Jessica was still reeling—not just from the fall, or from losing her mask, but from something far more unsettling.
Why did Ghost-Spider just call her Jessica?
And more importantly… why did her voice sound exactly like Gwen's?
Before she could sort through the confusion, a shadow loomed over her. It was Rhino, charging at full force, fist cocked and ready to crush.
"Hah! You should've listened to your mom and stayed home, kid! Too late now!" he bellowed.
That line hit deeper than he realized.
"Mom…" Jessica's mind flashed to her past—her real family, long gone. The trauma hit like a freight train, leaving her frozen just long enough to spell disaster.
Rhino grinned. "What, struck a nerve? I'm so scared!"
His massive fist came crashing down—just millimeters from her head.
WHAM!
A blur of black slammed upward into Rhino's jaw, snapping his head back like a broken action figure. His whole body twisted midair before crashing down hard on the pavement.
"You ever hear of manners?" Jack Kadere asked coolly, flexing his gloved hand.
The Knight Spider armor shimmered faintly in the streetlight. Rhino's eyes rolled as he groaned, stars dancing in his vision.
Jack tilted his head. "Tough guy. Still breathing. Let's fix that."
On the ground, Jessica sat stunned, caught between shock and awe.
I still have to survive. I haven't even paid my brother back yet—I'm not dying here!
She scrambled to her feet and charged, shouting, "You jerk! Don't talk about someone's mom like that—huh?"
Her tirade died as she noticed Rhino laid out on the ground, twitching beneath the weight of Jack's armored boot.
"B-Black Spider…?" she blinked.
"Girl, what are you yelling for?" Jack teased through his mask. "You think you're a Super Saiyan now?"
Jessica flushed with embarrassment. I was all pumped up… and he stole my thunder.
"Did you kill him?" she asked.
Jack tapped his chin. "Hm… doesn't look like he's moving. Should I just toss him in the Hudson?"
"Mrrghgh…" Rhino let out a low groan, barely audible.
Jack smirked. "Still alive. Great."
WHAM!
"AHH—!"
WHAM!
"AGHH—"
WHAM!
"nnnngh..."
Each punch was a punishing straight shot, perfectly timed, brutally efficient. The armored fist of Knight Spider met Rhino's face again and again—until even the supervillain's groans faded into silence.
Jessica stared in open-mouthed awe. The bystanders—civilians who had been hiding—peeked out from behind benches and newspaper stands.
"What is this guy?" one whispered.
"Isn't he worse than the criminals?" another asked.
Flesh-pounding justice! That's what they'd call it later.
Jack Kadere finally stopped only when Rhino's massive body went limp—no more groans, no more twitching.
"Pathetic," he muttered, stepping off the unconscious brute.
Across the street, a sudden clang echoed—Norman Osborn, in full Green Goblin gear, had just kicked the mechanical Vulture suit off of him with a powered-up surge of strength. The kick sent the metal wings crashing into a nearby wall.
The Goblin's glowing eyes darted around, brain reeling.
That was Vulture's suit… wasn't Toomes in prison? Why is his tech here? Why did it attack me?
But before he could make sense of it—
He turned.
And saw the Rhino.
Torn to shreds. Unmoving.
Beneath Knight Spider's boot.
Norman's blood ran cold.
His fractured mind twisted Jack's dark armor and brutal fighting style into something monstrous—something worse than a vigilante.
This… this thing… isn't human!
Then—wham!
A webline snapped tight, and Ghost-Spider came swinging in like a missile.
"Hey, Goblin—eyes up!"
Her foot landed square in his face, boosted by momentum and pure rage. The impact shattered his glider's trajectory—and ripped the mask right off his face.
Norman Osborn tumbled across the ground, dazed.
And the crowd gasped in horror.
"Wait… that's—"
"Norman Osborn!?"
"The CEO of Oscorp?!"
"The Green Goblin is Harry's father!?"
Gasps and screams rippled across the gathering.
Several reporters who had arrived on the scene were already recording. Phones went live, cameras clicked like machine guns, and hashtags exploded into trending lists within seconds.
Norman clutched his exposed face, eyes wide with venomous hatred.
"You… You brat…!"
His voice cracked as he glared at Gwen. The shame, the rage, the madness—it all boiled over.
Meanwhile— Back at the Ghost-Spider Fan Club headquarters, Harry Osborn had just finished organizing a stack of promotional posters.
Ned was glued to his phone screen. "Yo, Harry… dude, come look at this. You're gonna want to see this."
Harry raised a brow, walking over casually—still unaware that his world was about to explode.