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This sudden attack was something no one—not even someone as unhinged as Typhoid—could have anticipated. She quickly dodged to avoid the incoming table, but the interruption broke her concentration and disrupted her gravitational hold, a weakness in her ability.

Seizing the opportunity, the Green Goblin managed to enter a remote command, summoning his glider to his position. He jumped onto it and quickly sped away into the distance. His mission—to eliminate several key executives—was complete, and seeing the tide turn against him, the cunning Green Goblin knew better than to stay and fight.

The glider's speed and maneuverability allowed him to escape swiftly, putting considerable distance between himself, Spider-Man, and Typhoid.

"Aw, man!" Spider-Man muttered in frustration.

Just as he was about to give chase, he heard terrified screams from above—Mary Jane, Harry, and others were on a collapsing balcony. A recent explosion from the Green Goblin had weakened the structure, leaving only a small, unstable section holding them up. Mary Jane lost her grip and began to fall.

With Harry shouting in panic, Peter Parker instantly abandoned the pursuit. He fired a strand of webbing, swinging in a swift arc toward Mary Jane. As debris crumbled around him, he reached her just in time, catching her around the waist and guiding her gently to the ground with the help of his webs.

Mary Jane stared up at Spider-Man, wide-eyed and speechless. Her gaze made Peter's heart skip a beat; he felt himself melt under her look. But snapping out of it, he quickly remembered the Green Goblin. He released Mary Jane, glancing into the distance only to see that both the Green Goblin and Typhoid Mary had disappeared.

Peter's heart sank. He had let the Green Goblin escape—a dangerous madman who would likely return to cause more destruction. If he'd only stayed focused, he might have stopped him. Thinking of the potential future harm, Peter's mood grew somber, even as he held Mary Jane safe in his arms.

"Hey... Spider-Man!" Mary Jane's gentle voice reached Peter's ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at her, then suppressed his emotions and focused. One by one, he used his webs to safely rescue Harry and the others who were still clinging to the damaged balcony. Just as he finished, he heard police sirens in the distance. Firing a web, he swung away, leaving Mary Jane, Harry, and the others with mixed feelings.

Meanwhile, Leon and Wanda, who had been watching the whole scene unfold, exchanged bewildered looks. Wanda, her expression unimpressed, asked, "What... was that?"

Leon sighed, almost feeling his heart skip a beat. "All I can say is, it's very... Spider-Man."

"This kind of thinking is infuriating," Wanda muttered, nearly exasperated. While she respected order and principles, Peter's actions struck her as naïve. "Spider-Man could have stopped Typhoid Mary without letting the Green Goblin escape. But because of this strict no-kill principle, he lets criminals slip away so the law can handle them."

She sighed, deciding her earlier curiosity about Peter was misplaced. "Forget it. There's no way to change that kind of thinking, and I don't have the energy to try."

"Let's go. No point letting this ruin my mood," she added, pulling Leon away. Thanks to her influence over the police officers nearby, none of them noticed the two as they left the area. Wanda didn't seem to notice—or perhaps pretended not to—that they were holding hands. Leon glanced at her with a small smile, noting her rosy cheeks and the smirk on her face. She just pretended not to notice.

"Ugh! I'm going to kill that idiot!" Typhoid Mary's frustrated voice echoed through the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room as she slammed her fist on the table, leaving a dent. Agent Hill glanced at her and raised an eyebrow while Clint Barton winced, deciding not to comment.

Hill opened her mouth to suggest Typhoid would have to pay for the damage but then thought better of it. Seeing Typhoid's volatile state, she decided to let the director handle her. Hawkeye Clint Barton casually focused on his fingernails, not eager to provoke Mary. He'd seen her earlier, furious, crush a car with ease after the Green Goblin's glider slipped away. He wasn't keen to test his durability against that level of strength.

Just then, the conference room doors opened, and Nick Fury walked in. Ignoring Typhoid Mary's glare, he stood in front of the table and stated, "It's a pity the capture mission failed. Ms. Mary, do you have any thoughts?"

Typhoid Mary scowled, her eyes flashing. "Just one—I was ready to kill that bug."

The failed mission left Typhoid Mary furious. Wasn't it a direct question of her competence? She didn't care about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s opinion of her, but she needed their help to find the one she couldn't stop thinking about. Now, she wanted nothing more than to crush the person who caused her failure with her own hands.

"Nice sentiment, Ms. Typhoid, but unfortunately, we don't get to kill people at will," Fury said calmly. Noting her frustration, he handed her a file. "However, on this mission, there's no restriction on life or death."

Suppressing her anger, Mary took the document and flipped through it, a bloodthirsty smile spreading across her face. Without a word, she turned and walked out.

"She's a highly unstable factor," Hill muttered once Mary had left. What Hill disliked most was her unpredictability—especially in someone with unique abilities and multiple personalities like Typhoid Mary.

"Her skills are impressive," Clint agreed, "but her instability could easily cause problems on a mission."

"For now, we need her," Fury replied simply. "We've identified the Green Goblin's true identity, and now we need to understand what could drive a billionaire to become such a monster."