Spider-Man: Web of Shadows

Chapter 110: Into the Storm

The energy in the air was suffocating.

Peter's muscles tensed as he stared down the newcomer, his every instinct screaming danger.

The reinforced lab lights flickered, casting eerie shadows against the cold steel walls.

The man before him was no ordinary thug-he carried himself with a presence that demanded authority. And the way his gauntlet hummed with energy? Yeah, that wasn't great either.

Peter took a slow step forward. "You know, dramatic entrances are kind of my thing," he said, tilting his head. "But hey, I respect the effort."

The figure didn't laugh.

Didn't move.

Didn't blink.

Then, in one swift motion, he fired.

Peter's spider-sense screamed, and he flipped backward just as a blast of energy ripped through the floor where he'd stood. The sheer force of it sent chunks of reinforced metal flying, embedding themselves into the walls.

Peter barely had time to process before the man lunged at him with inhuman speed.

Oh, come on.

Peter ducked the first strike, but the second came faster-too fast. A shockwave of energy burst from the man's gauntlet, catching Peter mid-air and hurling him across the room. He crashed through a lab table, sending equipment flying. His ribs burned from the impact.

Okay. This guy wasn't playing around.

Peter coughed, pushing himself up. "Alright. So, you've got cool toys. Mind telling me your name before we do this whole 'try to kill Spider-Man' thing?"

The man straightened, his cold gaze never wavering."My name is Gustav Fiers."

Peter froze.

The name sent a jolt through his mind, like a puzzle piece clicking into place. He'd heard it before-deep in the files he'd stolen from Oscorp months ago.

The Gentleman.

A name whispered among the criminal elite. A strategist. A manipulator. A man who never got his hands dirty-because he never needed to.

And yet, here he was.

Peter swallowed. "Huh. So, what, you finally decided to get out from behind the curtain?"

Fiers' expression didn't change. "Circumstances required it."

He took a slow step forward, the hum of his gauntlet growing louder. "And I can't allow you to interfere any further."

Before Peter could react, Fiers vanished.

His spider-sense flared, but it was already too late— a fist crashed into his side, sending him sprawling again. Pain shot through his ribs as he tumbled across the lab. The world blurred for a second before he landed hard against the reinforced glass of a containment chamber.

Fiers teleported? No-too fast for that.

Enhanced speed? Augmented reflexes?

Peter barely had time to think before Fiers was on him again, his gauntlet crackling with raw power. He aimed a direct blast at Peter's chest.

Reacting purely on instinct, Peter shot a web at the floor, yanking himself down just as the blast shattered the glass behind him. The force sent a shockwave through the entire room.

"Okay, I take it back," Peter muttered, flipping onto his feet. "This is way past my pay grade."

Fiers wasn't even winded. He turned to face Peter again, his movements precise, calculated.

"You are persistent," he observed.

Peter rolled his shoulders, ignoring the throbbing pain in his ribs. "Yeah, it's kind of my thing."

Fiers exhaled, almost disappointed. "This is a waste of time."

Then, without warning-he tapped a device on his wrist.

Immediately, every screen in the lab flickered to life, displaying encrypted files, schematics, and data Peter couldn't begin to decipher. But one image stood out—a symbol. A deep purple insignia, stylized like an eight-legged spider.

Peter's blood ran cold.

No.

Not again.

Not them.

"Looks like you've been keeping busy," Peter said, forcing himself to sound casual. "Stealing from Oscorp? Stark? You're not exactly subtle, man."

Fiers tilted his head. "You misunderstand, Spider-Man."

He turned toward the screens, his expression unreadable. "I'm not stealing their technology."

The images shifted-plans for exo-suits, enhanced drones, and bio-organic weapons.

And beneath it all, one line of text burned into Peter's vision:

"Project Final Web: Phase One Initiated."

Peter's pulse spiked.

"You're building something," he realized.

His mind raced. "No-you're assembling something."

The puzzle pieces were clicking too fast. The missing tech. The break-ins. The precision.

This wasn't just about stealing.

This was preparation.

Fiers gave the faintest of smirks.

"Now you understand."

Peter took a step forward. "If you think I'm just gonna let this slide-"

Fiers raised his gauntlet again, cutting him off.

"It's too late."

Then-the lab went dark.

Every screen, every light, every system shut down at once.

Peter's spider-sense screamed, but before he could move-Fiers was gone.

Vanished.

Leaving Peter alone in the silent, pitch-black lab.

And for the first time in a long while—

He felt like he was already losing.

End of chapter 110.