Spider-Man Mayhem

[Third Person's PoV] 

Harry placed a hand on his knee as he pushed himself up from the ground, a smug grin spreading across his face as he looked at Peter. "Looks like I just evened the odds against you~."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Oh please, as impressive as that was, you know it's nowhere near enough to beat me in combat."

Harry scoffed, repeatedly clenching his fists. "You always warn us not to get arrogant because of our abilities, but you might just be the most arrogant one out of all of us." As he spoke, green energy flickered around his body, his kinetic reserves building.

"Is it really arrogance if I can back it up?" Peter smirked.

Harry dropped into a fighting stance, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Let's find out~."

In an instant, he became a green blur, closing the distance with a flaming fist aimed at Peter.

His strike went right through Peter's face—only for the image to flicker and vanish. An afterimage.

Before Harry could react, a blue streak flashed by, landing a crushing blow across his jaw. Too fast for his instincts to counter.

Another strike. Then another. Blood flew from Harry's mouth as Peter blitzed around him, landing blows at impossible speeds.

Determined, Harry slammed his foot down with all his inhuman strength. The resulting shockwave shattered the ground beneath them, sending chunks of debris flying into the air.

The sudden disruption slowed Peter just enough for Harry to lunge forward, seizing him by the shirt.

But Peter used that opening against him, driving a crackling blue fist into Harry's face. Electricity surged through his body, making his muscles spasm. Gritting his teeth through the pain, Harry refused to let go. Instead, he yanked Peter forward and drove his knee hard into his stomach.

Peter grimaced—he could feel the bruise forming despite his durability. Reacting instantly, he used Aikido techniques he had mastered, redirecting Harry's momentum and flipping him over his shoulder.

Harry barely had time to cross his arms before Peter's fists came hammering down like machine gun fire, each punch landing with brutal precision. The final blow sent Harry skidding across the battlefield, bouncing off the ground before coming to a rough stop.

Peter flexed his fingers, watching the residual energy from his super speed fade from his hands. Then, with a sudden burst of motion, he vanished.

The ground shattered beneath him as he reappeared mid-air, eyes glowing with accumulated energy, his fist crackling with blue lightning.

He shot down towards Harry, fist cocked back for a devastating strike—

But Harry reacted. Planting a hand on the ground, he propelled himself sideways just as Peter's punch landed. The force of the impact obliterated the earth, sending a massive shockwave through the air.

Harry tumbled away, flipping repeatedly to build more kinetic energy as he created distance. When he finally stopped, his body surged with green energy once again.

Through the rising dust, a web shot toward him.

Harry dodged, the web striking the ground behind him. But before he could counter, Peter yanked himself forward using the web, flying straight at him.

Harry raised his arm and fired a flashing green orb of energy at the incoming Peter, brows furrowing in focus.

Peter's hand morphed into a blade, his energy adapting. With a swift slash, he cleaved the orb in two. The halves veered past him, exploding into twin bursts of destruction behind him.

Before Harry could react, Peter was upon him.

With a single precise motion, Peter slashed his energy-infused hand across Harry's chest, leaving a clean, glowing cut.

Harry cried out in pain, blood seeping from the wound. But he didn't falter. Instead, he retaliated with a high knee aimed straight at Peter's face.

Peter raised his forearm to block, but the sheer force of the strike shattered the bones in his arm, sending him flying backward. Tumbling through the air, he twisted his body and landed gracefully on his feet.

Looking down at his broken, misaligned arm, Peter chuckled. With a firm grip, he snapped it back into place, watching as his enhanced healing factor already began to mend the damage.

Peter wasn't the only one healing—the cut across Harry's torso was already sealing itself, the torn flesh knitting back together.

"You know, if you can supposedly see the future, why are you still getting hit?" Harry asked, rolling his shoulders. "I should be having a way tougher time."

Peter scoffed. "More than you already are?" He crossed his arms. "And I don't see the future—that's just a misconception I let everyone believe."

"Huh?" Harry furrowed his brows, flicking his wrist as he accumulated more Fa Jin.

"I just make it seem that way. My ability isn't foresight—it's prediction," Peter explained, tapping the side of his head with a knowing grin. "I'm constantly running calculations, predicting what you're going to do with about 95% accuracy. Knowing the future and predicting it are two different things."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Explain."

"My senses are so heightened that I process everything around me in microseconds. I take in muscle twitches, breath patterns, eye movements—every little tell. Based on those, I calculate your next move before you even make it. The way your mouth and tongue move? I can predict your next words. The way your weight shifts? I know where you're about to attack. It's all numbers."

Peter ran a hand through his hair, his grin widening. "In battle, I'm basically a living algorithm, constantly updating my calculations and adapting in real time."

Harry stared at him in disbelief. "Pete… I am so glad I'm your ally. Do you have any idea how terrifying that sounds?"

Peter smirked. "I know. That's why I let people believe it's foresight. If my predictions are over 90% accurate, it's not exactly a lie. And when my opponents think I can literally see the future, they start second-guessing themselves, getting lost in their own doubt. It's psychological warfare."

Harry's lips curled into a smirk. "Well, now that I know, that means I have the upper hand in this fight."

Peter simply smiled, saying nothing, which only irritated Harry further.

BANG!

Before Harry could react, a sudden, brutal impact drove into his gut. His eyes bulged as he hunched over, coughing up blood. Peter stood beside him, fist buried deep in his stomach.

"Sorry, buddy," Peter said, patting Harry's back as he keeled over. "Did you really think knowing would change anything? Why do you think I told you?"

Lightning crackled along Peter's arm, racing from his fingertips down to his knuckles before surging into Harry's body.

Harry clenched his teeth as electricity coursed through his veins, burning and searing his muscles. Then, in an instant, he was launched through the air, his body crashing against the ground with a smoldering trail behind him.

Peter casually lifted his smoking fist, letting out a low whistle.

Across from him, Harry groaned, his body twitching from the lingering volts. Steam rose from his skin, but he forced himself up, panting heavily. His wounds were already sealing, but the exhaustion was clear in his ragged breathing.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Harry spread his arms, palms facing up, his brows furrowing as he summoned more chi. Flaming green spheres of energy ignited at the center of his hands.

"Pete, you're stronger, faster, and way more skilled than me," Harry admitted, his stance firming. "That's why I'm going to use you to train my abilities—and any others I develop."

Peter lazily made a beckoning gesture. "Come then, my young Padawan. I'll be your personal grindstone. Maybe then you'll actually make me take this seriously."

Harry's chi flared violently around him. "You're irritating as hell!" he shouted before launching himself forward, orbs of energy crackling in his palms.

Their battle resumed, the air filling with violent explosions and the deafening crackle of lightning. Each clash shook the training ground, the ground splitting beneath them.

As they fought, Peter helped Harry refine his control over chi, teaching him how to mix it seamlessly with his Fa Jin. His transitions became smoother, his attacks more stable.

But Harry wasn't the only one improving.

Peter used the fight to push the limits of the abilities he'd gained from the cosmic storm. He experimented with the energy he generated while moving at high speeds, refining his control over it.

At one point, Peter's hands surged with electric-blue energy. Instead of attacking, he thrust his hand forward, wrapping the energy around Harry in a crackling field. With a flick of his wrist, he lifted him off the ground—then slammed him back down with force.

Harry lay sprawled, bloody and gasping, his limbs barely responding.

Peter, meanwhile, stared at his own hands, electricity still dancing across his skin.

"Am I just generating pure electricity when I move?" he muttered. "Or is this something else? Am I producing raw, unfiltered power?"

His musings were interrupted by a groan.

Looking up, he saw Harry weakly raising an arm, waving it like a flag.

"I surrender! I can't go on! I can barely lift my arm, and yet you look like you just went for a walk!"

Peter blinked before realizing—he wasn't even tired. A slow grin spread across his face.

"Huh… Now that you mention it," he murmured, flexing his fingers. "I don't feel exhausted at all…"

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