Answers to reviewers' questions or statements:

Yo: I'm gonna do lots of easy wins with him, a guy with a literal dimension of pure kinetic force blasts at his disposal and a morality compass that allows him to use it to lethal levels, there won't be many fights that would last long against a guy like that.

cabrera1234: No, just Cyclops. Be an interesting concept though, an entire team of X-men made to be assassins, well there' X-Force but you know what I mean.

superwonder: Yeah and after all this time I still have yet to see a Cyclops like this one, neat. As for what Peter and his relationship is like, think Wolverine and Cyclops's in the comics before they split during Schism. There's trust and respect, but only so much.

gunman: Their meeting and eventual friendship isn't as exciting as it sounds. They happen to run in the same circles, they met a lot and they found out they had a lot in common. Well you have to give those cultists' credit, at least they tried.

Spiderfan: Probably not for a while.

Mark C: Their first sort of team up is coming soon. They'll be mention of how Cyclops became a assassin with the power to level cities at a few points but for the most part it'll be left up to readers to fill in the gaps.

Spawn Hades: For now, the two are in a completely closed relationship. Peter really has no interest in looking for another woman because really, how many women could ever compare to freakin Wonder Woman? Diana will be sticking with Peter, partly because he can take care of himself so she doesn't always have to worry about him and well he's a fun guy to be around. Plus the sex is great, so no issues there.

Guest: I'll be exploring what Selene being Peter's daughter means for her given that her beloved dad is the host of a demonic spider god thing. As for giving her a scene like X-23's in Logan… perhaps… or I can just go with the scene from the first episode of Elfen Lied…

Kai: Maybe…

Guest: No I meant Ezekiel. As for finale, what do you mean?

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or DC characters seen, mentioned or used.

Peter watched as the man clad in some sort of Dark ages armor soared towards him and Scott before he shook his head with a sigh while Scott's hand went up to his ruby quartz glasses and pulled them down. The room for a moment was blanketed in a red light before it faded as Cyclops closed his eyes and placed his glasses back on. Peter stared at the now charred remains of the dead knight inspired mercenary before glancing at Scott with a snort.

"Not very bright, was he?"

"Heh, who charges a guy head on when said guy has the ability to shoot powerful blasts of intense energy from his eyes?" Scott said as he walked over to the smoldering corpse and gave it a light kick to see if the man was still somehow alive, wouldn't be the first time someone survived such a blast from him.

"Well this is also a guy who brought a sword to a fight against a superpowered assassin with min guns installed in his web shooters" Peter said with a chuckle as he crouched down next to the dead man as the building shook again, likely because of the other prisoners' revolt and attempted escape "Hmm, I don't recognize the markings, or what's left of them on this guy, you?"

Scott shook his head "Nah, thought it was one of the Order of St. Dumas, but… their men aren't that incompetent. Plus, their assassins would never announce themselves like he did. Their stupid, but not that stupid"

"Very true" Peter said as he stood up and clapped his hands together "Well, now that your rescued, let's get the hell out of here"

"Why the rush?" Scott asked with a grin as he followed Peter out of the room and into the corpse ridden hallway "Gotta hot date?"

"As a matter of a fact, yes. I do" Peter said with pride.

"Really?" Scott said with surprise before he grinned "How much was this one, more or less than five grand like the last one?"

"Oh fuck you!" Peter scowled at the man over his shoulder.

Scott laughed at that before he saw more men appear up ahead who in turn triggered Peter's spider-sense, causing both men to stop.

Peter frowned as he saw that the several individuals up ahead were all dressed in the same style as the man that Scott fried just moments ago "Oh I see, their one of those groups that rely on numbers to beat people like us"

"Think they know that their friend didn't survive his attempt" Scott asked as he reached up to his glasses.

"Think they care?" Peter responded as he saw the men rushing towards them with swords that again caused Peter to tense in a way that he couldn't explain, whatever it was that those weapons were, something told him that it'd be in his best interest not to get hit by one.

Scott made to remove his glasses again and torch the entire hallway before suddenly the floor beneath him cracked and groaned. He glanced down in surprise just in time to see a sword made of some sort of reflective metal erupt from the stone and nearly impale him. Peter leaped back while shooting a web line towards Scott to grab him too before suddenly his spider-sense went off and he turned just in time to grab a blade that was threatening to skewer him…

That was an action he immediately regretted.

"AHHHH!" Peter shouted in pain as it felt like his hand was lit on fire while being torn apart at the same time.

Peter gritted his teeth in pain as he saw the knight pushing forward with his sword, intent on stabbing Peter before the spider powered man suddenly brought the knight into a savage headbutt that broke both his skull and his neck from the force delivered by Peter.

Peter let go of the blade and grabbed the falling dead man's corpse and turned to throw it in front of him just as another man tried to impale him with his own sword. The metal cleaved through the body and armor of the dead knight and the tip of the blade stopped centimeters from Peter's chest before Peter shoved both back and raised his uninjured hand and pressed down on the trigger for the pistol attachment to his web shooters.

Two loud shots rang out in the hall as one bullet pierced the still living man's head, right in between the eyes while the second bullet raced past his skull and embedded itself in the eye hole of the man behind him, causing him to shout in pain before it was cut off as a solid beam of ruby red energy tore through his upper torso and that of his allies, reducing them to askes within moments. Peter blinked at the display before he looked over to see Scott standing back up as he slid his glasses on.

"What took you so long?" Peter asked with a snort as he checked his hand and frowned at the burn he saw on it. The material of his suit had partially melted to his hand in some areas and in the center of his palm, where he gripped the sword, was charred skin and muscle.

'What the fuck?' Peter thought with shock.

"You were in the way, besides it looked like you were having too much fun. Didn't want to spoil it" Scott said with a smirk before it fell as he saw the mark on Peter's hand "What's that from?"

"When I grabbed one of their blades, it hurt" Peter said with a frown.

"Well grabbing a blade with a serrated edge like that won't tickle" Scott stated dryly as he picked up one of the swords by the handle and examined it with narrowed eyes.

"No, not like that. I mean it burned, but it wasn't like when I was set on fire or something" Peter said with a shake of his head "This burning, it was different"

"How so?" Scott asked as he dropped the blade on the ground, the metal making a loud 'clinking' sound of sorts that echoed through the hall and left an unsettling echo for both men to listen to.

"I… I'm not really sure" Peter said with a frown before the facility shook again "Come on, let's get the hell out of this place"

"Right" Scott said as he let Peter lead the way back towards the surface, unaware that the demon that lurked within Peter had silently manifested itself behind the two and looked down at the dead men and their weapons with narrowed eyes.

"…Unexpected"

…

The prisoner revolt was in full swing as guards began to rush from one end of the facility to the other in attempt to quell the meta human uprising. Peter and Scott did their best to avoid the guards as best they could. Peter did so because he wasn't armed to fight a full scale mini war and Scott because as fine as the man seemed, Peter saw he was far from full health. He was a bit malnourished, and he was favoring his right sight more than his left, another clue to indicate that Scott's time here was less than stealer.

"Hey, hey hold on a second" Scott said as he slowed down and leaned against a bullet ridden wall. He placed a hand on his ribs before he pulled it back with a hiss of pain, causing Peter to frown.

"Broken ribs?" he asked while keeping on the alert for any more guards or the weird knights that seem to inhabit this place.

Scott shook his head "No, cracked. And my collar bone is killing me"

"Was it just this place having such hospitable hosts or were you a less then model prisoner?"

"Be of both" Scott smirked before he glanced over Peter's shoulder and tensed at what he saw.

Peter followed Scott's gaze and saw to his mild surprise Leslie Willis along with over a dozen other individuals, obviously prisoners, heading towards them. Peter's lenses narrowed as he took a step between them and Scott as Leslie and the others came to a stop only a few meters from the deadly duo.

"Miss Willis, I see your jail break is going well" Peter nodded towards the group of people behind her.

"No thanks to you" she scowled in annoyance at the man.

Peter shrugged "I'm here for one guy, and one guy only. If you wanted a unselfish, compassionate do gooder, should have called the Justice League"

"Oh yeah, I definitely should have called the Justice League, I mean it would explain why there was a freakin cell phone in my insulated cell" Leslie said with eye roll before she noticed Scott "Hey, is he okay? He doesn't look to good"

"Oh he's fine, he just looks like that because his mom dropped him to many times as a baby" Peter said with a chuckle.

"Blow me" Scott growled as he pushed himself off the wall.

"Man, only in prison for a few weeks and it's already taking it's toll on you" Peter snickered at the man "Don't worry Scott, I'm sure we'll be able to find a lonely desperate woman with low standards somewhere in the world for you to be miserable with… hey my Aunt has tinder now, wanna-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll blow your head off" Scott said as he reached for his glasses.

Peter snorted at this before he felt his spider-sense go off again, causing him to groan "Oh come on, now what?"

"What?" Leslie said before the entire structure suddenly shook with enough force to cause her and several others to stumble to the ground while Peter remained perfectly still.

"What the heck was that?" one of the liberated prisoners said with fear in his tone.

"Either one of the Meta's here going all out in their revenge or…" Peter said as he trailed off, his lenses narrowing until they were thin slits "Scorch earth. Sounds like their destroying the lower levels first. Must be hoping that gravity will help bring the rest of the place down…"

"Ah shit…" Scott said with a sigh "I fuckin hate these kinds of protocols"

"Don't we all?" Peter said as he rubbed the back of his head before he turned towards Leslie and her group "You guys still want out of here?"

"No, we were hoping to stay" Leslie said with an eye roll.

Peter gave the electricity manipulating woman a deadpanned stare rom under his mask "Oi, there's only room for one smart ass here and last time I checked, that's me!"

Before anyone could comment, several Vlatavian guards emerged from another hall, their attire coated in ash, burns and blood. The soldiers seemed to be unaware of Peter, Scott and the escaping metas and before Peter could either incapacitate or just see if the men pass by, Leslie built up a ball of electrical energy that caused the hairs on Peter's arms to stand on in from the sheer electrical charge in the air.

The Vlatavian guards saw this and looked like they were about to run in the other direction before Leslie let out an enraged yell and sent the human sized ball of electricity towards the stunned humans.

"Well that's quite a shock" Peter said as he watched the ball of electrical energy collide with one of the man before it expanded out into a small dome of pure electricity that completely incinerated the man, friend another that was too close and completely scorched the ceiling, walls and floor of the hallway, causing chunks of now charred stone to fall, one of which landed on the head of the last surviving Vlatavian guard, either knocking him unconscious or outright killing him.

The various Metas glanced at Leslie in surprise while Scott let out a low whistle before he glanced at Leslie "You pretty good"

Leslie glanced at Scott with a quirked brow while Peter shook his head "You're an animal"

Scott turned towards Peter with a small scowl "I'm sorry, what?"

Before Peter could repeat his statement, Leslie brushed passed the two with the liberated Metas following her close behind.

"If you two aren't gonna help us get the hell out of here, then stay the fuck out of our way" the woman growled as her eyes briefly lit up with electricity before they quickly died down.

"No arguments from me sparkles" Peter said with his hands raised as Scott snorted in grim amusement.

"Man, you still afraid of people with electrical based abilities?" the optic powered man said with a shake of his head.

"Dude, you would be too after getting zapped with enough volts to drop a freakin whale" Peter scowled at the younger man before they both noticed that Leslie and the rest of the liberated Metas were gone "Huh, didn't even hear them leave"

"Uh-oh, Parker better be careful, first it's hearing and then it's sight and then your complaining about aching joints" Scott chuckled as the facility shook again as more charges below them went off.

"Don't remind me" Peter grumbled before he glanced at the wall to see if he could find out what level they were on "Hmm, there should be a service stairway around here that'll take us straight to the top"

Peter silently made his way down the hall, being mindful to not step on the charred remains of the now dead Vlatavians as he searched for the stairwell for him and Scott to use. He doubts the elevator, if it's still even operational, will get them to the top.

'With my luck, the Vlatavians either destroyed it or one of the escaped Metas…' Peter thought as he saw at the far end of the hallway, a door with a small window on it.

Peter noticed a stairwell on the other side and quickly ran towards it, ignoring Scott's complaints of moving a little slower. He had just reached the door before his spider-sense went off and the door opened to reveal one of the oddly dressed knight looking guys that he and Scott have encountered. The man seemed to be just as surprised as Peter before he made to draw the sword on his back.

Peter's fist found itself imbedded into the man's chest cavity before his fingers could get within a few inches of the weapon.

Before Peter could tear his hand out of the man, a red beam of concussive energy flew past his shoulder and into the torso of another of the knighted men, tearing through his torso and leaving a large hole in him. Peter didn't even bother to wait for the man's body to crumble to the floor when he threw his dead knight into the already dead individual and looked up the first flight of stairs to see two more knights. Peter narrowed his eyes at them as they both drew their swords and began to rush down the stairs towards him and Scott.

Said optic beam powered man came to a stop by Peter and watched the two knights rush them before he sighed in exasperation "Can for once I be on a mission with you, of any kind, that doesn't involve weird freaks with swords trying to kill us?!"

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing" Peter said as he raised his web shooters towards the two men, switched the setting to his built-in pistol, and fired.

…

Outside the facility and on the cliff overlooking the modern-day death camp for Metas, Wolf let out a low whimper as he saw multiple helicopters approaching the installation. They didn't look like the ones the men here used and the explosions below were getting louder.

Wolf's eras lowered towards his head as he watched the aircraft land only a few dozen meters from where he was hiding, his dark fur camouflaging him perfectly in the shadows. The only indication he was there were his eyes as they reflected the light of the search lights on the helicopters as they began to unload heavily armed and armored men that looked like they were modern day nights with large painted crosses on their armored chests.

Wolf growled darkly as he saw one individual, larger then the rest, leap of the chopper and land with a heavy thud before he righted himself up and glanced towards the cliffside. The large man then pointed towards the cliff and spoke in a deep, gravelly voice that caused Wolf's hair to stand on end as he crouched low.

"The abomination has already entered the facility and is moving up towards us. Take half your men and try to intercept them by going down the mountain. The rest of you take up positions near the facility's emergency escape exit" the man said as he drew a large ax from his back and rested the head on the ground while he leaned on the handle slightly.

One of the knights glanced at the larger man as the rest moved out "How do you know he will come up through the stairwell?"

"Because I had several of our men already inside destroy the elevators and wound the man he's here to liberate. The abomination wont risk hurting the man anymore than he already has been by trying to climb his way up the elevator shaft" the large man said with a simple shrug "And if they try to… I'll trigger the explosives they set inside and burn his unholy form back to whatever pit of Hell he came forth from…"

Wolf's eyes narrowed as he watched the large man before he began to silently creep around him and the rest of the armored knights.

He had to get to Peter and find a way to warn him of who was up here before he wandered into a trap…

…

Back inside the facility, Peter and Scott's escape through the stairwell was going moderately unwell. The stairs were filled with numerous knights and Vlatavian guards trying to escape to the surface, slowing down the two hyper lethal Meta assassins down even further.

"Would you hurry the hell up already?!" Peter shouted as he ducked under one knight's ax before he shot his fist up into the man's neck, crushing his throat and causing the man to let out a choked gasp before Peter pushed the man over the stair railing and moved farther up the stairs while Scott followed closely behind.

"Hey, let's see you try to sprint up several dozen floors of stairs while being shot at and nearly stabbed by a bunch of lost knights from Camelot while dealing with several fractured ribs and a mild concussion!" Scott yelled as he glanced back down at the lower stair cases and saw several Vlatavian guards trying to shoot at them.

Scott responded by blasting at the section of wall below the stairs and watched as the inner supports gave away and caused the occupied stairwell to give way and fall towards the ground almost a hundred feet below. The Vlatavian guards let out screams of terror as they fell to the ground below while Scott returned his attention to Peter. He frowned when he noticed that Peter was now two levels above him.

"Still rushing through… and he wonders why he got ran over by Batman" Scott said with a hidden eye roll as he did his best to pick up the pace.

Peter meanwhile was on autopilot, his moves automatic after years of training and application. Combined with his spider-sense and other highly developed and enhanced senses, Peter was able to enter a sort of state where his body moved of it's own accord almost while he let his mind wander.

And right now, his mind was on the knights that he was literally tearing through with the same amount of effort it took a bullet to pierce through air.

'Gotta say, I've met a lot of crazed religious zealots in my time, hell I was the son of two of them, but these guys definitely take the cake' Peter thought as he narrowly dodged a small knife strike from one of the knights before Peter placed his hand on the man's face and flicked his wrist to the side, snapping the man's neck and letting it fall to the ground and tumble down the stairs. He than glanced up to see more men poring out of doors that led to other levels and rushing down the various stair cases to reach Peter 'Guys must have some deep pockets if they can afford this much man power and outfit them with their gear'

Which brought Peter to his second train of thought, the weapons they were trying to impale him with. There was something about the swords, axes and knives these men kept trying to sewer Peter with that unsettled him on an instinctual level. He coudlnt quite explain it, but it was like he just knew that if those weapons even scored a non-fatal blow, he may very well end up dead regardless…

'Just touching that damn sword earlier seemed to fry half my hand's nerves and nearly burn the whole damn thing off' Peter thought with a frown as he didn't even bother with hand to hand combat anymore and opted to use the last of his pistol's ammo on the approaching knights.

The Medieval garbed men fell left and right as Peter scored head shot after headshot, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere as his customized, high explosive rounds tore into the man's heads with brutal ease. Peter was almost tempted to cease shooting to give the outgunned and outclassed knights a chance, he did have a sense of sportsmanship after all, before one of the men uttered something that shook Peter to his core.

"We should have gone for the child instead…"

The comment, there was something in the man's words, in the man's eyes as he looked at Peter when he uttered it that caused something in Peter to snap. The kid, he could have been talking about the illegitimate child of the Pope, the son of Bruce Wayne, hell the knight could have been referencing some random drug lord's brat of a daughter in Latin America. But some way, somehow, Peter knew with every fiber of his being that the man was talking about Selene…

Several floors below Peter, Scott had paused for a moment to lean against the blood-stained wall to catch his breath. His ribs hurt like hell and with every intake of air, pain flashed across his body as he struggled to stay standing. Above him, Peter's web shooters had ceased firing, but the sounds of fighting hadn't, in fact it sounded like it took a far more brutal and darker turn then it already was based on the now agonized and terror-stricken screams echoing above him.

"What the fuck is going on up there?" Scott aid to himself before severed limbs of the knights he and Peter have been facing began to rain down the into the stairwell, in some cases entire bodies, broken and twisted in ways that caused Scott to wince were tossed over the sides as Peter began to literally tear his way through the shaken knights with a sort of demonic fury that even Peter didn't know he possessed.

His despite oddly enough wasn't red, it wasn't tunneled in a way that he only saw one thing or even plagued by the look on the knight's face that alluded to Peter's daughter. It was clear, the sheer clarity of his vison was almost like looking at an image on a ultra-high definition flat screen. But there was no sound, every man that Peter tore down, didn't utter a sound even though he could clearly see the person was in agony. All he heard as the near deafening beat of his heart and his breathing as his arms and hands became a blur as he punched, grabbed and tore apart every man that got in front of him.

It wasn't until Peter found himself standing before a large doorway blocked by an equally large blast door of sorts that the thunderous boom of his heart beat lowered and the odd clarity of his vision dulled somewhat. Peter shook his head at the sudden headache plaguing him as Scott, breathing heavily, finally caught up to him.

"Oh no, go right on ahead and leave me behind. You know, the guy that you apparently went to all this trouble to rescue" Scott said as he wiped the sweat off his brow while he tried to control his breathing. He casted a quick glance back the way they came and felt his stomach flip at the sight of disemboweled men and pools, lakes really, of blood littering the hallway "Jesus, what' they say to piss you off?"

Peter turned towards Scott for a moment, his black lenses burning holes into Scott's red tinted glasses before he shrugged "One of them called me a bug… spiders are not bugs"

Scott stared at Peter for several moments with a look of disbelief before he shook his head with a sigh "You really need to get over that man"

Peter grunted at this as he turned back towards the large blast doors with a calculated look on his face "Well, we're here. Just gotta get through these doors and we're home free… kinda"

"Kinda?" Scott said as he turned towards Peter "What the hell does kinda mean?"

"We may still have a twenty-mile hike to the boarder where a jet will pick us up at a private airstrip" Peter said as he folded his arms across his chest.

"We're flying?" Scott said with a frown before he turned his gaze towards the large blast doors "I hate flying"

"Will if it helps, there's plenty of parachutes and helmets for you to wear if it decides to crash on us" Peter said with a snicker while Scott flipped him the bird with one hand and reached up to remove his glasses with the other.

"One of these days Peter, that smart mouth is gonna piss off the wrong guy" he said as he took a deep breath before removing his glasses and opening his eyes, unleashing the full might of his optic beams on the re-enforced metal doors.

Peter took a few steps back as Scott's optic blasts began to tear through the metal doors. Several seconds passed as the area was bathed in a ominous red light before Scott shut his eyes of suddenly and placed his glasses back on. Peter frowned as he saw that while Scott created a good-sized hole in the doors, it was still pretty small, barely big enough for either Peter or Scott to walk through without ducking and possibly forcing their body through a little.

"You good?" Peter asked as he glanced towards the Meta to see he was leaned over slightly, hands on his knees as he steadied his breathing.

"Just… just a little tired is all" Scott said with a cough "Haven't used my optic beams this many times and at different intensities in my current state in years"

Peter hummed at this as he began to approach the hole in the door "Well, here's hoping it'll be another few years before you end up in a situation like-"

Peter was cut off as his spider-sense went off just as gun fire erupted from the forest just beyond the small clearing the blast doors led to, forcing Peter to take cover one side of the hole while Scott took the other.

"They part of the plan?" Scott yelled over the bullets peppering the hole, knocking off chips of metal while the rest of the bounds bounced off the metallic doors in a disorganized symphony.

"At this point, freakin Aquaman showing up might as will be part of the plan" Peter yelled back as he reached into his belt and pulled out a web cartridge that was yellow with a small hazard symbol on it "Hell of a time to see if this works"

"What is that?" Scott asked as he watched Peter load up the yellow capsule into the pistol portion of his web shooters.

"You know how my blood is highly toxic in large quantities?" Peter said as he glanced through the hole with narrowed lenses and made a mental note of where the most gunfire was coming from.

"Uh yeah, kinda…" Scott said with an uneasy look on his face "Something to do with big pale and ugly inside you, right?"

"Yeah…" Peter said as he kneeled down and took aim at the flashes of muzzle fire in the dark woods ahead of him.

Scott watched as Peter took a shallow breath before he fired off the yellow capsule towards the largest concentration of muzzle flashes before he took cover and began to count down "Five… four…"

Scott frowned at Peter's actions before he began to notice that the volume of gunfire dropped significantly as Peter counted off 'Two' before it ceased entirely as Peter reached 'One'. Scott risked a glanced through the hole and stared out into the dark woods with narrowed eyes.

"What'd you shoot at them?"

"In layman's terms, I took a few pints of my blood, extracted the really toxic portion of it, screwed around with it, took out even more blood, screwed with that too and then placed the highly concentrated toxic substance in a small capsule that, with the help of microtechnology that I stole from STAR Labs, altered the molecular make up of the toxin into a vaporless, odorless gas and released it into the air and created a 'dead zone' with a sixty foot radius" Peer explained as he folded his arms across hos chest and leaned against the metal doors "They should all be dead in the next twenty seconds. After that, we can go"

Scott stared at Peter with wide eyes for several seconds before he spoke in a lsightly unnerved tone "You created a freakin chemical weapon with your blood?!"

"Yep" Peter said, popping the 'p' as he examined his still burnt hand with a frown "That a problem?"

"Is it contagious or anything?" Scott asked as he noticed a strong gust of wind outside rattle some of the trees, sending leaves into the air and causing a few small branches to snap of the larger limbs and fall to the ground.

"Nah, the pathogen dies after being exposed to the air longer than forty seconds, little countermeasure I put in there in case I shot the damn thing up wind" Peter said as he peered through the hole with Scott "We're good, lets go"

The two men quickly and quietly exited the facility as the alarms from inside finally died down and the muffled explosions from the levels below finally ceased. Neither man was willing to see if perhaps the Metas they encountered earlier had escaped or not. According to Peter, in about thirty minutes half the Vlatavian army will be there and both men, powerful and deadly as they were, weren't confident they would win in a fight against over nine thousand men and women in their current states.

They entered the woods with little trouble and Scott, after nearly tripping over the leg of one of the gun men, that turned out to be one of the knights they've been fighting all night, risked a glance down to see the damage that Peter's little bioweapon had caused.

Safe to say, he's seen people with radiation burns look better.

"Holy shit…" Scott said as he stared at the corpse of the knight, the man having ripped his helmeted mask and hood off, likely when he was in the middle of dying.

The man's face was pale, the veins were a sickly black color and blood and pus were leaking from the man's eyes, ears, nose and mouth. The throat, or what little of it Scott could see looked like it was peeling away, blood and muscle tissue was exposed and even more pus was leaking from what was once the man's sarcophagus.

"Your blood did that?" Scott said as he glanced towards Peter with wide eyes.

"Must be the demonic influence…" Peter said with a shrug "Come on, you can laminate over the end results of my blood weaponized later"

"You know Peter, the more time I spend with you, the more I think that I have a civic duty to wipe you off the face of the earth. Fir the sake of all that is holy" Scott said as he followed Peter deeper into the woods.

"Yeah, I get that a lot" Peter said as they neared the area that Peter left Wolf and was just about to whistle for the dog when his spider-sense went off just as several knights emerged from the tree line, swords and axes drawn with a few holding crossbows aimed at Peter while his enhanced hearing picked up the sound of something flying through the air at a fast pace, beeping loudly.

"GET DOWN!" Peter yelled as the object flying through the air, a spear of all things with what looked like a chunk of C-4 attached to the tip, struck the ground and ignited into a powerful explosion that sent both Peter and Scott flying through the woods, their bodies smacking into numerous low hanging branches.

"Okay… ow" Peter groaned as he landed at the base of a tree that he slammed into before a small branch fell on his head, causing him to wince as he heard a muffled crack. Peter hissed in pain as his vision briefly went blurry before he pushed himself up and glanced at what threw the explosive spear and paled at what he saw.

The new arrival stood several feet higher than any of the armored knights around him and held a large flaming javelin in one hand and a large glowing ax covered in white glowing runes of some sort in the other. Peter gulped nervously as the man took a set forward and he swore the ground shook under the force of the movement.

Scott spat out a small glob of blood as he glared up at the new arrival, his glasses glowing from the buildup of ruby colored energy beneath them "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

The large armored man glanced at Scott for a brief moment before he returned his gaze towards Peter "Mister Parker…"

Peter tensed at hearing the man call him by his last name "Uhhhhh, yes?"

"The Inquisition has ordered your death" the man said as he began to slowly approach Peter, his grip on the ax tightening with each foot covered between the two.

"Oh really?" Peter said as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders as he stood up, ignoring the pain racing up and down his body and the way his spider-sense began to flare even stronger with every step the large man took "And pray tell why if I may ask?"

The man stopped dead in his tracks for a moment before he spoke again in a cool tone "Your existence is an affront to God, and therefore must be cleansed!"

He then swung his ax back before throwing it towards a wide-eyed Peter as a large amount of glowing white energy erupted from the weapon and turned it into a sort of comet that quickly closed the final few meters between the two men.

"Ah shit…" Peter said before the ax collided with the ground and the entire area was blanketed in a bright white light.

…

And done.

Next chapter, Peter and Scott's escape is threatened by the arrival of the Inquisitor...