Marvel's Iron Lady

The artificial genes from the specially synthesized spider didn't just strengthen Peter Parker's body; they also enhanced his brain. His thinking operated at an incredibly fast speed, and when paired with his strengthened bones and muscles, his hands flew across the terminal's keyboard, leaving only blurred afterimages.

Just as he was trying to prevent the database from deleting its contents, the large central screen in the room suddenly flickered, displaying Wilson Fisk's massive face.

"I was wondering why you hadn't come up to see me yet, and here you are hiding in my database—such a cowardly move, yet still involving yourself," Fisk sneered.

"Oh, I'm the coward here? I think a guy frantically deleting his browser history doesn't get to call anyone cowardly," Peter shot back, his sarcastic reply making Fisk's face contort in frustration, as though he was ready to kill Peter on the spot.

"We've been at this for years, and you're still the same mouthy, wet-behind-the-ears kid," Fisk growled.

"Well, I thought that was my selling point, Mr. Fisk. Hold on a second, let me just hit the enter key," Peter said, his finger hovering over the return key on the terminal. Fisk's face visibly darkened even further on the screen.

"You damned brat, what did you do?" Fisk shouted, his voice filled with rage as Peter successfully stopped the data deletion and even set up a small program to reverse the deletion and restore any erased files.

Watching Fisk's face on the screen, contorted with fury, Peter couldn't help but laugh.

"Blow that door open! Now! I want him dead right here, right now!" Fisk screamed, his voice distorted with anger, just as the door to the server room exploded inward.

Peter turned in surprise to see several mercenaries entering the room, one of them holding a still-smoking rocket launcher. The server room door had clearly been blown apart by the rocket, and without pausing, the mercenaries raised their submachine guns, firing at Peter.

These were seasoned mercenaries, and if it had been an ordinary person in the room, they would've been riddled with bullets by now. But unfortunately for them, their opponent was Spider-Man, whose reaction speed far outpaced theirs.

Before the mercenaries could fully squeeze their triggers, Peter had already fired a webline, pulling himself out of the line of fire. Bullets whizzed through the empty space he had occupied, leaving several dark holes in the servers behind him.

"You idiot! Look around you! Everything you see is my work. And what have you ever accomplished?!" Fisk's voice echoed in the room through the speakers.

"Uh… Maybe sending a bloated crime boss to jail, even though I didn't even have time for breakfast?" Peter quipped back, all while dodging the attacks from the mercenaries.

Luckily for Peter, the server room was filled with plenty of objects he could use to his advantage, tossing debris at his attackers and using the environment to disarm them.

"If I go to jail, the entire underground of New York will rise up. Everything that happens after that will be your fault!" Fisk continued.

As New York's crime lord, Fisk had kept the city's underworld in check. If he were imprisoned, it was likely that crime rates would spike as various criminal elements vied for power. Only under his rule did the city maintain a precarious balance, with his subordinates keeping things in order.

But Peter wasn't interested in Fisk's self-righteous justifications. He didn't care about Fisk's supposed "order." All he wanted was to stop Fisk from continuing his criminal reign.

In less than two minutes, Peter had dispatched the last of the mercenaries by slamming a damaged server into him. With the room finally quiet, Peter took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the screen where Fisk's angry face was still displayed.

"It's been a long road, old friend. Parting with you is going to be a bit bittersweet," Peter said mockingly.

From the moment Peter became Spider-Man, Fisk and his criminal empire had caused havoc in New York. No matter how many times Peter tried to take him down, Fisk would always find a way to escape, using his wealth and influence to wriggle free of the law's grasp.

But this time, things would be different. Peter had a real chance to bring Fisk to justice, and he wasn't going to let it slip away.

Suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the building, causing the entire structure to shake.

Damn it! They're using bombs? Are they trying to bring down the whole building and everyone in it? Peter thought, his senses kicking into high alert.

Without hesitation, Peter rushed out of the server room and into the main hall.

During the ten minutes he had spent in the server room, the situation outside had drastically changed. The once intact structure was now a disaster zone, with debris scattered everywhere from the explosions. Steel beams groaned ominously as parts of the building threatened to collapse.

The entire floor was bathed in a red glow, with flames licking at the walls. Water pipes had burst, spraying water everywhere, but it wasn't enough to extinguish the spreading fires.

"Get out of here, Spider-Man! They've planted bombs all over the place—they're going to blow up the entire building!" shouted one of the SWAT officers Peter had seen earlier.

Several of them were injured, being helped along by their comrades, yet they still clutched their weapons tightly, ready to fight. It was clear that they had engaged in a fierce battle with Fisk's mercenaries.

"But… Fisk is still up there! We can't just leave!" Peter protested, clearly unwilling to abandon his target.

"He's not going anywhere! The police choppers have locked down the airspace; he's not leaving this building," the SWAT leader reassured him.

Just then, Peter's sharp hearing picked up a distant cry for help. The voice was faint, nearly drowned out by the sound of smaller explosions, but Peter's enhanced senses caught it.

"Help! Somebody, please! Save us!" came the desperate plea.

"Damn it, there are civilians trapped in here! You guys evacuate; I'll get them out!" Peter called out, quickly changing his priorities.

Hearing that there were still people trapped inside, the SWAT leader's face paled. He hadn't expected there to be any innocent civilians still in the building.

"Spider-Man, please get them out safely. We'll go look for the bombs and see if we can disarm them," the officer said urgently.

Peter nodded firmly and shot two webs, propelling himself toward the source of the cries for help.

Meanwhile, the SWAT team continued deeper into the building, searching for the explosives.

This floor didn't just house the server room but also contained several offices and employee break areas. However, after the explosions, the entire floor was barely recognizable, with thick smoke, roaring flames, and crumbling walls blocking every path.

When Peter reached the office area, he saw several employees of Fisk International Financial rushing out from one of the rooms.

"There are more people trapped back there, Spider-Man! Go help them!" one of the employees shouted as they ran past him.

"Please! Help us! We're trapped back here!" came the voice of a woman, her tone on the verge of tears, calling out from behind a collapsed support beam.

The entire hallway had caved in, with debris blocking the way in and out. Peter could see that most of the ceiling and walls had collapsed, leaving him with only narrow gaps to maneuver through.

Soon, he spotted two people—a man and a woman—pinned beneath a fallen support beam. Though the beam was propped up slightly on either end, the two were unable to crawl out from underneath.

Without hesitation, Peter rushed over and gripped the massive beam with both hands, slowly lifting it.

"Alright, when I lift it, crawl out as quickly as you can. I can't hold it steady for long," Peter instructed, his voice strained from the effort.

The man and woman nodded, their faces pale with fear. As Peter lifted the beam, every muscle in his body tensed. The beam wasn't just large; it was made of solid material, weighing at least three or four tons.

While such a weight wasn't much for Peter's superhuman strength, the beam was broken into several pieces. If he wasn't careful, shifting the weight improperly could cause more damage.

Just as he began to lift, the ceiling suddenly gave way, with several chunks of debris falling onto the beam and adding even more weight.

Despite the added weight, the debris somehow balanced the beam, keeping it stable. This wasn't bad luck—it was good fortune. Sometimes, it seemed like good deeds really did have their rewards.

With a little more effort, Peter hoisted the beam and the ceiling debris with it, allowing the two civilians to crawl free.

"Go, go, go! Hurry! I can't hold this much longer!" Peter yelled through gritted teeth as his muscles strained under the pressure of nearly ten tons.

Once the two civilians were safely out, Peter threw the beam aside and leaped to safety.

As the debris crashed to the ground, it blocked the path he had used, leaving him trapped on the other side.

"Thank you for saving us, Spider-Man!" the civilians called from the other side of the debris.

"Don't mention it. Just get out of here," Peter replied.

In front of him was the staircase leading to Fisk's office. It seemed he had no other option now.

Everything had been going as expected until… Peter opened the door to Fisk's office.

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