The ruins of Oscorp Tower smoldered in New York's underdistrict, a shattered monument to Norman Osborn's hubris in the neon-lit chaos of Earth-731, 2030. Peter Parker, now Mad Spider, swung through the smoke, Gwen Stacy webbed to his side, their escape from the collapsing tower a desperate blur. His blood-red costume hung in tatters, his spider-powers—strength, agility, regeneration—pushed to breaking, the pain from electroshock torture a burning pulse that fueled his Joker-like madness. He laughed, a wild, unhinged sound, as the city rioted below, sparked by Gwen's broadcast of Oscorp's neural implant plans. "We lit the fuse, Gwenny!" he quipped, his Deadpool-like humor sharp. Gwen, clutching her sparking tablet, her blonde hair streaked with ash, met his eyes with fierce love. "We did it, Peter. But it's not over."
Flashback: At 13, Peter and Gwen ran through a Queens park, her laughter a melody as they dodged sprinklers. "You're my best friend," she said, her smile bright. Peter's heart swelled, unaware that Oscorp would steal those days. That bond drove them now, a lifeline in the chaos.
The city was a warzone. Crowds stormed Oscorp's outposts, inspired by the Neon Shadows' broadcast, while Blackweb drones buzzed like wasps, their lasers cutting through the rebellion. Peter's regeneration healed burns, but his pain flared, each jolt a reminder of the lab. Razor, their last ally, limped beside them, his burned arm useless. "You're a legend, Spider," he said, grim. "But you're also a target." Peter's grin was sharp. "Good. Makes it easier to hit back." Gwen's tablet pinged—Cipher's sacrifice had spread the broadcast globally, crippling Oscorp's empire. But Peter's infamy grew; screens branded him a villain, his violence in the tower a dark myth.
They hid in a derelict factory, the ritual their anchor. Gwen's touch soothed Peter's burning nerves, their bond obsessive, a quiet intimacy that steadied his madness. "You're not what they say," she whispered, her hands gentle. Peter's laughter softened, raw. "Am I? I killed Norman, Gwenny. That's villain stuff." Flashback: At 20, Gwen watched Peter's torture, his KEEP READING his screams turning to laughter, his madness a shield. Now, her love kept him grounded, but the city's rebellion cast him as a monster.
Their plan was survival: vanish into the slums, regroup, and strike Oscorp's remnants. But the pain overwhelmed Peter, his laughter broken. Gwen's ritual was desperate, their bond a lifeline. "We'll rebuild," she vowed. Razor scouted, reporting heroes—Daredevil, Iron Man—hunting them, drawn by Peter's infamy. "They think you're the bad guy," Razor said. Peter's grin was cold. "Maybe they're right."
As they prepared to move, a Blackweb remnant attacked, drones and operatives seeking revenge. Mad Spider fought with chaotic fury, his webbing and strength a storm, his regeneration soaking up hits. "Bad day to die!" he taunted, his violence teetering into villainy. Gwen hacked a drone, redirecting its fire, her tech skills saving Razor. The fight was brutal, Peter's madness surging—he snapped an operative's neck, his laughter chilling. Gwen's shout pulled him back: "Peter, we're better!" He froze, her love a tether, but the hero's pursuit loomed.
Cliffhanger: Mad Spider, Gwen, and Razor vanish into the slums, the city burning. "They're coming for us," Peter laughs, his madness raging, as Daredevil's shadow moves in the distance.