Killgrave—The Purple Man—was an incredibly dangerous mind controller.
His pheromones could erode a person's free will, turning them into his obedient slaves.
Fortunately, his power had limitations—it only worked in short range. But even with this restriction, he had committed unimaginable atrocities.
Today, if Peter hadn't intervened, a dark future would have unfolded.
Jessica Jones was meant to be his next victim.
She would have been enslaved for eight months.
He would have violated her repeatedly, making her beg for it under his control.
He would have twisted her mind, forcing her to believe her life was a comic book, convincing her that she was stripping for loyal readers.
All while he toyed with other college girls in front of her—forcing her to watch, helpless.
And then, when he was bored—he would give the final command.
Jessica would have been ordered to kill Daredevil.
But something would have gone wrong.
The mind control would falter, just a little.
Instead of Daredevil, she would have attacked Scarlet Witch, drawn by the red of her costume.
Purple Man wasn't just a rapist and sadist—he was also an ambitious villain.
He would have built his own criminal empire, using his power to manipulate law enforcement, politicians, and criminals alike.
He would have controlled countless people, making them do his bidding like mindless drones.
But the worst was yet to come.
Purple Man would have eventually been captured—not by heroes, but by Doctor Doom.
Doom, one of the most brilliant and ruthless minds in the world, would have amplified Purple Man's powers using a machine.
With this enhancement, Killgrave's pheromones would have affected the entire planet.
The world would have bowed to Doom.
Not out of respect.
Not out of fear.
But because they had no choice.
Peter's actions today had changed history.
He had saved Jessica Jones from hell.
He had stopped Killgrave's empire before it began.
And he had prevented Doctor Doom from enslaving the world.
All because he chose to intervene today.
This wasn't just a victory for Peter Parker.
This was a victory for the world.
Peter stood atop the building, Killgrave's unconscious body in his grasp, as he addressed the city.
"Hello everyone, my name is Spider-Man, and I am your friendly neighborhood hero.
I'm new at this, but I'll do my best to help lower crime and keep everyone safe.
I'm not all-knowing, and my powers have limits, but I'll take down the threats to our city.
So let's work together, okay?"
His voice echoed through the streets, amplified by a subtle chakra technique Naruto had infused into his body.
People in the surrounding blocks could hear him clearly, and many had already taken pictures and videos of the masked hero.
Below, the police aimed their guns at him, unsure whether he was friend or foe.
Inside the restaurant, everyone was unconscious—except one person.
Jessica Jones, known as Jewel in her hero persona, shook her head and looked toward Spider-Man.
She felt ashamed.
Her willpower had failed.
If Peter hadn't stepped in… she would have been violated, broken, and turned into a slave.
The vision Killgrave had shown her—a dark, twisted mockery of her future—still haunted her.
Fear. Rage. Shame.
Her body trembled as she fought to suppress the emotions.
Then, stepping forward, she gathered herself and spoke up.
"Wait, that Purple Man is the reason for the fighting!"
The police hesitated.
Peter nodded and held up Killgrave.
"Yes. This man has the ability to control minds.
Unless you have a way to permanently strip him of his powers, I strongly recommend keeping him asleep.
His crimes include:
Rape
Murders
Running a criminal empire
Drug and weapon trafficking
Causing wars
And much, much more.
Anyway, we're done here for now. I'll see you guys later—peace out."
With that, Peter dropped Killgrave on the roof and turned toward a tall building.
A Swift Exit
Thwip!
A web shot from his wrist, and Peter launched himself into the air.
Before anyone could react, he disappeared—vanishing into thin air.
The police officers and Jessica stared in shock.
Spider-Man had turned invisible.
As Peter swung through the city, Naruto's voice filled his mind.
'You'll need these tricks—stealth gives you the advantage.'
Peter frowned. 'But heroes are supposed to fight head-on, right?'
Naruto chuckled. 'You're trying to save people, not enter a duel.'
Peter sighed. 'Right… my mistake.'
Naruto reassured him. 'You would've figured it out after your first real fight.'
As they landed in a dark alleyway, Peter felt the suit dissolve, leaving him in his regular clothes.
He glanced down at his side and noticed something new—a blade and white spider tattoo near his ribs.
"Wait… did I just get a tattoo?!"
Naruto chuckled. "It's a storage seal. That's where your suit is stored."
"How do I make it appear?"
"With a conscious thought."
Naruto smirked. "Don't worry—you'll learn all of this tonight."
Peter stared at the tattoo.
He had never imagined himself getting one.
At least it was painless—and not visible most of the time.
Then, a realization hit him.
'Shit… people will see it if I go to the beach or a pool.'
It wasn't the biggest problem in the world, but still, it was one more thing to deal with.
Peter looked around the alleyway. No one was there.
He sighed and was about to walk away when—
BAM!
Jessica crashed straight into him.
Her flight had gone completely out of control, and if it had been anyone else, they would've died on impact.
But Peter's reflexes were sharper than most.
His Spidey-Sense had warned him, yet he didn't move—he caught her instead.
The force of the collision sent them both slamming into the wall.
Peter barely felt it. His body was strong.
Jessica, however, groaned as she shook her head, still dazed from everything that had happened.
Her mind was foggy, but she could still recognize the person who had caught her.
"Peter?" she mumbled.
Peter's eyes widened as he finally took a good look at her face.
Now that he was up close, she felt… familiar.
Peter knew Jessica Jones.
They had been classmates from middle school to high school.
Like him, she had been a victim of Flash Thompson's bullying.
Back then, Jessica had a crush on Peter but never confessed—especially after the one time she had lashed out at him in frustration.
Her life changed when her family died in a tragic accident.
In the same accident, she gained superpowers.
Peter had tried to show sympathy, having also lost his parents…
But Jessica mistook it for pity.
After that, whatever friendship they could have had never formed.
She withdrew from everyone.
She saw heroes like the Avengers, and the X-Men and thought, "Maybe I can be a hero too."
Thus, she became Jewel.
Super strength. Flight. A hero.
But unlike the big heroes, she stayed small.
Jessica never took on crime bosses or major threats. She stuck to beating up small-time thugs.
Fear held her back.
She didn't want to get involved in something she couldn't handle.
But tonight, she had no choice.
She had come face-to-face with true horror.
Killgrave.
A man who could have broken her, crushed her soul, and turned her into a living puppet.
It was terrifying.
All she wanted now was to go home to her friend.
Jessica slowly stepped back from Peter.
She was wearing her hero suit—a simple tight bodysuit, a pink wig, and a white eye mask.
She had no connections or special resources.
This was all she could afford.
She had forgotten about her old crush…
But now, seeing Peter up close, she remembered.
A painful regret resurfaced.
After all these years, she realized…
Peter was never pitying her.
He had simply been trying to relate, to show kindness.
But back then, she had pushed him away.
And when she had finally noticed her mistake…
She couldn't approach him anymore.
Not after seeing how cold his eyes had become.
Jessica looked down and whispered:
"I'm sorry."
Peter blinked in surprise. "Jessica, is that you?"
It had been years since they last talked, but Peter wasn't the type to forget people easily—especially not the ones who had been important to him at some point.
Jessica was a friend from middle school, but more than that, she had been someone who suffered like he did.
Her family died in a car crash—a tragedy made even worse by the fact that they had collided with a military convoy carrying radioactive materials.
She survived, but spent a month in a coma.
And then, Galactus arrived.
His mere presence shook Earth to its core, releasing cosmic radiation that changed many things.
A week later, Jessica woke up.
'My memory has become sharper…' Peter realized.
Now that he thought about it, details he had barely registered at the time were coming back to him like a movie.
This… wasn't normal.
It had to be one of Naruto's enhancements.
Jessica let out a weak laugh. "Yes, I didn't think you would remember."
Peter shook his head. "Why wouldn't I? We were friends once. You went through some rough times… I should be the one apologizing. I treated you coldly, and I never checked in on you."
Jessica let out a bitter chuckle. "Never expected to hear that."
Then, her face softened.
But her next words…
"Peter… am I dying?"
Peter's eyes widened. "No! Why would you think that?"
Jessica smiled weakly. "Because… I just don't care anymore."
Peter frowned. "What do you mean? Why are you fine with sharing your masked identity. Also why did you not wear a mask?" Peter asked as he looked at her and held her as it seems the affect from the Purple Man was messing with her brain.
The others had been knocked out while she was still operating but in a drunk state.
Jessica sighed, her shoulders slumping.
"I don't like masks," she admitted. "They make me feel like I'm suffocating."
"And as for why I told you? Because I trust you."
Peter narrowed his eyes. "That's not all, is it?"
Jessica shook her head. "I… I'm giving up."
Peter stiffened. "What?"
"I thought I could be a hero," she whispered, her body trembling. "But I was wrong. I was never good enough. And today…"
She clenched her fists.
"… I almost…"
Her voice broke as a fresh wave of fear crashed into her.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She had almost been broken beyond repair.
Peter stepped forward and hugged her.
"Cry. Let it all out. I'm here for you."
At those words, Jessica broke down.
For the first time in years, she let herself be vulnerable.
She buried her face in his chest, sobbing as years of pain, fear, and regret poured out.
Peter held her tight, letting her release everything.
After a long while, Jessica finally calmed down.
She wiped her eyes and looked up at him. Then, she smirked.
"You know, you suck at hiding things."
Peter blinked. "Huh?"
Jessica snorted. "Peter, I have super strength. I just squeezed you like a bear, and you didn't even flinch. It should've crushed you."
Peter froze.
"…Huh."
Jessica raised an eyebrow. "You really didn't notice?"
Peter scratched his head. "Guess I got caught red-handed."
Jessica smirked. "Don't worry, I won't dig. It's none of my business."
Peter smiled. "Thanks, Jess."
Jessica paused.
Then, she grinned. "Hey, Peter… Can I give you my number?"
Peter blinked. "Huh?"
Jessica giggled. "What, is it weird for a girl to ask first?"
Peter scratched his cheek. "No, just… didn't expect it."
Jessica smirked. "Still oblivious, huh?"
Peter chuckled. "I'll work on it."
As they exchanged numbers, Peter asked, "Where are you studying?"
Jessica shrugged. "Empire State University. Criminology. I wanted to be a legal defender but… I don't know anymore."
Peter nodded. "Then let's talk tomorrow. Get some rest. I'll help however I can."
Jessica smiled softly. "Alright. Then…"
Her body slumped forward as exhaustion finally caught up to her.
Peter caught her before she could fall.
"…I'll leave my body to you."
She muttered those words with a smile before passing out.
Peter sighed. "Really, Jess?"
Looking around, he realized—
She was still in her hero costume.
She wasn't famous, but it was still risky.
Peter carefully removed her wig and eye mask, stuffing them into his bag.
Then, he took off his jacket and draped it over her, covering her upper body.
Now, she just looked like a girl in a leather jumpsuit.
And then…
Peter hesitated.
He was holding Jessica in a princess carry.
And… she was really soft.
His hormones went crazy for a second, but he immediately shut it down.
'Nope. Not happening.'
Taking a deep breath, Peter hailed a taxi.
He had no idea where Jessica lived.
So, for tonight…
She was coming home with him.