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Everyone had taken a fall at some point in life, some heights were small, others greater, and some too scary to imagine. But when you're a spider totem, the fear of falling was almost a joke.
Always swinging through the city on their webs, throwing themselves hundreds of meters at high speed, it was safe to imagine that none of them could possibly be afraid of heights or falling. After all, whenever they fell, they got back up right after.
Anna May Parker was born a totem; for her, being a hero was always natural, falling and getting back up countless times. At a young age, she took on the identity of Spiderling and began fighting crime alongside her parents. She was never afraid of falling.
But in this case, fear was starting to take over. After all, it’s not every day that a spider totem finds herself falling through an interdimensional tunnel with no sense of direction.
She didn’t know how long she had been screaming or falling, nor which way she was falling. There was so much information flooding her brain that she couldn’t even tell what was happening anymore.
That is... until she landed face-first in… grass.
Anna-May looked around, noticing she had landed in the middle of a green area with several people walking nearby and stopping to stare at her. The girl groaned as she carefully stood up until she realized something.
The Manhattan Bridge right beside her, stretching out ahead.
"The bridge… Am I in New York?" Anna wondered, confused, before hearing a groan behind her, making her turn and widen her eyes upon recognizing who it was.
"Spider-girl!" Anna called out, limping toward her and helping the girl up, who looked just as exhausted as she was.
Spider-girl, with her variation of the Spider-man suit, though similar,was quite different, with unique features that made it memorable. Her white lenses, huge and glowing, gave an intimidating look, while the colors were a bit more varied than typical, the blue replaced by charcoal black, and the vibrant red swapped for an orange-red so bright it hurt the eyes under light.
Her spider symbol, instead of being small and contained, was massive, covering the entire center of her chest while the legs extended over her shoulders and ribs, merging into the black of the suit. Her boots, instead of being a single red color, were mismatched, one side black and the other red. And to top it all off, the most striking detail of her suit were the silver bracelets connected to her web-shooters.
"Annie?" Spider-Girl asked as she stood up with Anna’s help.
"Yes, it’s me… but maybe it’s not a good idea to use my name right now..." Anna replied, briefly looking around, noticing how they had now become the center of attention, though no one seemed willing to approach. Instead, they were all recording them with their phones.
"Oh, right. You..." Spider-Girl groaned before sighing. "Sorry about that, Spiderling."
Spiderling, unlike the previous spider, wore a suit that was slightly more revealing. The main difference was the lack of a full mask, replaced instead by a simple red mask covering her eyes, with milky white lenses.
Her suit had minimal differences, the most notable being the mask and the color, which instead of red, was blue, with a broader spider emblem and pincer-like fangs. She also wore a pair of small red dual bracelets and red ballet flats with thick soles.
"...Yes, I’m fine too. Thanks for asking, Spiderling and Spider-Girl." commented a metallic voice, startling the two as they turned to see the Spiderbot.
The Spiderbot could easily be described as an imposing combat machine with a sleek, aerodynamic look reminiscent of a futuristic mecha. Its structure was robust and athletic, shaped to evoke power and agility. The armor was predominantly red with yellow details.
The robot’s chest bore a large golden "V"-shaped plate with glowing yellow lights at the center, suggesting a power core or some type of reactor. Its head was small in proportion to the body, protected by a red helmet with illuminated yellow eyes, resembling a spider’s gaze.
Its arms were long and slender, with huge shoulder pads and visible mechanical joints. One of the arms was positioned as if the bot were supporting its weight on the ground, ready for action. The hands had articulated fingers, reinforcing the idea of strength and precision.
The legs were equally reinforced, with knees protected by metal plates and large feet resembling mechanical claws, perfect for both combat and stability on rough terrain, colored in black, adding to the noble and aggressive aesthetic.
The presence of the spider mecha drew the phones’ attention away from the girls and onto it as Spider-Girl and Spiderling stood up.
"Bot, you're here too?" Spiderling asked, surprised as she looked at her teammate.
"Unfortunately. Well, I’d question where exactly we are, but we’ve got a bit too curious an audience." Spiderbot pointed with one of her two claws at the people still recording, though they pulled back slightly when that metal hand gestured at them.
"So… should we head to a nice rooftop to talk?" Spider-girl asked while rolling her shoulder to relieve some tension.
"Don’t know why you’re asking when the answer’s obvious." Spiderling shot out a pair of web lines as the civilians reacted with surprise.
"Let’s go!" With a slingshot-like leap, Spider-Girl shot above the trees.
As soon as she took off, Spiderling and Spiderbot jumped after her, following in her swing. The three of them moved through the city, noticing how people seemed to stop what they were doing just to admire the trio.
"Hey, don’t you think people are way too impressed to see us? I mean, yeah, three spiders in the sky is cool, but… doesn’t it seem weird?" Spiderbot’s voice echoed from within the mecha as its cameras scanned the people passing below.
"Yeah… just another thing for us to figure out." Spiderling sighed before taking the lead, leaping toward a rooftop that looked isolated enough.
She landed softly and walked a bit, noticing it was high enough to avoid any prying eyes and gave them full visibility of anyone approaching from either the sky or the ground.
"Well, I think this spot is good. I don’t see anything up here. No curious drones or helicopters… can someone recap what just happened?" Spider-Girl leaned on the edge of the rooftop while checking her web-shooters.
"We were dealing with…"
"The multiversal vampire spider-totems." Spiderling answered, making Spiderbot stare at her.
"Still just as ridiculous as the first time and saying it again doesn’t help." Spiderbot sighed.
"Didn’t they call themselves the Inheritors or something?" Spider-girl gave one last check on her bracelets before closing the compartments.
"Doesn’t matter! A while ago we were fighting them somewhere in the Great Web, and then there was that explosion. I remember falling into… some kind of void. Next thing I knew, I was on the Manhattan Bridge." Spiderbot explained, crossing her arms.
"Okay… now I remember why there’s this massive hole in my back." Spider-girl turned and showed how the back of her suit was destroyed. "...And that also explains why my bra’s all loose."
"Too much information." Spiderling muttered, rubbing her face.
"That’s the spider standard. Either the situation’s hilariously messed up, or it’s just sad… I prefer the funny one, not sure about you." Spider-girl shot a web onto her back to cover it.
"She’s right." Spiderbot nodded.
"See? Thanks, Spider Megazord!"
"You’re welcome!"
"Okay… at least now I know this isn’t my world." Spiderling reflected, crossing her arms.
"Reasons? Looks pretty much like my New York and… never mind. Just saw that sign over there." Spider-girl pointed to the large building behind the two spiders, her lenses wide as she placed one hand in front of her mouth in exaggerated comedic shock.
The three stared in disbelief at a sign that displayed something they didn’t expect. A large red logo with the initials P.I. encircled in red, alongside a looping panel showing something they never thought they’d see.
The panel was about a new medication designed to lessen the effects of smoke inhalation during fires and help firefighters in their work, something none of them had in their worlds, which was already a big clue they weren’t home. But what truly drew their attention was the corner of the panel, where the initials were expanded into a full name:
Parker Industries.
"But…" began Spiderbot, the lenses on her suit wide.
"...what the…" Spider-Girl followed, eyes wide, lifting her hands to her head.
"...hell is this?!" Spiderling finished the reaction, clutching her hair as she processed the information in front of her.
"Am I really seeing this right?! Dad’s a company owner in this world?!" Spider-Girl made a point of removing her mask and rubbing her eyes to be sure she was seeing correctly.
"Aw man! Why isn’t my dad like that in my world?! I’d have it made!" Spiderling complained as her arms dropped to her sides, already imagining a fortune in her bank account.
"Hey… is anyone else seeing Pete with dyed highlights? Or is that just me?" Spiderbot pointed again at the massive panel, and the two heroines focused more closely on the hair of their alternate-dimension father.
"...THE SITUATION JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE!" Spider-Girl crouched down, holding her head again.
"He has better hair than we do…" Spiderling muttered, head down.
"THAT’S NOT THE POINT, LOOK AT HIS FACE!" Spider-Girl grabbed Spiderling by the shoulders and pointed. "HE LOOKS LIKE A MODEL! LOOK AT THAT SMOOTH FACE! WHERE’S THE BEARD?! WHERE’S THE 30-YEAR-OLD FACE?!"
"…"
"…"
"Life is so unfair!" Spider-Girl punched the ground, frustrated by the sight before her. "I wanted to be rich and hot!"
While she had her meltdown, Spiderling and Spiderbot exchanged glances before the mecha sighed, her eyes beginning to glow green.
"I… refuse to comment on this. I’ll just focus on trying to contact the others."
"I’m starting to understand why people were so shocked to see us… Dad’s a company owner here. There’s no Spider-Man in this world!" Spiderling sat on the ledge, scanning the area around her.
"I don’t know if that’s a relief or something to worry about…" Spider-Girl, finishing her little drama, stood up and continued watching the Parker Industries ads. "Damn, He made a hologram with solar energy! That's cool!"
"Girls! We’ve got a problem!" Spiderbot called, making the two turn toward her. "I can’t contact anyone, none of the multiversal spider communicators are responding, not even Madame Web!"
"...You’re joking, right…" Spider-Girl whimpered, her head falling in despair.
"I wish I were joking… I really do, but no one’s answering! Spider-Ghost, Spider-Woman, Scarlet, Superior. Nothing."
"So… we’re stuck here? No communication and no idea what this world is like. Great. Wonderful!" Spiderling flailed her arms as Spider-Girl grumbled.
"Aaah. Good ol’ Parker luck, always late, never fails!" Spider-Girl laughed awkwardly, then placed her hands on her waist before lowering her head and sighing in frustration.
"Could this even get worse?" And as if by magic, a light rain began to fall on the city. A moment later, thunder echoed, and the rain turned heavy, pouring down on the trio of heroines.
"AAAH! GREAT PARKER LUCK!" Once again, Spider-Girl screamed in frustration, stating the obvious.
"Wow… and people say I’m the dramatic one…" commented a new voice, surprising the three as they turned to look at a water tower, on top of which sat a girl with a familiar symbol on her chest.
"Who are you?" Spiderbot asked the figure on the water tank.
"Oh, you know, your friendly neighborhood spider gal, Araña." the girl said, resting her head on her fist as she leaned forward with a playful smile.
"God… please don’t let that be a symbiote suit." Spiderling prayed silently, hoping her wish would come true. The reason? The girl’s appearance.
A predominantly black suit, with a large spider emblem stretching from her chest to her shoulders and down her abdomen, resembling one of Venom’s many logos but with a more elegant, refined touch. Her black mask had white lenses, fuller and slightly smaller than Spider-Girl’s, covering the upper half of her face, giving her a mysterious, heroic vibe.
But the detail that stood out the most was her reddish-brown hair, tied up in a high ponytail that arched dramatically in the air, brimming with style and energy as if always in motion.
"So… Clone nonsense?" Araña asked casually before leaping forward, flipping in the air, and shooting a web at the water tower to slow her descent before landing squarely in front of the three. "I get it. The boss always complains when this kind of crap comes up."
"Please tell me you’re not hosting Venom…" Spider-Girl felt a nervous twitch in her eye as she stared at the suit.
"What?" Araña blinked, confused, then widened her eyes and looked at her outfit. "Oh, the colors. No, no, relax, I’m not hosting Venom."
"THANK YOU, GOD!" Spider-Girl punched the air, a wave of relief washing over her.
"...I mean, yeah? It would be cool to have his power-up, but… I don’t really like the idea of having a symbiotic parasite in my body and mind." Araña replied, a bit puzzled by the girl’s reaction. Then, crossing her arms, Araña tapped her elbow. "Look, not trying to be pessimistic here, but the boss always says clones cause a lot of trouble. So… sorry about this."
In the next instant, Spiderling and Spider-Girl had already jumped to the sides while Spiderbot simply punched the water tower that Araña had hurled at the three of them, the web still in her hand.
"I don’t think your so-called 'boss’s' experiences were that bad to start things off like this!" Spiderbot raised her other arm as her hand disassembled and reformed into a large cannon.
"Where’s that friendly attitude from just a moment ago?!" Spider-Girl acted quickly. As she jumped, she dove down the side of the building, shooting both her web-shooters at the walls and slingshotting herself back up over the rooftop, launching a barrage of web projectiles at Araña.
Spiderling didn’t waste any time and leapt toward Araña, seizing the opportunity as the latter dodged the attacks from Spider-Girl and Spiderbot. Araña, completely unaware of Spiderling’s approach, spun out of the way of the web blasts in a series of circular flips, ending with one final high jump and clinging to the wall of the neighboring building.
"Okay, that… looked a lot more effective in my head." A mental image flashed through Araña’s mind of her throwing the water tower and knocking out both spiders while short-circuiting the mecha. "Alright, let’s try that again!"
Swinging into motion, Araña abandoned the idea of a ranged fight and charged in for something more direct… or at least, that was the plan, until, right before she could land a hit on Spiderling, her body was slammed by a massive web-ball that pinned her to the remains of the water tank. Her eyes quickly darted toward the source, Spiderbot, her arm still in cannon form, now with a thin trail of smoke coming from the barrel.
"Sorry about this, girl, but we’ve got more important things to deal with than fighting a spider-woman. Maybe another day?" Spiderbot reassembled her arm into its normal form.
Right after that, both Spider-Girl and Spiderling jumped onto the mecha, and Spiderbot ran before swinging away with her glowing red webs, putting distance between them as quickly as possible.
"Hey hey! Come back here!" Araña shouted, trying to free herself from the trap of red webbing. "What is this stuff made of?!"
Watching the three spiders disappear across the city’s rooftops, Araña panicked for a moment and forced her legs free. Her legs may have broken loose… but her arm, and most of her torso,remained stuck in the web, now with a piece of the water tank frame stuck to her arm as well.
"Man, today is really not my day!" Araña grumbled before taking off, jumping from the building and starting her pursuit.
Araña continued the chase for an amount of time she couldn’t really track, focused only on the sight of the three spiders fleeing ahead and the extra weight dragging at her arm. With an annoyed grunt, Araña tapped quickly on the spider emblem on her chest, and a call tone began to ring through her mask.
"Araña. What happened?"
"...that said, I think we can close the deal at 50%, right? Or would you prefer something like 60/40, since the idea was mostly yours." Offered a young man in a suit.
He appeared to be a young adult with curly brown hair, fair skin, and grayish eyes. His suit looked expensive, complemented by a simple pin bearing the Stark Industries logo.
"We'll go with 50. We wouldn't have managed without a good portion of your equipment, Harley." Replied another man sitting on the opposite side of the table.
He had a youthful face, light skin with a few discreet freckles that added an extra charm. Strange purple eyes that didn’t look natural, possibly the result of some external genetic alteration, seemed constantly alert, yet carried a hidden gentleness. His thick eyebrows gave strength to his gaze, while his messy brown hair with red streaks seemed to have a will of its own. He wore a white dress shirt, tight enough to highlight his athletic build, as if the fabric itself regretted trying to hide it. His black, gray, and blue striped tie added a modern, elegant touch, while the dark gray dress pants were perfectly fitted.
The two were the CEOs of Stark and Parker Industries, respectively, and longtime business partners. They were currently in Peter's office at his company.
Harley gave a brief smile before leaning back in his chair and tapping twice on his watch. Upon seeing this, Peter sighed. It was a code Harley used whenever he wanted to discuss topics unrelated to their companies.
Despite his displeasure, Peter pressed a button under his desk, causing a red light to glow on his phone.
"Okay, let me remind you that I’ve officially retired from that life, and Araña is the city’s vigilante now, not me." Peter began with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. "What’s the problem?"
"She picked up some creepy-crawly tech of yours." Harley replied seriously, adjusting himself in his seat. "I followed her trail to one of your warehouses and noticed several opened containers. I’d like to know…"
A ringtone echoed through the room suddenly, cutting their conversation short. Peter sighed while Harley chuckled, seeming amused by the sound. Peter quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a modified flip phone, the source of the "Spider-Man theme music." He opened it and sighed again upon recognizing the caller.
"Sorry, it’s Araña. Must be something serious." Peter apologized quickly before clearing his throat. "Anyway, I’ll have Kara send you the documents later."
"Of course, we’ll talk later." Harley nodded as he stood up and extended his hand. Peter stood to shake it firmly.
With that, Harley left the room as Peter walked toward the window and answered the call, but this time his voice came out much deeper and more monotone, taking on the posture of a dominant leadership figure.
"Araña. What happened?"
"Hey boss! So… I’ve got a package here with two clones and… a mecha worthy of a tokusatsu,all of them wearing something like the classic Spider-Man suit… well, at least one of them." Araña reported, sounding tired. "So… any chance you could come over here?"
"...I’m on my way. Turn on the tracker." Peter requested with a sigh before ending the call.
Peter walked over to the desk and pressed a button on the phone, typing in a code. When he did, the window opened, and a hologram of himself appeared, sitting and working on some paperwork. With that, Peter turned toward the window, and a black liquid began to cover his body before he leapt out, launching into the sky as the liquid shaped itself across him.
Spiderling quickly hid behind a water tank with Spiderbot and Spider-Girl. The three looked tired, trying to catch their breath. The redheaded girl took a deep breath before leaning her back against the metallic surface and looking at her two companions.
“Do…” Spiderling began, panting. “Do you think we lost her?”
“I hope so, I’m out of web cartridges... Damn… we just got out of a war basically, couldn’t we get at least five minutes of rest?” Spider-Girl complained before looking at the mecha. “And you, bot? What’s your status?”
“Low energy levels and in need of repairs, capacity at 10%...” Spiderbot stated after a few seconds.
“Alright then... any ideas on how to get out of here? Maybe tell Araña we’re not clones?” Spiderling asked, making the mecha turn to her.
“Exactly what a clone would say…”
“Better than nothing. Got a better suggestion? I’m open to ideas.” the girl retorted with a sigh.
“...How about we just restrain her and explain the situation?” The two spider-girls looked at the bot with clear doubt. Spiderling’s raised eyebrow was a major emphasis.
“You think you can help? Like, your armor is already at its limit from what you said and…” Spider-Girl started, a little hesitant near the end. “You’re kinda useless without it, no offense.”
“I’m better than you, at least I can still shoot!” Spiderbot snapped back. From inside the bot, the sound of something hitting hard echoed softly, while the bot crossed its arms and turned away from Spider-Girl.
“Okay, okay, no fighting,” Spiderling requested, raising her hands as she stepped between them. “Let’s try the bot’s plan. Spider-Girl, here, take one of my cartridges.”
With that, Spiderling opened one of her web-shooters and removed its cartridge before tossing it to her teammate.
“It would be nice to have the organic webs of that weird Dad variant now... When is it gonna be my turn to cocoon up and swap bodies?” Spider-Girl said with heavy sarcasm, recalling a specific spider-totem that had been defeated.
“...You mean like Araña?” Spiderbot asked.
“Nah, I saw her wrists, they’re hidden, but if you look closely, you can see them,” Spider-Girl loaded the cartridges before tapping twice and firing a test shot.
“But they were never used.” Spiderbot revealed, drawing both girls’ attention. “I scanned, it, every time she fired a web, it came from the back of her hand, the trigger of the shooter was at her wrist... At no point did she actually use that web shooter.”
“Great, another spider with annoying web gadgets… as long as she’s not like that white suit variant, I’m fine,” Spiderling complained while adjusting her own shooters.
“...Which one is that again?” Spider-Girl asked, sounding confused.
“The one where Harry is the… I was gonna say ‘the one where Uncle Harry is Venom,’ but that doesn’t help much… ah! The one with that Miles who has dreads and that awful suit!” Spiderling pointed upward like it was the ultimate answer.
“Oh… got it.” Spider-Girl nodded while Spiderbot sighed and facepalmed.
“I like that suit…”
“You don’t count, you’ve got a crush on him.” Spiderling retorted.
“Correction, I had a crush on the OTHER Miles variant!” Spiderbot poked a finger in Spiderling’s face. “And in defense of that variant, the problem is the blue. If it were yellow or white, it’d be way better!”
“You had a crush on him? Like, in the past? Did something happen?” Spider-Girl inquired, but Spiderling quickly cut her off.
“Can we get back to the focus here? How are you two able to ignore our situation like this?”
There was no time to answer Spiderling’s question, as spider-sense kicked in, and with one more leap, the three landed on a glass wall of the adjacent building. Araña struck the tank with the remnants of the other tank still stuck to her body, breaking it.
“I’m really stressed about this! Can’t you let me have a good scene to make the front page tomorrow?!” Araña took advantage of the worn-out red web and, with the help of the water, finally removed the large piece stuck to her arm. “Finally!”
“You really kept looking for us with that still stuck on you?” Spiderbot’s posture was relaxed, seeing how exhausted Araña was. “Did it never cross your mind to just… yank it off first and look for us later?”
“Well, I was busy with… No! That’s not important right now!” Araña exclaimed, pointing at them. “Surrender peacefully and we won’t end you!”
“Is it that hard to just stop and listen to us?” Spider-Girl whined, resting against Spiderbot’s shoulder. “Look at yourself. Let’s just calm down and talk… please, I can’t take this anymore.”
“If there’s one thing I learned from the boss, it’s that if someone looks like you and isn’t you, it’s a clone or a trick, don’t let them speak, beat them down and go home.” Araña explained proudly, having learned such a lesson.
“...Complicated. Well, guess we really are using the megazord plan!” Spider-Girl replied just before firing two webs at Araña, who responded with the same move, creating a tug-of-war.
Neither Araña nor Spider-Girl held back in the web tug-of-war. But Araña forgot the main fact that left her at a disadvantage, while she was alone in this, Spider-Girl wasn’t. Soon, she saw two more pairs of webs joining Spider-Girl’s, and under her mask, with a blank face, Araña realized her terrible decision as her body gave in to the struggle and was pulled toward them. With a skillful move from Spiderbot, she was wrapped up in red webs once again.
“OKAY, I CAN’T DO THIS! BOSS, PLEASE!”
The initial response left the three confused, but they quickly understood what she meant when they saw a figure emerge from the shadows of the building below and grab Araña in a high, swift leap. Spiderbot even tried to retaliate against the newcomer, but this new spider was faster, and with a single precise shot, her cannon was covered and disabled by a black web with a strange purplish glow in the mech’s lights.
"Wait, is that..."
In a rapid series of acrobatics, the new spider didn't shoot webs but black tendrils toward the trio on the wall, grabbing them before they could react and hurling them onto the rooftop of the neighboring building.
"That was just plain ugly, Araña. But at least you finally admitted you couldn’t take on three at once."
The man’s voice was deep and reverberating, almost like a scratched record, yet there was a certain charisma to it.
"...Sorry, Boss."
This time, Araña seemed genuinely disappointed with herself, which made the man sigh.
"Next time, try listening to what I say first. Alright?"
Using his hands, the man tore apart the red webs. As he turned toward the trio, a shiver ran down all three Spider-women’s spines.
"Oh no… no, God no…" Spider-Girl whimpered, recognizing those tendrils.
"This day really can't get any worse…" Spiderling just lowered her head, knowing there was no good way out of this disaster.
The new Spider figure was lean and menacing. Clad in a pitch-black suit, it clung to his body like a second living skin, pulsing, almost as if it had a will of its own. The suit’s lines twisted into organic patterns, resembling veins or roots spreading across his tense musculature, suggesting something far from normal, something predatory.
At the center of his chest, a grotesque white spider symbol sprawled with open claws, as if ready to dig into its prey. It didn’t look like just a design it throbbed, as if breathing, as if watching, waiting to strike.
His eyes, large, white, like headlights in the dark, didn’t blink. They stared, judged, and froze their targets. There was no emotion there, only instinct, a cold void whispering silent promises of violence.
Beneath the mask, the hidden jaw seemed to hold a hunger that was never satisfied,a heavy silence that screamed with every move.
The light touching his body bent oddly, creating a spectral outline with bluish and reddish glints that flickered like reflections from a nightmare.
"A symbiote… a goddamn Spider with a symbiote!" Spiderbot groaned the same way Spider-Girl had earlier. "I don’t wanna have to go through a full maintenance!"
"Dude, let’s calm down, okay? You’re with a symbiote, it must…" Spider-Girl began, raising her hands within the tendrils to show she meant no harm.
Then, suddenly, Spider-Girl found herself breathless, her eyes heavy, pain spreading through her body. She looked down to see Spider-Man’s fist buried in her gut.
She hadn’t even seen him move.
She had never faced someone with a symbiote before, and now she could confirm what many other spiders had always said: they were strong. VERY strong.
"Ah… great luck, spider…~" Spider-Girl mocked one last time before her body gave in to unconsciousness.
“No!” shouted Spiderling.
“We surrender!” Spiderbot was quick to declare.
Unfortunately, this Spider-Man, like other symbiote-wielding spiders, had forgotten what the word “surrender” even meant. In a swift motion, he grabbed Spiderling’s head and knocked her out with a knee to the face.
In a desperate move, Spiderbot unleashed an electric shock through the tendrils still binding them. Of course, Spider-Girl and Spiderling were also hit, but it was the most effective action she could think of at the time.
She no longer had her sonic stun gadgets, so this would have to do.
Unfortunately, it only seemed to annoy Spider-Man. His white eyes narrowed, and an irritated growl came from his mouth. He leapt and kicked the mech in the back, denting it into the rooftop and damaging the electrical systems.
Landing on top of the bot, he was ready to rip open its shell and drag out whoever was inside—until he saw the logo on it.
Hopping off and flipping the Spiderbot upside down with a tendril, he crossed his arms, which left Araña confused.
“…You’re not clones, are you?”