Marvel Zodiac knight

In the hospital, Peter sat at Jessica Drew's bedside, talking to the unconscious girl as if she could hear him. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the soft beeping of the heart monitor.

"Jessica, do you know? I did another good thing last night and saved a dozen kids," he said, pacing slightly, his voice tinged with excitement. "Well, okay, it was mostly James. But I was there as Spider-Man! That counts for something, right?"

He chuckled nervously. "You know, that guy James—whether he calls himself Sentinel or Zodiac now—he's something else. But when Clarice is around, his IQ seems to drop a few points."

Peter continued to ramble, sharing secrets he had never spoken of before. To anyone else, his confessions might have been shocking, but Jessica lay still, her eyes closed. After the car accident that had nearly taken her life, she remained in a coma. The doctors had said that talking to her could help stimulate her recovery, so Peter came every day, hoping to reach her.

As he spoke, he felt a mix of frustration and determination. Jessica was alive, but he feared she couldn't hear him. "I just wish there was something more I could do," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Just then, the door creaked open. Gwen Stacy stepped in, carrying a basin of warm water. "Hey, Peter," she greeted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, Gwen. Are you here alone?" he asked, glancing up.

"Of course," she replied, her lips forming a thin line. She began to gently wipe Jessica's face and arms with a damp cloth. "What about you? How's she doing?"

"It's still the same," Peter sighed, shaking his head. "I was just thinking, maybe we need something to wake her up—like letting a spider bite her or something."

Gwen raised an eyebrow, her expression half-amused, half-concerned. "You really think that's a good idea? You know she's terrified of spiders, right?"

"Spider bites aren't always bad," Peter retorted, but the humor in his voice fell flat in the somber room.

They spent the morning in silence, each lost in their thoughts. After a few hours, they reluctantly left the hospital, knowing they couldn't stay forever.

Later that afternoon, Gwen found herself at Dr. Connors' laboratory, but her mind kept replaying Peter's joke about the spider bite. Was there something deeper there?

She remembered Peter mentioning that his father, Richard Parker, had worked with Dr. Connors at Osborn Group's genetic research lab. Curiosity piqued, Gwen began digging through files, piecing together a picture of the experiments that had taken place there.

As she browsed, she learned that Richard Parker was known for his work on genetically engineered spiders. When he left the company, much of the research halted, leaving Dr. Connors to focus on his studies of reptilian genetics instead.

Gwen's heart raced as she connected the dots. Richard Parker had succeeded in creating a super spider gene, a fact that Peter embodied every day as Spider-Man. The experiments conducted on other creatures, like the mice, had failed, but Peter was the living proof of success.

"Could it be that the key to Jessica's recovery lies in those super spiders?" she pondered. If Peter had inherited the powers without adverse effects, perhaps there was a chance for Jessica too.

Feeling emboldened by her revelation, Gwen quickly left the lab and made her way to the Osborn Group building, her mind racing with possibilities.

Meanwhile, at the orphanage, the atmosphere felt heavy. Mother Hana sat on the couch, her eyes occasionally drifting to the second floor, where Clarice paced anxiously. The other children whispered among themselves, unsure of how to comfort her.

Earlier that day, Dane had been picked up by his aunt, leaving Clarice feeling abandoned. She had formed a quick bond with her, and her departure left a void.

In James' old room, Shang-Chi worked diligently. He had been using acupuncture to help James recover from his injuries. "I've stimulated your meridians; you should heal soon," he spoke to the sleeping figure on the bed, who lay covered in needles.

James had resisted going to the hospital, confident in his own healing abilities thanks to the Chalice. But Mother Hana insisted, worried that without proper care, he wouldn't recover fully.

As Shang-Chi gathered his supplies, he noticed the Chalice on the table, its significance lost on him. It was merely a curiosity, a relic from James' past. Little did he know the powerful forces at play in their lives.

With a final glance at James, who remained in a deep sleep, Shang-Chi left the room, stepping into the uncertain shadows of the orphanage, unaware of the challenges that lay ahead for all of them.

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