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Peter found the group in the middle of a sparring session. Gwen was the first to notice him, her face lighting up with relief.
"Peter! You're finally out. Is the work finished?"
Peter nodded, then reached into his bag and tossed a bundle of dark, shimmering fabric to Peter B. Parker.
"Your old suit was trashed in the last fight," Peter said. "Take this. I've reinforced the weave with a Tungsten-Titanium-Cobalt alloy. It's light, but it'll stop a blade and dampen the impact of a punch. It's perfect for your 'old-school' brawling style."
Peter B. caught the suit, feeling the strange, cold weight of the metal-infused fabric. He looked at the young man with a mix of respect and sadness. In the end, he only managed two words. "Thank you."
Next, Peter turned to Miles. He handed the boy a pair of sleek, modified wrist-guards.
"Miles, these are new web-shooters. I've lined the firing chambers with superconducting filaments. Your 'Venom Blast' electricity will now travel through your webs without losing any power. You're our support now—use these to stun anyone who gets too close."
"Whoa! This is amazing!" Miles cheered, spinning around. "Thanks, Big Brother Peter! I owe you one!"
Finally, it was Gwen's turn. Peter pulled out a strange metallic hilt from behind his back. It looked like a short sword, but it had no blade. Gwen took it, curious.
"Press the button on the side," Peter prompted.
Buzz!
A hum of pure energy filled the room. A thirty-centimeter blade of stable white light extended from the hilt, glowing with a soft, humming vibrance.
"Peter... what is this?" Gwen whispered, mesmerized by the glow.
"It's an energy-blade prototype," Peter explained with a soft smile. "A lightsaber, if you want to be fancy. It'll cut through almost anything Kingpin throws at you. I wanted to make sure you had the best protection possible."
Caliber is Justice
Peter then headed to the private quarters of Shadow Spider-Man. He found the detective cleaning his old revolver in the dim light. Peter set a heavy, long case on the table.
Inside was a massive, intimidating sniper rifle.
"I based this on the Barrett M82A1," Peter said, his voice low. "But I modified the barrel and the firing pin to match your custom revolver's specs. It's reinforced for high-pressure rounds."
Shadow Spider-Man ran a gloved hand over the cold, matte-black barrel. For the first time, his voice lost its icy edge. "This... this is a beautiful piece of work, kid."
"I made it for Norman Osborn," Peter said coldly. "He's the Ultimate Green Goblin here. With 12.7mm ice-attribute rounds, you can take him down from a mile away. Caliber is justice, and range is truth. Use this to keep our friends safe."
Shadow Spider-Man clicked a cold, blue-tipped bullet into the chamber. "I won't miss. I'll put him down before he even smells us coming."
"I'm counting on it," Peter said, patting the detective's shoulder. "Give it a name."
Shadow Spider-Man watched Peter leave before whispering to the empty room, "From now on, you're Venom Sting."
The Secret Weapon
In the deepest sub-level of the vault, Peni Parker was still working. She sat in the cockpit of her spider-robot, using a high-precision laser to weld the final plates onto a massive, towering shadow.
This was Peter's final project—a collaborative masterpiece that integrated Peni's advanced robotics with Peter's Celestial Tech.
Peni hopped down from her mech, wiping grease from her forehead. She looked up at the giant metal body hidden in the dark. It was a terrifying, beautiful machine.
"Peter is going to love this," she giggled, popping a fresh bubble of gum. "We really are a good team. Our brains just... click."
She looked at the giant robot and felt a twinge of sadness. In her world, Earth-14512, giant monsters—Kaiju—fell from the sky and leveled cities. Her life was a constant war of mechs versus monsters.
"If only Peter lived in my world," she sighed. "We could finally end the war."
She shook off the thought and looked at the monitors. The countdown was almost over. The "Spider-Army" was no longer a group of rag-tag refugees. They were a high-tech strike force, armed and ready to tear Kingpin's world apart.