WTF!
The moment the attacks from Molten Man and Swarm passed through Peter, their psychological state collapsed. It was that same realization again—this guy isn't just strong; he's a literal cheat code!
Just like Electro's elementalization, the Wizard Driver's Water Style granted Peter a form of intangibility. While it had a flaw—he couldn't deal physical damage while shifted—magic remained unaffected.
And Peter had plenty of magic to spare.
"Is that all you've got? If this is your limit... then it's my turn!" Peter snapped his fingers.
ICE TIME!
Vast waves of absolute zero cold erupted from Peter's body. The sudden, localized freeze caught the bee swarm before they could disperse.
They were flash-frozen into a massive, solid sphere of ice that shattered upon hitting the floor.
Molten Man roared, pushing his internal temperature to its absolute limit to resist the frost. But he was a finite heat source; Peter's mana was practically bottomless.
Within ten seconds, the glowing gold-red of the liquid metal dimmed. His body became sluggish, then rigid.
Worse, the rapid temperature drop caused an irreversible embrittlement of his alloy structure.
"No... NO!"
With a desperate struggle, Molten Man tried to lunge forward, but his own momentum worked against him.
CRACK!
The sound of snapping metal echoed as he literally twisted his own arm off. Fissures webbed across his body until, with a final ping, the alloy disintegrated into a pile of cold, lifeless metal chunks.
Peter clapped his hands, shaking off non-existent dust. He looked down at the three defeated villains and activated the Omnitrix.
He wanted to use the Symbiote's memory-reading ability to see if any of them were worth "recruiting" into his Shadow Hand.
The results were disappointing.
Swarm (Fritz von Meyer) had been a director of gas chambers in a Nazi concentration camp. The moment Peter saw that memory, his eyes went cold. He reached out and tapped the frozen ice block containing the Queen Bee.
Ping.
The ice shattered into dust. The world was now a slightly cleaner place.
As for Isaiah Bradley and Molten Man, they weren't much better. While Isaiah was portrayed as a victim in other timelines, Peter saw memories of him using his strength to commit atrocities against civilians during the war.
He was a man consumed by a desire for vengeance—not just against his jailers, but against society.
Molten Man had once been a decent man, but since joining Hydra, he had "fallen," with the blood of several innocents on his hands.
Peter didn't hesitate. He sent both of them to the afterlife and sacrificed all four sets of gear to the system. Unfortunately, because they were relatively obscure, the total haul was only 1,800 points.
Using his Byakugan, Peter checked on Tony and the others. As expected, without the four "freaks," the rest of the Hydra grunts were like paper dolls in front of the Avengers.
Tony was venting his rage, his micro-missiles and repulsors turning the facility into a scrap yard.
Alexander Pierce, who had tried to flee through the tunnel, was currently pinned to the floor by Captain America's shield, his face purple with exertion and fear.
Peter materialized next to them just as Pierce opened his mouth to try and negotiate for his life. Peter didn't let him speak. He injected a strand of the Symbiote into Pierce's brain.
Base locations, contact info for European Hydra cells, lists of double agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. and the government, laundered funds... every dirty secret Pierce possessed flowed into Peter's mind.
Peter let go of the old man and looked at Tony. "He's useless now. By the way, he is the one who personally greenlit the hit on your father."
Tony's eyes turned cold. He stepped forward, his palm repulsors narrowing into a thin, searing laser—hot enough to burn but precise enough to avoid instant death. He began at Pierce's toes, moving upward inch by inch.
Pierce's screams filled the room. Steve and Bucky watched in silence; they knew the weight of such a debt.
While Tony "enjoyed" his revenge, Peter walked over to Bucky. He reached out, and the power of the Horse Talisman flowed into the Winter Soldier.
Seconds later, Bucky wasn't just healed; the mental triggers and neural damage from decades of Hydra conditioning were wiped clean. For the first time in seventy years, he was truly James Buchanan Barnes again.
But with total mental clarity came total memory. Bucky remembered every face, every scream—including Howard and Maria Stark.
A heavy silence fell over him. He looked at Peter, who had healed him, then at Tony, who stood amidst the smoke, looking lost despite his vengeance.
Bucky took a deep breath and walked over to Tony.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice raspy and sincere.
As the words left his lips, Tony—not the Mark III, but Tony himself—wound up and threw a punch.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Red-eyed and silent, Tony sat atop Bucky, raining down punches on his face. Bucky, whose face had just been healed, was quickly a mess of blood and bruises again.
Steve instinctively moved to intervene, but Bucky coughed out a mouthful of blood and shook his head.
"Steve, stay back," Bucky gasped, looking into Tony's pain-filled eyes. "This is... what I owe him."
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