At this moment, the opposing force composition was as follows:
Zombie Captain America, Zombie Iron Man, Zombie Thor, Zombie Doctor Strange, Zombie Black Panther, Zombie Black Widow, Zombie Hawkeye, Zombie Spider-Man, and Zombie Hulk.
Their own team consisted of: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, E.U.N.I.C.E., Wanda Maximoff, Harry Osborn, and Pietro Maximoff.
"Nine against six. The numerical advantage is clearly theirs," Harry observed with casual confidence that bordered on arrogance. "I'll accept the handicap and engage three opponents simultaneously."
He gestured dismissively toward Zombie Black Panther, Zombie Hawkeye, and Zombie Natasha—as though selecting appetizers from a menu.
Tony physically punched aside the shield thrown by Zombie Captain America, then raised his repulsor-equipped palm and fired a devastating blast at Zombie Iron Man. "Leave these two to me! I've been wanting to beat up this circus clown with his perky ass for years anyway!"
This forced Wanda to reluctantly abandon her personal plan to literally tear Tony Stark apart with her bare hands as cathartic revenge for past grievances.
She redirected her attention to Zombie Doctor Strange instead. At this moment, Strange's form had become absolutely grotesque—seven or eight rotting hands sprouted from his back, along with several crooked, malformed heads emerging from his torso. He resembled something corrupted by Cthulhu's direct touch, sanity and flesh equally compromised.
"Then I'll handle this abomination," Wanda declared, chaos magic crackling around her fingers. "He appears exceptionally dangerous. I can probably only manage one opponent of this caliber."
Peter looked around desperately and realized he was the only team member left without an assigned target. Just as he opened his mouth to volunteer for something manageable, Pietro blurted out: "I'll fight the other Peter!"
After making that declaration, he turned to Spider-Man with exaggerated regret: "I'm sorry, but it's too psychologically cruel for you to physically beat up an alternate version of yourself. I can't allow that trauma. I'll handle him for you."
E.U.N.I.C.E. had already engaged Zombie Thor, who wielded Stormbreaker with the same devastating power he'd possessed before infection.
"The rest..." Peter's gaze shifted systematically across remaining opponents before landing on the massive figure that resembled a mobile mountain range constructed from rotting green flesh.
I'm fighting the Hulk? Seriously?
Hulk versus Spider-Man was fundamentally no different from a human fighting an actual spider—except reversed in every possible way regarding power dynamics.
No, that wasn't quite accurate. People might genuinely fear spiders despite the size differential. But the Hulk...
This particular Hulk had been starving for an indeterminate period, which meant he was already operating at peak rage levels!
At this moment, his skin had flushed almost crimson, radiating heat like molten lava barely contained within organic tissue.
Can I win this engagement?
Peter's internal analysis concluded: Absolutely not. Defeat is guaranteed!
He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly very dry.
Just then, Tony was sent flying backward by the combined assault of Zombie Captain America and Zombie Iron Man, crash-landing directly beside Peter. After observing Peter's assigned opponent, Tony said with malicious playfulness: "Let me demonstrate what actual good news sounds like!"
Peter's eyes lit up with desperate hope. He remembered that Dr. Banner had collaborated extensively with Tony before the infection—perhaps Stark possessed intelligence about exploitable weaknesses!
"The good news is: even if you lose this fight, you won't transform into a zombie," Tony announced cheerfully. "Because the Hulk can bite your entire head off in a single bite. Instantaneous death!"
Peter's expression went completely flat. "..."
Tony rocketed away again immediately, barely avoiding Hulk's grasping hand.
The Hulk charged forward with apocalyptic fury, attempting to grab Tony's leg but missing by centimeters.
This near-success infuriated him so tremendously that he stomped both feet against the ground, the impact literally registering as seismic activity on local monitoring equipment.
"DON'T RUN!" Hulk roared in frustration.
"HULK NOT WANT EAT BUGS! HULK WANT CANNED FOOD!"
Thank you, Hulk!
Peter felt genuine gratitude for being dismissed as an unappetizing insect for the first time in his superhero career.
But he obviously couldn't permit Hulk to pursue Tony—that would leave their most vulnerable team member exposed.
"Alright, big guy. I'm your opponent now," Peter called out, trying to sound confident rather than terrified. "How about you look this direction instead?"
Hulk glanced at him dismissively, clearly unimpressed by what appeared to be approximately two ounces of meat wrapped in spandex.
"Okay, how about this then?" Peter suggested.
He flicked his left wrist, and the replica Omnitrix materialized. He pressed the activation stud with theatrical flair.
"HUMUNGOUSAUR!"
His comparatively diminutive body instantly expanded, transforming into a brown-skinned, bipedal dinosaurian form. At full height, Peter now towered over even the Hulk, his wrinkled prehistoric face looking downward as his massive fist descended like a meteor strike.
BOOM!!!
Hulk was sent flying like a tank launched from a cannon, his body carving a destruction path across hundreds of meters before finally grinding to a halt.
But he emerged essentially unharmed—in fact, his eyes now gleamed with even more frenzied excitement!
THAT'S more like it!
This is EXACTLY what Hulk wants!
Such big meat! So satisfying to eat!
The other combatants were genuinely shocked by Peter's transformation.
Zombie Spider-Man was particularly stunned. He'd already been surprised to find himself fighting Harry Osborn rather than another Spider-person.
"Even transformed into zombies, I find it extraordinarily difficult to imagine Green Goblin and Spider-Man cooperating," he rasped while attempting to bite Harry's exposed flesh.
Harry continuously aimed web-shooters at vulnerable points while simultaneously using his glider's maneuverability and pumpkin bomb arsenal to engage Zombie Natasha and Zombie Hawkeye.
"Why are you surprised by that?" Harry asked, genuinely confused. "Peter and I have been close friends since childhood. Best friends."
"Friends... ha..." Zombie Spider-Man's laugh was bitter and broken. "You'd better assist your 'friend' immediately, or the Hulk will literally kill him."
"You're underestimating Peter's capabilities," Harry said confidently.
He executed a difficult aerial maneuver, dodging one of Hawkeye's precisely aimed arrows. The glider flipped completely inverted, suspending Harry upside-down while he launched several throwing knives that rained downward like a steel storm.
But even though the blades pierced zombie flesh, they produced essentially zero effect beyond cosmetic damage.
"Conventional weapons appear completely useless against your physiology," Harry observed analytically.
The only tactical solution he could conceptualize involved using maximum explosive firepower to literally blast them into component pieces too small to regenerate.
But killing Peter—even a zombie alternate version...
He hesitated for just a moment, distracted by moral uncertainty.
Zombie Peter somehow exploited that fractional opening, getting close behind Harry with supernatural speed. Several strands of webbing struck the glider's ventilation ports with perfect accuracy.
However, Harry's glider utilized anti-gravity propulsion technology developed by Ben—not the primitive, combustion-based systems from the original Green Goblin design. Web-clogging tactics proved completely ineffective.
But Peter compensated with raw physical strength, using the webbing like a meteor-hammer cable to violently yank Harry downward. The hero crashed against pavement, dragged along the road surface while still attached to his board.
Only then did Zombie Peter speak, his voice carrying dark satisfaction: "Perhaps you're underestimating us."
He reached out to violently tear away Harry's protective mask, intending to sink his teeth deep into the exposed throat and savor the delicious arterial blood that would fountain forth!
But Harry grabbed the zombie's wrist and forcefully shoved Peter backward with enhanced strength.
"How is that possible?!" Zombie Peter was genuinely dumbfounded. "You're stronger than me?!"
Before infection, his superhuman strength had been so overwhelming that he'd needed to exercise constant restraint around normal people—lest he accidentally crush someone's skull like a watermelon through casual contact.
But even exerting maximum force, he couldn't overpower the supposedly ordinary Green Goblin?!
"There's nothing mysterious about it—I'm just naturally strong!" Harry mocked, his tone deliberately infuriating.
Thank you, Ben.
The Plumber enhancement serums had undergone continuous iteration and improvement, evolving from initial prototypes through multiple generations of refinement.
The boost Harry received from the perfected Super Soldier Serum was absolutely extraordinary.
Though he still couldn't quite match Spider-Man's baseline capabilities, when combined with his Goblin armor's enhancement systems, he could unleash several times the power of an ordinary Spider-person.
Current Harry could genuinely fight Connors's berserker Dinosaur-Lizard form—a creature possessing hundreds of tons of raw strength—to a competitive standstill.
Just then, Peter completed his own transformation sequence.
The entire city block seemed to have suddenly regressed to the Jurassic period. The massive Humungousaur exchanged devastating punches with the Hulk, their battle achieving something resembling equilibrium despite the absurd power levels involved.
Moreover, both combatants apparently possessed the same rage-amplification mechanic.
The two grew progressively larger with each exchange, their strength constantly escalating. Every time their fists collided, the impact resembled detonating C4 explosives—shockwaves literally threatening to flip the entire city block like a geological plate.
As the battle intensified, Humungousaur even developed a spine resembling a Stegosaurus's defensive plates, the transformation adapting to combat stress in real-time.
Zombie Peter was absolutely dumbfounded, his decomposing brain struggling to process what he was witnessing.
What IS this?!
We were promised Spider-Man!
Why did he transform into a dinosaur?!
Why didn't they cast you in Jurassic World 4?!
Harry seized the opportunity created by Peter's distraction. He grabbed the zombie's throat between his feet in a complex acrobatic maneuver, then used a somersault's momentum to simultaneously stand upright while flinging Zombie Peter away with tremendous force.
Even Zombie Captain America forgot to retrieve his thrown shield, standing motionless as though still half-asleep.
"Spider-Man beating up the Hulk?" he muttered in genuine confusion. "Why would I hallucinate something this absurd?"
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