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New York’s air hung heavy with exhaust and static, the scent of home to Peter Parker. But tonight, a sharp, metallic anomaly cut through the familiar. Swinging through Queens, the Spider-Man’s blue and red suit whistled against the wind. Routine patrol turned tense as a shadow moved with premeditated grace across rooftops. Peter landed, spider-sense humming like a stretched violin string. He leaped, tracking the dark silhouette—military efficiency, a glint of yellow. The figure froze on a rooftop. Peter touched down twenty meters away, tension thickening the air. "Hey, nice suit," Peter quipped, voice masked. "Dark-gothic-gray is in this season? Must have missed the Vogue memo." The figure turned slowly. A boy, armored in black with a yellow 'R' emblem and short cape. White lenses h…