Peter POV:
The basement had become like an actual lab albeit a bare one. The walls were reinforced with steel plates, scavenged from junkyards with the help of Gwen then recycled and repurposed by the fabricator. The Sandevistan hummed quietly, a subtle pulse on my back. Upper body fully functional, fine motor control perfect. But my legs… mangled, weak, useless. The wheelchair still ruled my lower half.
I'd been thinking long nights about the next step. And then it hit me: nanomachines. Tiny programmable bots, capable of repairing tissue, reinforcing bone, even restoring motor function. I wasn't talking sci-fi anymore — this was science with a side of spite.
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> Host has carried out the first spinal cybernetic implanting in the world. Rewards: Nanomachine blueprint. (Bloodshot). The host has partially come clean to his best friend. Unlocked Biochemical fabrication in the Fabricator.
" Bloodshot, bloodshot. Why does that name sound familiar?" I ask to myself. Then it clicked it was a movie starring Vin Diesel where he was a nigh immortal killing machine all thanks to his Biomechanical nanobots. I crack my neck as I get ready for another all nighter.
Gwen POV:
I walked in wearing grey sweatpants, black snickers and a cropped hoodie with a tank top, expecting Peter to be fiddling on his laptop or scribbling equations. Which he was but he looked… alive. Focused. Intense. My curiosity kicked in.
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"What are you up to now?" I asked, perching on a stool.
He turned, smiling faintly. "Nanobots. To fix my legs."
I raised an eyebrow. "Nanobots?"
"Yeah," he said, motioning to the holographic blueprint hovering above the console. "Tiny machines, cellular-level repair. They'll set and rebuild bones, reinforce joints and respond to neural signals. Basically, my body gets an internal repair crew."
I leaned closer, fascinated. "And you're building these… here? In your basement?"
"Exactly," he said. "Safe, controlled and fully programmable. Step one: design. Step two: fabricate prototypes. Step three: careful testing. Step four: gradual integration."
I shook my head, half horrified and half amazed. "Peter… you really do insane things. But I have to admit, I'm a little skeptical."
" Pray do tell, why?" Asked Peter. " The power source is the first issue and only issue." I explained. Peter gave a smile that basically said that solved it. " The nanobots have a gold, platinum, nickel, iron, silver, copper and zinc shell that houses the biomechanical parts. The nanobots will consume dead cells, excess fat, carcinogenic cells, defective cells which will power them." Explained Peter
I shifted to the side, letting him demonstrate micro-movement simulations in his jury rigged laptop. "So, let me guess, this isn't just for your legs. The nanobots are going to course through your entire body, right? Micro-precision, all linked to the Sandevistan?"
"Exactly. It's like a neural extension. Upper body signals translate to nanobots controlling lower-body repair."
I smirked. "So, technically… you're a cyborg now. One step closer to being unstoppable."
Peter grinned. "I prefer 'engineering marvel with bad taste in caffeine."
I laughed. "Fair enough. But hey, don't forget the other side of your life. Being Spider-Woman is terrifying sometimes. I've caught bank robbers, a few gang thugs and some guy who stole a delivery truck full of electronics. I've got bruises to prove it. It might be selfish but you, dad, uncle Ben and aunt May are the only ones I have. All of your support means the world to me."
"I know." Peter said, rolling his eyes with a smile. "Which is why I won't put myself in danger while I rebuild myself. But I wonder how lieutenant Stacey supports you while trying to arrest you." Quips Peter and I smacked him on his shoulders.
"Don't worry about me." I said, smirking. "You focus on making your legs work again. I'll cheer, observe, and occasionally tease you about being insane."
He laughed. "Deal. First observation: neural response simulation. Watch this."
Peter POV — Prototype Design
I opened the virtual workspace. Each nanobot roughly 10 nanometre in size. Programmed for tissue navigation, cellular repair, and real-time response to neural input.
> Advisory: Neural interface integration required for motor function coordination.
Gwen watched silently as I tweaked parameters, adjusted pathways and ran simulations.
"You really think this will work?" she asked quietly.
"It has to." I said. "Nothing else can. The nanobots act like a repair army. Signals from the Sandevistan will guide them. Legs won't be perfect immediately but step by step it will be better. The rehabilitation will be controlled, precise and fast."
She nodded, eyes wide. "It's… terrifying. And brilliant."
I shrugged. "Mostly brilliant. Some terrifying. But that's why I like it."
Observation & Reflection:
By the end of the evening, simulations ran perfectly. Nanobots navigated artificial tissue, reinforced structural microfibrils, and responded to micro-neural signals with flawless timing.
Gwen leaned back, smirking. "Peter Parker… you're insane. And I mean that in the best possible way."
"Good." I said, grinning. "Now you get to witness the future of Parker mobility."
She laughed. "Just… don't hurt yourself. And maybe don't make a habit of secretly turning your basement into a nanobot lab."
I rolled my eyes. "No promises."
As she left, I watched her walk away, her blonde hair swinging, hoodie loose and casual. She didn't know everything, but she trusted me. And that was enough, for now.
> Advisory: Nanobot prototype simulations complete. Fabrication phase ready. Estimated time: 5 hours.
I smiled at the screen. One step closer to walking again. One small, insane, genius step closer to being whole.
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