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The roaring chaos of the rift was a physical assault, a screaming, multi-sensory vortex that seemed to actively repel their presence. The air was frigid, filled with the sharp, sterile scent of ozone and an underlying, unsettling smell of nothingness, like an open vacuum. For Spider-Man, the constant, high-pitched shriek of his spider-sense was so intense it was a razor's edge against his consciousness.
"Alright, Wonder Woman!" he shouted over the din, his voice a tinny distortion against the roar. "Time to build a web and see what we catch!"
He took a running start, not at the rift, but parallel to it. He fired a series of thick, foundational web lines, creating a wide perimeter, anchoring the main structural points to the solid bedrock on either side of the tunnel. This wasn't his usual acrobatic swinging; this was high-stakes, three-dimensional architecture, and the construction site was actively trying to kill him.
He was a blur of kinetic energy, a living shuttle weaving a complex loom. A whip-like tendril of violet energy lashed out, and he contorted in mid-air, the energy searing the air inches from his face. He landed on the curved ceiling of the tunnel, clinging upside down, his mind a supercomputer of angles and tensile strengths. He began to work inwards, firing rapid-succession shots of webbing, creating a complex, cross-hatched lattice. It was like building a dreamcatcher the size of a house, each strand precisely placed to distribute the immense, theoretical load.
Wonder Woman was his anchor, his shield. She stood unflinching before the pulsing tear, a statuesque figure of impossible calm amidst the storm. A smaller, faster tendril of energy broke free, aimed directly at Spider-Man's back. Before he could even register the specific threat, she was in motion. She didn't move to intercept it; she simply raised her vambrace, and the energy bolt struck it with a sharp CRACK, dissipating into harmless golden sparks. She was a fortress, her focus absolute, her purpose singular: to guard the weaver at his work.
"Getting there!" he yelled, the strain evident in his voice. The gravitational pull from the rift was erratic, tugging at him, trying to pull him from his perch. The muscles in his back and shoulders screamed in protest. He was pushing his webbing to its limits, layering it, reinforcing it, creating a deep, concave 'socket' of pearlescent, semi-translucent material. "Just need to close the loop!"
He fired the final, connecting strands, and the structure was complete. It was a masterpiece of instinct and engineering, a massive, intricate web that framed the violent tear in reality, its edges looking soft but possessing a strength that could stop a moving train.
"THE NET IS UP!" he roared, landing on the track beside her, his body trembling with adrenaline and exhaustion. "IT'S ALL YOU! HIT IT DEAD CENTER AND PUSH OUTWARDS! EVENLY!"
Wonder Woman needed no further instruction. She stepped forward, planting her feet into the gravel and debris of the track bed. She took a deep, steadying breath, and the ambient golden light that always seemed to cling to her began to intensify. It was not a harsh, sterile light, but a radiance that was ancient, warm, and profoundly alive—a stark, living contrast to the cold, dead violet of the rift.
She brought her hands together, palms facing the web, and unleashed her power.
It was not a blast. It was a wave. A controlled, perfectly focused tsunami of pure, divine energy. It struck the center of Spider-Man's web, and the entire structure lit up, transformed from a simple construct into a glowing, golden conduit. The energy didn't tear through it; the web caught the power, channeled it, and distributed it perfectly, just as he had designed, pushing outwards from the center to the reinforced edges.
The rift reacted like a wounded beast. The roaring intensified into a deafening, reality-tearing scream. The violet light flared violently, pushing back against the golden tide. The entire tunnel shook, dust and concrete raining down from the ceiling. Spider-Man scrambled to fire secondary anchor lines, his sinews screaming as he fought to keep the web-socket from being ripped from its moorrings.
"IT'S WORKING!" he yelled, though he wasn't sure if she could hear him over the din. "KEEP PUSHING!"
He could see the strain on her face. Her jaw was clenched, her muscles taut, sweat beading on her brow. This was not an effortless display; she was pouring an immense, almost unimaginable amount of her life force into this single, focused act. The golden light intensified, the pure, ordered power of the gods warring against the chaotic, empty hunger of the void.
Slowly, agonizingly, the edges of the rift began to shrink. The violent lashing of the energy tendrils subsided, pulled back towards the contracting center. The tear was closing, the wound was healing.
"ALMOST THERE!" Spider-Man shouted, a surge of desperate hope in his voice.
With a final, guttural cry, Wonder Woman pushed forward, unleashing a final, massive wave of power. The golden light of the web became blindingly bright, and with a sound like a giant inhaling, the last of the violet rift collapsed in on itself, shrinking from the size of a bus to the size of a basketball, then a marble, then a pinprick of utter blackness.
And then, it was gone.
The silence that followed was absolute, a physical presence that rushed in to fill the void left by the roaring chaos. It was more deafening than the noise had been. The golden glow from the web faded, and they were plunged into a profound, disorienting darkness, the only light the faint, distant emergency strobes.
The air was still, tasting of ozone and dust. Spider-Man's web, its purpose served, began to dissolve, the strands turning to a fine, glittering dust that drifted down through the darkness.
"You alright?" Spider-Man's voice, raw and hoarse, cut through the silence.
He heard a heavy, shuddering breath from nearby. "I am... depleted," she said, her own voice strained with exhaustion. "But I am well."
He stumbled through the dark, his eyes slowly adjusting, until he found her. She was on one knee, her head bowed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the immense power she had just expended.
He reached out, his hand resting on her shoulder. "We did it," he breathed, a wave of disbelief and relief washing over him. "We actually did it."
She looked up, her face pale in the faint, strobing light, and a small, weary smile touched her lips. "No, Spider-Man," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "We did it together."
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