Shadow Spider-Man's cold and ruthless style was hard for the other heroes to accept.
Perhaps only Peter (MC) could truly understand him. Shadow Spider-Man had grown up during the Great Depression, a time of darkness and greed. He had seen the worst of humanity. In his world, his Uncle Ben hadn't just died—he had been brutally murdered by the Vulture, leaving behind a scene so grizzly it changed the boy forever.
Because of this, Shadow Spider-Man became an "Anti-Hero." He didn't believe in second chances; he believed in making sure evil never stood up again. If he ever met a man like the Punisher, they would likely be best friends.
But Middle-aged Peter B. Parker couldn't stand it. As the limo burned, he shot out a web and swung toward the wreckage. He could live with Kingpin dying, but he couldn't let an innocent driver burn to death.
Peter B. landed by the car and ripped the flaming door off its hinges with a loud CRACK. Even though the metal was red-hot and scorched his hands, he didn't flinch. He reached inside and pulled the unconscious driver out, dragging him to the safety of the grass.
The driver was alive, groaning in pain but safe. Peter B. let out a sigh of relief.
But his relief lasted only a second.
BOOM!
A giant fist, the size of a heavy stone, punched straight through the bulletproof roof of the limo. Before Peter B. could react, the hand clamped around his throat like a steel vice.
Cough! Gasp!
Peter B. struggled to breathe. His Spider-Sense hadn't warned him in time. As he got older, his powers were fading, his reflexes slowing down. Ten years ago, he would have dodged. Now, he was trapped.
Then, the nightmare truly began.
The massive body of the Kingpin tore the limousine in half as if it were made of cardboard. His huge, fleshy face loomed over Peter B., his eyes burning with hatred.
"Peter Parker!" Kingpin roared. "You again? I killed you once. I'll kill you a second time!"
As Kingpin screamed, something strange happened to his body. The layers of fat that made him look bloated began to shift and ripple. In seconds, the "fat" transformed into solid, rock-hard muscle.
RIP!
Kingpin's expensive white suit shredded into pieces, the fabric flying through the air like shrapnel. This was Kingpin's greatest secret: ninety percent of his massive body was pure, explosive muscle. When he used his full strength, he was a mountain of flesh and power.
"Let's see if you can come back from this!"
Kingpin slammed Peter B. into the ground, creating a crater in the gravel. He pulled back his fist, aiming for a killing blow.
WHOOSH!
His punch was so fast it created a white ring of air—a sonic boom. This was the same punch that had killed this world's Spider-Man. If it hit Peter B., he would be finished.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Five gunshots rang out in a split second. Kingpin felt a sharp, stinging pain in his wrist. His aim faltered, and his massive fist missed Peter B.'s head, smashing into the dirt instead.
Suddenly, a black web wrapped around Peter B. and yanked him away. It was Shadow Spider-Man's work.
Kingpin looked at his wrist. There was a single, deep hole where bone was visible. Shadow Spider-Man had fired five shots while swinging through the air, and every single bullet had hit the exact same spot. His aim was god-like.
But the pain didn't stop. An icy frost began to spread from the bullet hole, turning Kingpin's skin a frozen, sickly blue.
"The bullets... they're freezing me?" Kingpin growled, sensing a new danger.
Before he could move, a shadow fell over him. The two-meter-tall Spider-Robot dropped from the sky, its metal fist slamming into Kingpin's blocked arm. Even though the robot was strong, Kingpin didn't budge. He grabbed the robot's arm, ready to tear it into scrap metal.
But Peni Parker was ready.
A small metal sphere flew out from behind the robot. It struck Kingpin and unleashed a massive burst of 100,000 volts of electricity.
Kingpin's massive body shook violently. The smell of burnt meat filled the air. The "Mountain of Flesh" groaned and fell to one knee, gasping for breath.
The Spider-Robot leaped back, joining Shadow Spider-Man and Peter B. Parker. The mysterious sphere—the G-2 Whirlwind—flew back to Peni and began to orbit her robot calmly.
"Peter wasn't lying!" Peni cheered from her cockpit. "This Celestial Tech is amazing!"
Even the quiet Shadow Spider-Man looked at his gun with respect. "He's right. These ice bullets are the real deal."