The Superior Spiderman in Young Justice

As the room settled into a focused rhythm once more, Megan's fingers danced across the holographic interface, her mind a blend of creative ideas and lingering thoughts from their earlier conversation. She glanced at Red Tornado, who silently observed her designs, occasionally offering subtle yet insightful suggestions. His calm, measured presence reminded her that even in the midst of constant motion, there was always room for clarity and purpose.

Across the lab, Superior Spider-Man worked with his signature precision at his own station. The schematics for Anna-Marie's new body were nearly complete, each line and calculation a testament to his exacting standards. His lenses shifted slightly, narrowing as he cast a brief but critical glance toward Megan's work on Firebrand and Red Torpedo. Despite his aloof demeanor, his subtle nods of approval spoke volumes.

The quiet hum of the lab was interrupted by the mechanical voice of the Zeta Tube's announcement system.

"Recognized: Speedy, B-06."

The soft echo of the voice reverberated through the room, causing both Megan and Superior Spider-Man to pause momentarily. Red Tornado turned toward the sound, his head tilting ever so slightly.

Megan straightened, her expression curious. "Speedy? Isn't that Green Arrow's sidekick?"

Superior Spider-Man arched an eyebrow beneath his mask, his mechanical limbs twitching idly. "Speedy? The young archer with a penchant for dramatic exits? This should prove… interesting."

Red Tornado offered a simple nod. "His presence may warrant your attention. I suggest you attend to him."

Megan glanced at Superior Spider-Man. "Do you want to come?"

He waved a hand dismissively, turning back to his schematics. "Hardly. I have more pressing matters to attend to than indulging the whims of a rebellious youth. Do let me know, however, if his dramatics escalate into something worth my time."

With a small smile, Megan floated toward the door. "I'll be back soon."

As she left the lab, Superior Spider-Man's lenses narrowed in thought. "Speedy, huh? Another variable in this already chaotic equation."

Red Tornado, still focused on the holographic designs before him, spoke without looking up. "Every individual contributes to the equation, Doctor. Whether as an asset or a complication depends on how they are engaged."

Superior Spider-Man chuckled softly. "Wise words, as always. Let's hope this particular 'contribution' doesn't derail the progress we've made."

With a flick of his wrist, Superior Spider-Man deployed a micro arachnid drone. The small, spider-like device scuttled silently along the walls, its cloaking device activating as it disappeared through the door, tailing their unexpected visitor with precision.

Red Tornado's glowing eyes shifted toward him, steady and analytical. "May I ask the purpose of that device?"

Superior Spider-Man's lenses narrowed slightly, his tone measured yet confident. "Young Speedy has a well-documented tendency to operate independently. Based on my research, his preference for solo missions often increases the likelihood of… vulnerabilities. Should he find himself compromised, it's only logical to ensure we are informed."

Red Tornado considered his words for a moment before replying. "Surveillance can be a valuable tool, but trust must also factor into teamwork."

Superior Spider-Man smirked beneath his mask, his voice laced with dry pragmatism. "Trust, my dear Tornado, is a luxury built on the foundation of data and observation. Until such a foundation exists, I prefer to mitigate risks. Call it foresight, if you will."

Red Tornado gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. "A logical, albeit cautious, approach. Let us hope your precautions prove unnecessary."

"Hope," Superior Spider-Man replied with a faint chuckle, turning his attention back to his work, "is not a strategy I employ."

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Superior Spider-Man strode into the main hall with an air of precision and authority, his metallic talons clicking softly against the floor. His sharp lenses locked onto the young archer standing confidently in the middle of the room. Speedy's red uniform, domino mask, and defiant stance spoke volumes—it was clear he had no intention of blending into the team dynamics.

As the archer caught sight of Spider-Man, his smirk grew wider. He crossed his arms, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "So, you're the genius everyone keeps hyping up. Let me guess—you're the one running this little operation?"

Superior Spider-Man mirrored his stance, crossing his arms with deliberate precision, his expression unreadable behind his mask. His voice was calm but carried a sharp edge. "Running the operation? Hardly. I am the one ensuring this team evolves beyond mediocrity. Your presence here, however, is… intriguing. Tell me, Speedy, what exactly are we to expect from you?"

Speedy raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the verbal sparring. "Expect? Oh, I don't know—maybe saving your sorry team's asses. I brought intel on the League of Shadows. Figured you might want a heads-up before they start tearing this place apart."

Superior Spider-Man's lenses narrowed slightly, his tone dropping into something even colder. "Intel, you say? Bold claims. And what makes you think we'll trust unverified information from someone who couldn't even stick around long enough to be part of the original team?"

Speedy's smirk faltered for just a moment before returning full force, sharper than before. "Trust me or not, Bugboy, but you're gonna want to listen. The Shadows are moving, and unless you want this whole operation to blow up in your face, you'll take what I've got seriously."

Spider-Man tilted his head, the slight whir of his lenses shifting adding to his intimidating presence. "Bugboy?" he repeated, his voice calm yet laced with disdain. "Charming. Though I prefer Superior Spider-Man, a title well-earned. And you are?"

Speedy stepped forward, his smirk now a full-on grin. "Red Arrow," he said with emphasis, his voice dripping with self-assurance. "But you can call me your best shot at staying ahead of the League of Shadows."

Spider-Man's claws tapped rhythmically against his forearm as he regarded Speedy with an analytical gaze. "Red Arrow? Ah, a rebranding effort. Fascinating. I assume this name change is meant to distract from your earlier… shortcomings?"

Speedy's grin tightened, but he refused to back down. "Shortcomings? Says the guy who wasn't even on the original roster. I've been doing this longer than most of your team combined. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

Spider-Man's laugh was low, almost mechanical, sending a faint chill through the room. "We shall see, 'Red Arrow.' Your arrogance suggests experience, but I'll be the judge of whether that experience is worth anything to this team."

The tension between the two was palpable, and the room grew silent for a moment before Robin, standing off to the side, broke it with a smirk. "This is gold. Keep it going, guys. I've got popcorn in the kitchen."

Kid Flash chimed in, grinning. "You're both missing the point. The real question is—who wins in a fight? Superior Spider-Man or Red Arrow?"

Aqualad stepped forward, his calm yet commanding tone cutting through the banter. "Enough. This is not the time for competition or games. Red Arrow has provided intel regarding Dr. Roquette and her invention, The Fog."

Spider-Man's lenses flickered momentarily, his talons flexing in anticipation before he crossed his arms once more, his posture a picture of quiet menace. "I'm already aware," he stated coolly, his voice laced with precision. "Miss Martian has relayed the relevant information telepathically, and I must admit, it has piqued my interest."

His gaze swept over the rest of the team, his eyes narrowing with calculated intensity. "Let's dispense with further distractions. The die has already been cast. There is no more room for hesitation."

Red Arrow scoffed, brushing off Spider-Man's remark. "Well, if you're done monologuing, let's get to it. You might have the brains, Spider-Man, but I've got the boots on the ground experience. Try to keep up."

Spider-Man's lenses narrowed. "Experience is only useful if wielded effectively. Do not presume to lecture me on efficiency, 'Red Arrow.' Now, let's proceed."

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In the dimly lit computer lab of Happy Harbor High School, the air was thick with the hum of old machines. The glow from the screens cast faint shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of tense anticipation.

"So, you're the young scientist who invented The Fog?" Superior Spider-Man's voice was sharp, and his gaze cut through the room, dissecting every detail as it landed on her.

The young woman swallowed nervously before straightening up. "Uh, yes, that's me," she said, her voice initially wavering but gradually growing steadier as she continued. "I—I'm assuming you're here to protect me while I work on the Fog?"

Superior Spider-Man took a long moment, his eyes scanning the room, taking in the outdated computers and the cluttered workspace. His mechanical fingers twitched, and with a flick of his wrist, a sleek, holographic interface materialized in the air. The hologram shimmered with precision, its advanced controls far beyond the capabilities of the current hardware in the room.

"I suggest you use this," he said, his voice carrying a subtle hint of impatience, "instead of these primitive machines." His tone was almost condescending, the vast difference in technological sophistication between the two setups impossible to ignore.

The young scientist hesitated for a moment, staring at the holographic interface. She hadn't seen anything like it before, and the shift from her old setup to this cutting-edge technology was jarring. But she quickly realized the practicality of it, and her shoulders squared as she stepped toward the hologram. "Right," she muttered under her breath, fingers moving to engage the virtual keyboard, "I can work with this."

Superior Spider-Man observed her closely, his lenses shifting slightly as he analyzed the effectiveness of her movements. "You'll need to be quick," he added, his tone now a bit more focused. "The longer we wait, the more time the League of Shadows has to perfect their use of your invention. I trust you understand the stakes."

The scientist nodded, her fingers now dancing across the virtual interface. "I do," she replied, the gravity of the situation settling in as she began working on the schematics for the modified Fog.

Superior Spider-Man watched her for a moment longer, his mind already calculating the next steps.

"Anna, I suggest you scan the schematics of Dr. Serling Roquette. Her invention has potential—for our cause," Superior Spider-Man commanded, his voice muffled and mechanical behind his mask.

"Understood, Otto," came the quick response from Anna Marie, the AI integrated into his suit. The tone was calm and almost serene, despite the tension in the room. Within seconds, the suit's systems began pulling up data on Dr. Roquette's designs. Anna's processing power dove deep into the schematics, running analyses faster than any human could comprehend.

He connected the telepathic net, sending out a direct command. [Avengers, what's your status?]

The mental link crackled briefly, and then Kid Flash's voice broke through, laced with confusion. [Avengers? Is that supposed to be us?]

Superior Spider-Man's voice, cold and direct, resonated through the link. [The team required a name, so I came up with something suitable for us.]

There was a brief silence as the others processed the response. Kid Flash, ever the quick-witted one, was the first to speak again, a teasing edge in his tone. [Oh, so we're Avengers now? What, like avenging the helpless? Or just avenging ourselves?]

His voice held a playful undertone, but there was a flicker of doubt hidden beneath it, as if the weight of the new title was settling in.

Superior Spider-Man's response was flat and pragmatic. [Names don't matter. It's the mission that counts. Focus.]

A slight pause followed before Robin's voice cut through the tension, his tone calm but firm. [We get it, Kid Flash. The name's just a label. But Spider-Man's right—focus on the task at hand.]

Superior Spider-Man didn't respond directly to Robin but instead narrowed his lenses, a hint of approval in his mechanical voice. [Exactly. The League of Shadows won't wait. Let's make sure we're prepared.]

Kid Flash, sensing the change in tone, let out an exaggerated sigh. [Alright, alright. Guess we'll have to live with the name for now. But when we save the world, I expect a cape. You know, for dramatic effect.]

There was a moment of silence, but then Aqualad's calm, measured voice joined in. [A name is just a name. We know our purpose. Let's not waste time.]

A sarcastic mental voice from the back of the room broke the tension next. [Great, we're the 'Avengers,' now. Does that mean we get to wear tights too? Or should I start calling myself 'Hawkeye'?] Red Arrow's tone was dripping with snark as he stepped forward, his arms folded in amusement

[Guys, I sense an unknown individuals approaching the school.] Megan's voice interrupted the moment, her tone urgent but controlled through the mental link.

Red Arrow's eyes narrowed as he shifted his stance, his posture becoming more defensive. "The shadows... they're here." The words were spoken with quiet dread, his previous sarcasm gone, replaced with the seriousness of the situation.

Dr. Roquette's voice trembled slightly as she processed the danger. "What? They're here?" The fear in her voice was unmistakable. "But... how?"

Superior Spider-Man's lenses flickered as he scanned the incoming threat. His tone remained cold and commanding. "Stay focused. This isn't the time for panic."

Red Arrow, a look of determination now replacing his earlier jest, shot a glance toward Dr. Roquette. "No one's panicking yet, Doc. We've got work to do."

Aqualad's voice, steady as ever, filled the silence. [Megan, can you pinpoint their location?]

[I'm on it,] Megan replied, the mental link alive with her concentration. [They're closing in fast. We don't have much time.]

Superior Spider-Man, his mind already calculating their options, turned to face the team. [Prepare for engagement. We'll handle this, but I expect full cooperation.]

Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad, and Miss Martian had already moved out, each in their assigned positions, ready for the confrontation. They knew the League of Shadows was coming, and they weren't about to be caught off guard.

Meanwhile, Red Arrow stood watch over Dr. Roquette, his bow ready at his side, his senses heightened. He wasn't about to let anything happen to her, not with the invention of The Fog hanging in the balance. His sharp eyes darted around the room, scanning for any potential threats.

Superior Spider-Man remained in the same room, his body language tense, but his focus unshakable. His mechanical voice cut through the mental link again. "Red Arrow, you and I will hold this position. Dr. Roquette, stay behind us. If anything breaches the door, we'll deal with it."

Dr. Roquette nodded quickly, her hands trembling as she stayed close to the wall. She had no combat experience, but she trusted the team, especially the imposing figure of Superior Spider-Man.

Seconds felt like hours, but the silence was suddenly shattered by the sharp, unmistakable whine of a projectile flying through the air. Superior Spider-Man's Spider-Sense flared in an instant, the hairs on his neck standing at attention. His reflexes were trained beyond human limits, and without hesitation, he moved.

As the first bullet struck the window with a high-pitched crack, Superior Spider-Man instinctively lunged forward, his body acting faster than his conscious mind could process. He was in front of Dr. Roquette in the blink of an eye, his red-and-black form a blur, a protective wall between Dr. Roquette and the incoming barrage. The barrage of bullets slammed into his suit, the sharp ping of impact ringing in the air. However, the bullets ricocheted harmlessly off his chest and limbs.

Superior Spider-Man's suit—an upgrade of Peter Parker's iconic web-slinging suit—was designed with state-of-the-art kinetic absorption technology. Every projectile that hit him was absorbed by micro-fiber energy cells woven into the fabric. As the bullets collided with the suit, the kinetic energy was redirected and stored, leaving no mark on the suit. The suit's adaptive layer spread the impact evenly, preventing any damage to his internal systems.

The flurry of bullets slowed, the firing pinpointing their location, but Superior Spider-Man didn't flinch. His suit had been engineered for moments like this—high-impact defense without sacrificing agility.

[Red Arrow, now!] Spider-Man's voice was like a sharp command through the mental link.

Red Arrow didn't waste a second. His movements were fluid and precise as he knocked an arrow to his bowstring, drawing it back with practiced ease. His eyes zeroed in on the exact location from which the shots were coming

His sharp gaze caught the faintest shimmer of motion. With a calculated release, the arrow flew.

The shaft cut through the air with a hiss, its tip glowing faintly as it locked onto the target. A fraction of a second later, the arrow collided with the hidden bush outside the school where the shooter had been concealed. A sudden explosion of smoke and shrapnel erupted from the impact, temporarily obscuring their assailants' position.

Red Arrow stood tall, his bow still drawn, an air of grim satisfaction in his voice as he spoke. "I guess the League's changed their plans. Looks like they don't need you alive, Doc."

The comment hung in the air like a grim reminder of the stakes. Dr. Roquette, who had been standing by in shock, sank to the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably. She crouched in fear, her hands pressed tightly to her chest as the sudden assault on the school rattled her to the core. The weight of the situation had hit her hard—this wasn't just about protecting her invention anymore; it was a fight for her very survival.

"I—what... What do they want from me?" Her voice cracked, barely a whisper above the deafening silence following the explosion.

Before Red Arrow could respond, the sound of shuffling feet and the heavy creak of the window frame made his muscles tighten in instinctive preparation.

With a sudden burst, the window shattered, and a masked figure clad in a kimono soared through the air, shuriken flying in all directions with deadly precision. The sharp metallic rings of the projectiles whistled as they tore through the air, aimed with expert precision at anyone in their path.

Red Arrow's reflexes kicked in immediately. His body twisted to shield Dr. Roquette, and he deflected one of the shuriken with a quick flick of his bow, but more were coming.

The figure landed gracefully inside the room, his movements like that of a seasoned assassin. The mask that obscured her face was almost indistinguishable in the dim light, but her aura was unmistakable.

"Thought you could hide from us, Roquette?" the masked figure sneered, her voice low and threatening.

Just as Red Arrow was about to counterattack, another figure slithered into the room through the shattered window—a massive, coiled shape twisting in the air with alarming speed. Copperhead, the snake-themed assassin, emerged, her body elongating unnaturally as she wrapped her muscular form around the frame of the window. Her yellow eyes glowed with menace.

"You should've stayed out of this," Copperhead hissed, her voice dripping with venomous malice. With a flick of her powerful tail his elongated limbs lashed forward, aiming directly for Red Arrow's bow with deadly accuracy.

Red Arrow's reflexes were honed to perfection, but Copperhead's speed was something else. Her tail snapped forward like a living whip, the tip crackling through the air with the intent to shatter Red Arrow's weapon.

But before the strike could make contact, a blur of motion shot past Red Arrow, cutting through the air with the grace of a predator. Superior Spider-Man, his red and black suit gleaming in the dim light, moved with a flawless precision that only his enhanced reflexes could allow. In an instant, his hand shot out, grabbing Copperhead's tail mid-flight, stopping its deadly advance cold.

"You're not getting off that easy," Superior Spider-Man growled, his voice cold and focused as he tightened his grip on the snake-like tail. With a sudden, forceful yank, he pulled Copperhead forward, the assassin's body jerking through the air as if weightless.

Without missing a beat, Spider-Man swung his free arm around, delivering a crushing punch directly to Copperhead's head. The force of the blow sent shockwaves through the air, the sickening sound of impact reverberating across the room as Copperhead's head snapped back.

"You handle the ninja in the kimono," Superior Spider-Man commanded, his voice dripping with authority, "I'll take care of the viper."

Copperhead's body recoiled from the punch, the blow leaving him dazed, but her instincts kicked in immediately. She hissed in pain, her tail writhing in an attempt to break free from Spider-Man's iron grip. But Spider-Man was already preparing for the next move, his body poised for another strike, his enhanced reflexes making every movement fluid, natural, and devastatingly effective.