The slums of New York's underdistrict were a neon-lit purgatory, a fitting stage for Peter Parker, Mad Spider, and Gwen Stacy as they prepared to face Oscorp's wrath. It was 2030, and Earth-731's dystopian sprawl pulsed with danger, the city's screens flashing warnings of a superhuman prototype designed to hunt them. Peter's blood-red costume was battle-worn, his spider-powers—strength, agility, regeneration—pushed to their limits. The pain from Oscorp's electroshock torture burned, a constant pulse that fueled his Joker-like madness. He laughed, perched on a rusted water tower, his voice sharp. "They're sending a new toy," he quipped, twirling a stolen knife. "Hope it's got a warranty!" Gwen, her tablet glowing, shot him a look. "This isn't a game, Peter. That prototype's like you—but worse."
Flashback: At 17, Peter endured the first spider-serum injection, his screams echoing as Norman watched. "You'll be my legacy," Norman said, his hubris blinding him to Peter's breaking mind. That legacy was now a monster, and Peter was ready to face it.
Gwen's tablet revealed the prototype's specs: enhanced strength, speed, and neural implants for control, a twisted mirror of Peter's powers. Razor, nursing his wounds, scouted the slums. "It's coming," he said. "Blackweb's tracking us." The Neon Shadows, scattered but loyal, sent a signal: they'd regroup for a final assault on Oscorp Tower. Peter trained Gwen and Razor, his spider-senses sharpening their tactics. "Hit fast, hit hard," he said, his Deadpool-like humor masking pain. But his violence worried Gwen—his training drills were brutal, his laughter cold.
The prototype struck at dawn, a hulking figure in black armor, its spider-like limbs gleaming. It crashed through a warehouse, its strength shattering walls. Mad Spider met it head-on, his webbing and agility a blur. "Nice look! Did Oscorp run out of style?" he taunted, dodging a claw that sliced steel. The prototype was relentless, its neural implants making it precise, unfeeling. Peter's regeneration healed gashes, but the pain flared, his madness surging. Flashback: At 19, Norman tested Peter's limits, shocks pushing him to the edge. "You're perfect," Norman said, unaware he'd created chaos.
Gwen hacked the prototype's signal, trying to disrupt its implants, but Blackweb's AI countered her. Razor fired EMPs, slowing the beast, but it targeted Gwen, sensing her importance. Peter's rage erupted, his violence unchecked as he webbed the prototype's limbs, slamming it into a wall. "You don't touch her!" he roared, his laughter wild. Gwen's voice cut through: "Peter, you're better than this!" Her plea reached him, his madness wavering. He focused, using his spider-senses to find a weak point—an exposed neural core. He webbed it, shattering the implants, and the prototype collapsed, its systems fried.
They fled, Gwen's tablet sparking from the hack. "We can't keep running," she said, her voice desperate. Peter's eyes were raw, his pain overwhelming. Their ritual began, her touch a lifeline, their bond obsessive. "You're my hero," she whispered. He laughed, broken. "Some hero." Razor urged them to move—the Neon Shadows were ready for the final assault on Oscorp Tower.
Cliffhanger: Mad Spider, Gwen, and Razor prepare for the tower assault, the prototype's defeat a hollow victory. "Time to end this," Peter laughs, his madness teetering, as Blackweb's forces mass on the horizon.