Nathan's eyes flickered sharply as he heard the voice echoing through the alley.
He found it. The Abomination.
The tiny Spider-Man tracker device in his jacket pocket pulsed, sensing Nathan's surge of adrenaline. The synthetic eyes of the tracker flickered to life.
Nathan didn't waste a second. He dashed forward like a bullet.
In a dimly lit alleyway, Peter Parker walked cautiously, keeping to the shadows. Just a few meters behind him, Emil Blonsky, known to the world as the Abomination, followed quietly. His sharp, military-trained eyes scanned every rooftop, every window, every trash can.
But the alley remained eerily quiet.
"Where the hell is this guy...?" Blonsky muttered under his breath, frustration creeping in. "When's he going to show himself?"
Then his eyes narrowed and landed on Peter's back.
"Maybe we can use the kid," he thought coldly. "If this boy is Richard's son... then threatening him should draw Richard out."
The idea made perfect tactical sense. Blonsky's mission was clear: draw out Richard Parker—dead or alive. And if using his son as bait accomplished that goal, then so be it.
He didn't care about honor. He cared about results.
Just as Blonsky stepped forward, preparing to grab Peter, a voice crackled over his earpiece. "Major! You can't touch civilians without explicit orders!"
Blonsky growled. "If it goes wrong, let the higher-ups deal with me."
He was about to lunge when—
A shadowy figure appeared on a rooftop.
A flash of a black hoodie, face hidden, watching Peter.
Then in an instant, the figure vanished.
Blonsky's eyes lit up with predatory glee. "Finally... caught you."
He roared, his body swelling and mutating, bulging with green monstrous mass, his clothes shredding. In mere seconds, the Abomination launched himself forward like a living missile!
"Richard! Don't run! I've got your son!" he bellowed, loud enough to shake windows.
Peter froze. He turned sharply just in time to see the Abomination bulldozing through a wall, charging into the shadows.
His heart raced. That name... Richard? His father?
Peter's instincts screamed to follow, to chase him with his web-slingers. But too many eyes were watching. He ducked into a side alley and vanished from sight.
Troops nearby rushed to the alley, baffled. "Where did he go?!"
"Did the kid slip into a building?"
Peter, meanwhile, moved like a phantom, keeping a wide distance but tracking the Abomination silently.
Up ahead, the Abomination landed at a rooftop.
There was someone there.
A hooded man.
With a snarl, the monster stomped forward. "You're cornered now, Richard! Turn around!"
On a nearby rooftop, Peter crouched and watched tensely, ready to intervene. His body was taut like a coiled spring.
The hooded figure turned slowly.
And Peter's mouth dropped open.
It wasn't Richard.
It was Hawkeye.
"Hawkeye?!" the Abomination growled, confused. "Why the hell are you here?!"
Peter was even more stunned. My dad... is Hawkeye?
Clint Barton raised an eyebrow and kept his cool. He quickly fabricated a cover story.
"I've been following Peter because we suspect Spider-Man's sudden appearance is linked to Richard Parker," he said calmly. "There's a theory Richard used his genetic research to become Spider-Man himself."
"I was tracking Peter for leads."
Blonsky's fists tightened. "So it wasn't Richard after all..."
With a savage growl, he punched a nearby steel door, reducing it to twisted metal.
Rage churned inside him.
"And you've been the one tailing Peter this whole time?" he snarled.
Clint nodded.
"That explains why none of our guys could locate the surveillance trace."
The Abomination seethed. He wanted to kill Hawkeye on the spot.
But he didn't.
Because even a monster like him knew better than to attack a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. operative, one of the core Avengers who helped defend Earth during the Battle of New York.
He needed a hostage, not a diplomatic disaster.
So he turned again, eyes scanning for Peter.
And there he was—trying to sneak away on a nearby rooftop.
"Very good." Blonsky's eyes gleamed.
"CATCH YOU!"
He roared and leapt forward like a missile.
"Peter Parker!!" he shouted.
Clint flinched. "Are you out of your damn mind, Blonsky?!"
Peter's Spider-Sense exploded in his head. Every nerve screamed.
Just as he prepared to shoot a web and dodge—
A slicing sound tore through the air.
A black arc streaked in from the distance, like a blade made of sound and shadow.
Even Blonsky paused mid-leap.
Clint's eyes widened. "What the hell...?"
Peter's breath caught.
"Richard... you finally came," the Abomination hissed, turning with a smile of triumph.
The black figure landed on the rooftop, shrouded in smoke and wind.
It was him.
Nathan.
Blonsky stared at the figure's stance, his powers... the aura of spider strength... electricity humming.
"You're not escaping me this time!" he bellowed.
The Abomination strapped on an insulated helmet, protecting himself from the electrical strikes that had caught him off guard last time.
"I've come prepared!"
And he lunged again.
Nathan didn't flinch.
He raised a hand and whispered: "Blue Shadow."
"Yes!" a voice replied from his shoulder.
The symbiote—fluid, dark, intelligent—merged into Nathan's body instantly. And in the same moment, the bracelet on his wrist pulsed, unleashing demonic energy straight into his veins.
His body expanded.
Blue armor burst from his limbs. Fangs curled. Claws emerged.
The Blue Symbiote Warrior was reborn.
Clint gasped. "That's the same symbiote from before!"
He remembered it clearly—this creature had saved Peter twice now. And both times, it had come exactly when Peter was in danger.
"Twice... around Peter... at the exact moment of crisis..."
The truth hit him like lightning.
Nathan was Richard.
Richard Parker. Alive. Transformed.
Hidden in plain sight.
He had faked his death, vanished, merged with a powerful entity, and now he returned—not just to protect—but to fight.
Clint's spine tingled. "Richard Parker... is alive. And he's become something... else."
Peter stared in shock. "My dad... is the host of the blue symbiote?"
Everything made sense.
The symbiote's strength. Its familiarity. Its timing.
And the fact that Peter had inherited his own powers from one of Richard Parker's experimental spiders.
"Of course... he's stronger than me," Peter whispered under his breath.
Blonsky snarled, confused by Nathan's lack of reaction.
Then he shrugged it off.
Now armed with gear that neutralized electricity, he charged.
"Face your fear, Parker!"
He slammed his fist forward. The wind around it exploded like a sonic boom.
Nathan stepped forward calmly.
Behind him, the wind howled.
But the Blue Shadow Symbiote howled louder.
And this time—he wasn't going to run.
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