[At Oscorp Industries, the security personnel were idly passing the time, unaware of the danger about to unfold. Suddenly, every surveillance monitor in front of them distorted into static. The security director immediately sprang up, his instincts screaming that something was wrong.]
["We have to get out of here—now!" He turned, rushing to find McCann. "We need to leave the Oscorp building immediately!"]
["Why? What's going on?" McCann asked in confusion.]
[His answer came in the form of a sudden flash of lightning. The next second, the security director gasped as a hole appeared in the center of his chest. His heart was gone. He staggered, staring at the wound in shock before crumpling forward.]
[McCann's breath hitched. Behind the fallen director, a crackling figure took shape—Max Dillon, reborn as pure electricity. His glowing eyes locked onto McCann, a sinister smile forming on his lips.]
[McCann scrambled backward, his chair scraping against the floor as he stared in disbelief.]
[Max, now clad in a new outfit, tilted his head and sneered. "Do you remember me?"]
[He flicked a finger, sending a bolt of electricity into the table beside McCann. The force shattered it instantly, reducing it to a smoldering heap of debris.]
[McCann's expression twisted with terror. He looked from the destroyed table to Max—then to Harry Osborn, who strode into the room behind him.]
["Oh my god… what—what is this?!" McCann stammered.]
[Harry smirked as he approached. "Things have changed, huh? I know you're too proud to admit it, but wouldn't you say we made a beautiful comeback?" He turned to Max expectantly.]
["Exactly!" Max agreed with a wicked grin.]
["Alright, then! Holy Mary, it's time to make a wish!" Harry snapped his fingers, looking triumphant. He was about to reveal his purpose when—]
["How dare you come back here, you pathetic, good-for-nothing freak?!"] McCann interrupted, his voice shaking with fury and disbelief.]
[Harry merely chuckled, unfazed by McCann's outburst. Before he could respond, Max raised a single finger and unleashed another surge of electricity.]
[McCann screamed as he crumpled to the ground.]
["Oh, my bad!" Harry feigned an apologetic smile. "That's not the response we were hoping for!"]
[With a casual whistle, Harry walked over to the fallen security director, who lay motionless, his eyes frozen in shock. He bent down, plucked the pistol from his holster, and examined it with amusement.]
[Meanwhile, Max crouched next to McCann's lifeless body. He rubbed his palms together, generating a surge of electricity, and then pressed his fingers to McCann's chest. The old man's body convulsed as the shock jolted him back to life, his gasping breaths echoing in the silent room.]
["Alright, welcome back to overtime," Harry quipped, pressing the barrel of the pistol against McCann's chin. "Now, let's go for a little walk, shall we?"]
[He yanked McCann up, forcing him forward. As they exited, he turned to Max and grinned. "The power grid is all yours."]
[Max cast a glance toward the main power relay. With a flick of his wrist, the electromagnetic force activated, opening the ground plug's cover. In an instant, he dissolved into pure electricity, surging into the circuit. Before disappearing completely, he extended a current to politely close the plug's cover behind him.]
—
"Well, he is oddly polite," the 1st-Gen Spider-Man remarked, watching Max's actions with amusement.
"You wouldn't guess that he's trying to kill you," 1st-Gen Gwen added with a smirk.
"Hey! That's not me!" 1st-Gen Spider-Man turned to her, exasperated.
"But he is Peter Parker," Gwen teased, flashing a grin.
The 1st-Gen Spider-Man groaned, muttering to himself. If he ever met this other Peter, he was definitely going to give him a piece of his mind. That guy had caused him no end of trouble—eating flies, wrecking important labs, and lying all the time.
And 1st-Gen Gwen never let him live it down. Even his Uncle Ben had told him not to be like the other Spider-Man.
—
[With his pistol pressed to McCann's back, Harry forced him into the elevator.]
["Take me to the special projects division," Harry demanded.]
[Trembling, McCann hesitated before entering a code into the panel. The elevator doors slid shut, descending rapidly.]
[When they reached their destination, Harry shoved McCann forward. "Give me the spider venom."]
[As a sealed compartment hissed open, revealing the vials, Harry's gaze flickered with anticipation. He muttered to himself, "Is this it?"]
["That," McCann rasped, "is the future."]
[They moved through several rooms, passing by various high-tech weapons and suits—military armor, advanced prosthetics, even Doctor Octopus's mechanical tentacles.]
[Finally, they arrived at the chamber holding the spider venom. McCann opened the secured container, revealing the syringes filled with the rare substance.]
[Harry's grin widened. He pointed the gun at McCann. "Take one out."]
[McCann hesitated but, seeing the weapon aimed at his chest, obeyed. He retrieved a syringe, carefully filling it with the venom.]
["It won't work," he warned as he prepared the injection. "We've already run all the tests—except for human trials."]
[Harry scoffed. "You have conducted human trials—you were just too stupid to realize it."]
[McCann ignored him, inserting the venom into the syringe. He stepped forward hesitantly. "Inject now?"]
["Now," Harry ordered, though his hand trembled slightly as he held the gun.]
[McCann obliged, sliding the needle into Harry's arm and pushing the plunger. The venom entered his bloodstream.]
[Harry let out a small laugh, flexing his fingers. The trembling in his hand stopped. "It was always right in front of you," he murmured, looking at McCann with an eerie smile.]
[But then—]
[A sharp pain ripped through his body. His breath hitched. He staggered, clutching at his neck as dark green veins bulged under his skin. His entire body spasmed, his knees buckling beneath him.]
[The gun clattered to the ground.]
[McCann took the chance and bolted toward the elevator, frantically inputting the security lock. The doors slid shut, trapping Harry inside the lab.]
[Meanwhile, Harry writhed on the floor. His muscles spasmed violently, sweat soaking his clothes as grotesque lumps bulged and rolled beneath his skin. His screams of agony echoed through the chamber, his face contorted in pain.]
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