Silva vs. The Six
The final showdown. Six villains. One hero. And something black falling out of the sky.
Six of them. The Goblin out of his cell. The Doctor with eight steel arms. The Vulture. Sandstorm. Blockhead. And Midnight wearing Zachary's own face.
"One Spider. Six of my finest. End him before sunrise, gentlemen. Brooklyn is the down payment."
Zachary fought like a kid who had nothing left to lose. Because he didn't. The Goblin had already taken everything.
Something fell. A meteor. Or so the news would say. It hit the bridge cable two feet from him, and what crawled out of the crater wasn't rock.
The black thing was warm. Alive. Hungry. And before Zachary could swing away, it was already up his arm — already learning the shape of him.
"Wh— what ARE you?? Get— get OFF—"
But then the Silva-tingle quieted. The pain in his ribs went numb. The webs at his wrists went jet black, and twice as strong.
"…oh. Oh, that's new. Aight. Y'all wanted a war? Meet the new Spider."
He tore through the Six like a thunderhead. The Vulture went down first. Then Sandstorm. Blockhead crumpled into the river. The Doctor's arms snapped one by one.
"You're not a hero anymore, Silva. You're something worse. You're US."
He pinned the Goblin to the cable. The black suit whispered, finish him. For a long moment, Zachary listened.
Then he remembered Uncle Benny. And he let the Goblin live.
Brooklyn woke up to six villains in NYPD cuffs and a single black silhouette watching from a water tower. Smiling, just a little too wide.
END OF ARC ONE. ZACHARY SILVA WILL RETURN IN — THE BLACK SUIT SAGA.