The Amazing Spider-Man: Path to Redemption (MCU)

Peter found himself in an infinite space, the ground covered by a thin layer of water that reflected the nothingness around him. The air was dense, heavy with a cold humidity.

The darkness was absolute—no horizon, no sky, no trace of light. Just him, alone… until he wasn't.

The sound of footsteps broke the silence. Small, soft, but each step echoed through the air like the toll of a bell.

"Peter…"

Peter froze. His chest tightened, and his heart pounded against his ribs. He knew that voice better than any other. Slowly, he turned around.

Gwen was there.

Pale, wearing the same clothes from the day she died. And her eyes… those bright blue eyes Peter had loved so much were now empty, staring at him without warmth, without love—just… nothing.

From her nose, a dark trickle of blood ran down, tracing a path over her skin until it stained her neck and coat. She looked so fragile. So cold.

Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Gwen took a step forward. The water rippled around her feet without making a sound. "Why did you let me fall?"

The question hit Peter like a blade piercing his chest. "I… I tried…" His voice came out weak, filled with desperation.

"You tried?" She gave a small smile, but there was no warmth in it. "Trying wasn't enough, Peter."

"Gwen, I'm so sorry…" Peter murmured, feeling his entire body begin to tremble as his legs weakened.

She took another step, slowly getting closer. "You're sorry? I was the one who felt the air escape my lungs. I felt my body fall. I felt the life leave me when your web caught me."

"I didn't mean to—I would do anything to go back and save you…"

Gwen tilted her head, her eyes now filled with something cruel. "Then why didn't you?"

The words tore Peter's heart apart. He lowered his head as tears began to fall uncontrollably from his eyes.

Gwen took one final step, now so close he could smell the faint trace of her perfume mixed with the metallic scent of blood. "The truth, Peter…" she whispered in his ear. "Is that you always fail. You failed me. You failed your uncle. You failed my father."

The air around him became suffocating. Peter wanted to scream, wanted to wake up, but he couldn't move—his entire body was paralyzed.

Gwen raised a hand and touched his face with fingers as cold as death. "And do you know the worst part? You're going to fail again. Because everyone you love… always dies because of your incompetence."

Her eyes darkened, and from the depths of that emptiness, a shadow poured out like thick liquid, consuming everything around them.

Peter tried to step back, to escape the spreading darkness, but it was already too late.

The shadows had already devoured his legs, trapping him in place, climbing slowly, swallowing his body inch by inch.

And then, just before he was completely consumed by the void, he heard Gwen's voice one last time.

"It wasn't the fall… it was you who killed me, Peter."

***

Peter woke up with a gasp, bolting upright in bed. His breathing was ragged, and sweat dripped down his face, soaking the t-shirt clinging to his chest.

The room was dark, except for the faint glow of the moon filtering through the half-open window. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand: 3:07 AM.

'Great, I slept an hour longer than yesterday,' Peter thought, running his hands over his face, feeling the dry tears on his cheeks.

He got out of bed, his legs still shaky, and walked toward the window. The cold night air hit his face, but it wasn't enough to calm the storm raging inside him.

He looked down at the empty streets, the streetlights casting long shadows over the asphalt.

Peter took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. 'Come on, Peter, you're used to this. It shouldn't be affecting you this much.'

Knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep again, he grabbed the Spider-Man suit hanging in his closet and put it on quickly.

Before leaving, his gaze landed on a framed photo sitting on his desk. It was him and Gwen, taken on a happy day. She was smiling, her blonde hair shining in the sunlight, and he stood beside her, carefree and grinning.

"I'm heading out, Gwen," he whispered and pulled the mask over his face.

***

The engine roared loudly as a black car tore through the streets of New York. Inside, three men laughed hysterically, high on adrenaline after losing the police.

"Holy shit, we did it! Hahaha!" The driver slammed his hands on the wheel, completely exhilarated.

"Motherfucker, I told you this route was the best! The cops didn't even see where we went!" The passenger in the front seat waved a submachine gun in the air, grinning like a maniac.

The third man, in the back seat, looked through the rear window, seeing nothing following them. "That's it, fuck yeah! We're free!"

And then, with a deafening THUD, something landed on the car's hood.

The impact dented the metal, making the vehicle lurch violently. The three criminals screamed in terror as they saw Spider-Man crouched on the hood, the white lenses of his mask glowing under the streetlights.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! GET HIM OFF!" the driver screamed, prompting the thug next to him to raise his gun.

But before he could pull the trigger, Spider-Man shoved his fist through the windshield, sending glass flying everywhere.

In a single motion, the hero struck the thug's face with his hand, hard enough to knock him out and for the sound of his nose breaking to be heard by the other two.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" the driver bellowed, jerking the wheel in a desperate attempt to shake Spider-Man off.

"I'm gonna kill this bastard!" The thug in the back seat pulled out a shotgun and fired at the hero, who leaped out of the car.

"Where the hell did he go?!" The driver frantically checked the mirrors, trying to locate Spider-Man.

"That bastard disappeared!" The thug in the back seat also searched desperately through the window.

And then, before they could even register what was happening, Spider-Man crashed through the rear door window, passing straight through the car's interior and out the other side.

In the middle of the motion, he twisted his body and delivered a devastating punch to the backseat thug's face.

The impact was so violent that the criminal's teeth flew out along with his body, which was sent crashing into the opposite door, denting the metal before collapsing limp onto the seat.

The only one left now was the driver, who started trembling. His sweaty hands could barely grip the steering wheel. "Please… please…"

"Please? After everything you guys did?"

Hearing the voice beside him, the thug turned to the window, seeing Spider-Man clinging to the outside of the door, staring at him intensely.

"Please—"

Spider-Man didn't let him finish.

He grabbed the thug's head with his free hand and slammed it violently against the steering wheel. The impact made the horn blare loudly as the car spun out of control.

!!!

"Yeah… I don't think that was a great idea."

The vehicle skidded, tires screeching, nearly crashing into the side of a tree.

Spider-Man waited for the right moment and jumped to the front, planting his feet on the bumper.

With a quick motion, he shot two webs at the surrounding buildings, the strands stretching under the tension. His muscles protested as he fought against the car's momentum.

The tires screeched, leaving black marks on the street as the car slowed down. The thugs inside were thrown forward, their bodies slamming against the dashboard and seats.

"Argh!" Spider-Man gritted his teeth, feeling the absurd pressure on his arms and legs.

With one final pull, the car finally stopped.

The hero exhaled slowly. "Well… that was fun."

He released the webs and landed softly on the ground. Cracking his neck, he walked up to the driver's door, knocking lightly on the metal. "Nobody's dead, right?"

The thug in the passenger seat let out a weak groan, making Spider-Man sigh. "Yeah, I feel like that too after a long day."

Hearing police sirens in the distance and not in the mood for more conversation, Peter webbed the three of them up.

"Well, boys, loved the ride, but I think you've got an appointment with the law."

Raising his arm, Peter shot a web and swung away, vanishing between the buildings.

***

The city never slept, but for her, the night had already gone on for too long.

Her feet ached. The soles burned with every unsteady step on the cold asphalt. Her heels were now in her hands, swinging with each stumble as she staggered down the empty sidewalk.

The short dress, which had seemed like a great choice hours ago, now clung uncomfortably to her skin as the chilly wind sent shivers up her legs.

The woman sighed, frustrated. She had missed her taxi, her phone was dead, and the distance to her home felt endless.

That was when the dizziness hit her full force.

Her body tilted too far to the side, and she already felt the ground rushing up to meet her—when something stopped her from falling.

A firm arm caught her waist at the last second.

"Whoa, easy there. New York's sidewalks aren't exactly the comfiest."

The male voice, laced with amusement, made her blink in confusion. When she looked up, her blurry eyes took a second to focus on the figure before her.

Red mask. Expressive white eyes.

"Oh, shit… I'm so drunk I'm hallucinating…" she mumbled, bringing a hand to her face.

Spider-Man chuckled softly. "Nope, I'm real. But by the looks of it, you're gonna need a little help getting home in one piece."

She blinked a few more times, trying to process the situation. "I… I can walk on my own."

"Oh, sure, because that was going so well just now," he teased, still keeping a firm grip on her waist to make sure she didn't topple over again.

She opened her mouth to argue but ended up letting out a slow, tired laugh. "Okay, maybe I need a taxi…"

"Or…" He crouched slightly, sliding one of her arms over his shoulders. "How about a more… efficient ride?"

Before she could react, Spider-Man shot a web at the nearby building and launched them both into the air.

She screamed. Then laughed. Then screamed again.

"I-I HATE THIS! NO, I LOVE THIS! AHHH, I DON'T KNOW!"

"Then hold on!"

The wind whipped against her face as the city blurred beneath them, a sea of twinkling lights. Her heart pounded, but the alcohol-induced dizziness quickly gave way to pure adrenaline.

***

Before she knew it, they were landing gently at the entrance of her building, and Spider-Man was carefully setting her down.

"There you go, miss. Special Spider-Man delivery, no fees, no wait time."

She let out a soft laugh, still a little dizzy, but now more from adrenaline than alcohol. "You're scarily good at this."

He shrugged. "Part of the job."

Spider-Man turned to leave. "Now get inside, drink plenty of water, and sleep. And seriously, try not to get lost in the city after getting wasted. Not everyone has a friendly neighborhood ride service."

She laughed again. "Thanks for the lift, Spidey. Really."

He raised a hand in a casual wave. "Anytime."

And before she could say anything else, he shot a web and disappeared into the night.

She stood there for a moment, staring up at the sky, feeling the cold wind against her skin. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside.

Up above, watching from a nearby rooftop, Spider-Man let out a small sigh.

"One more soul saved from their own stupidity."

***

Sitting on the ledge of a building, Peter watched the sun rise on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange, pink, and gold.

Meanwhile, the city of New York was coming to life: cars honked in the distance, pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, and the distant sound of a ship's horn echoed across the Hudson River.

With his mask pulled up halfway, Peter held a disposable coffee cup in his hands. Steam rose gently, blending into the crisp morning air. He took a slow sip, feeling the hot liquid slide down his throat. 'I need to go back… May will be waking up soon.'