sky beside him. They landed silently, catlike.
“Hey, buddy!” Peter’s voice rang out before his feet even touched the ground. “You’re ugly as hell, you know that? That puke-yellow skin tone—terrible choice. You should try red, man! Classic, stylish, says confidence. Take notes!”
His mouth ran like a machine gun, each word sharper than the last.
Beside him, Gwen didn’t say a thing. Compared to Peter, she looked positively normal.
“Damn bugs! I’ll rip that mouth off your face!” Abomination snarled, stomping down and launching himself forward like a rocket. The pavement cracked under his step.
To most eyes, he was a blur. But to Peter and Gwen—blessed with inhuman reflexes—it was slow motion.
Peter dodged lightly, firing two webs straight into Abomination’s eyes. Then, in a single acrobatic flip, he landed on the monster’s broad back, yanking the web-lines like reins.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
Abomination rampaged blindly, crashing into walls, cars, and lampposts as he tried to throw Peter off. His vision was nothing but sticky white web.
Meanwhile, Hulk barreled toward Lucas.
The pure, childlike creature had lost himself to fury again. To Hulk, Lucas was no longer an ally—he was the enemy who shot him. And enemies had to be smashed.
“Go help the Spider duo. I’ll handle Hulk.”
Lucas didn’t hesitate. He fired a single shot at Hulk, forcing him to block instinctively and halt his charge.
Gwen nodded, then turned and fired webs at Abomination, using the momentum to deliver a powerful midair kick straight into his jaw.
“HULK!!!”
Hulk roared, blood spurting from the hole that Lucas’s shot had blown through his palm. His rage skyrocketed. He swung a colossal hand down, intent on crushing Lucas.
Lucas darted aside, green wind swirling around him. Energy gathered in his palm and coalesced into spectral claws, which snapped forward and clamped onto Hulk’s arm.
With a sharp twist—
BOOM!
Hulk’s massive frame was thrown to the ground. Four more energy claws materialized, pinning him in place like chains.
The Hulk roared, muscles straining, the sheer power of his struggle cracking the pavement beneath him. The claws began to flicker under the force.
Lucas waved his hand again, summoning more claws that bound Hulk tighter, sealing him in place. But Hulk’s rage—and his strength—only kept growing.
Across the street, Abomination wasn’t faring nearly as well.
Peter and Gwen fought like a perfect team—his strength matching Abomination’s, her agility keeping him off balance. Together, they overwhelmed him.
Layer upon layer of webbing wrapped around Abomination’s body. Each time he tore one, five more replaced it. Before long, he was completely cocooned, only his head sticking out, the rest of him glued to a wall.
Every time he twitched, Gwen added another layer, expression calm and efficient.
At her feet lay the empty shells of at least ten web cartridges—all spent on one monster.
Peter strolled up, hoisting a car over his shoulder like it was a toy.
“Think this’ll finish him off?” he asked casually, grinning beneath his mask.
Gwen gave the car and the cocooned Abomination a calculating look, as if she were running the math in her head.
Then—BOOM!
A red-and-gold suit of armor dropped from the sky, thrusters sputtering, armor scarred and scorched.
“I say,” Tony’s voice came through the helmet speaker, “it’s worth a shot.”
