Nightwing & Angel - The Legend Untold

Beta's roar reverberated through the chaos as he lunged at Spider-Man, his massive fists aiming to crush the new challenger.

"I... Beta hate... YOU!!"

Spider-Man stood calmly, tilting his head as if inspecting Beta like a scientist examining a strange specimen.

"Whoa, big guy, someone's been hitting the gym—or the lab." His tone was playful, but his sharp gaze flicked over Beta's body. "I gotta say, those stats? Off the charts. But let's see how you do against agility and charm."

As Beta's enormous fist came crashing down, Spider-Man's body moved before Beta could even touch him. His Spider-Sense flared, a tingling warning shooting through his system.

Spider-Man flipped gracefully into the air, twisting his body with an almost acrobatic ease. He landed a few feet away, crouched low, and wagged a finger at Beta.

"Tsk, tsk. Charging headfirst? Rookie move. Didn't anyone teach you about strategy?"

Beta snarled, his frustration mounting. His fists slammed into the ground, sending debris flying in all directions, but Spider-Man was already airborne, his lithe frame darting through the rubble like a shadow.

"Man, you're strong, I'll give you that," Spider-Man quipped, flipping mid-air and landing on a broken lamppost. "But strength without brains? That's just sad. Let me guess—cereal box training manual?"

Beta growled louder, his crimson eyes locking onto the agile figure. He lunged again, this time with both arms outstretched, determined to grab Spider-Man.

But the web-slinger was already one step ahead, launching a web line toward a nearby tree and swinging effortlessly away.

"Swing and a miss!" Spider-Man called over his shoulder. "Tell you what—I'll give you a free shot if you say please."

Beta's roars grew louder, his fury reaching new heights. Spider-Man, perched high above, couldn't help but grin under his mask.

"Okay, Spidey, time to show this big guy why brains and reflexes win every time," he muttered to himself, preparing for the next round.

..............

In the dimly lit lower floor of the Chicago Outfit building, tension crackled like electricity in the air. The remnants of the recent battle were evident—shattered furniture, scorched walls, and blood-streaked floors. Mark Fletcher, known as Nightwing, sat against a cracked pillar, wiping blood from his lip. His body still bore the bruises from his brutal fight with Alphonse Capone, now an augmented monster of strength.

Loe Halloway, also known as Angel, glanced at Mark and smirked. "You've been beaten pretty badly, Nightwing." His tone carried a teasing edge.

Mark sighed, exhaustion laced in his voice. "It's just a few bruises. Nothing a little magic juice can't fix."

He raised his hand, the ring Michael Wilson had entrusted to him glinting faintly in the dim light. The artifact, a spatial inventory ring, shimmered as Mark activated it. A small leather pouch appeared in his hand, from which he retrieved a bright blue potion.

Loe, arms crossed, observed with a smug expression. "Bruised, huh? You've looked better."

Mark didn't bother replying, uncorking the potion and downing it in one swift motion. The liquid worked instantly, his injuries knitting themselves together, his strength returning. Mark flexed his fingers, feeling the familiar warmth of restored vitality.

"That's better," he muttered, standing tall once again.

Alphonse Capone, now a shadow of his former self yet more dangerous than ever, stood at the center of the room. The dark magic bestowed by Atlas Pendragon Holtwood had revitalized his aging body, making him a near-unstoppable force. A serum that filled with years of chemical enhancements had amplified his strength even further, turning him into a super-soldier. However, even with his monstrous power, exhaustion was beginning to take its toll.

His bloodshot eyes scanned the room, landing on Mindy Williams

and Loe Halloway. A twisted grin spread across his face as he focused on Mindy.

"You," Alphonse growled, his voice dripping with malice. "The little telepathic rat who overheard our plans and slipped through our fingers."

Mindy, though an ordinary girl by appearance, clenched her fists tightly. Her mutant telepathic powers had been both a blessing and a curse, leading her into this perilous conflict.

Alphonse sneered, his voice venomous. "How convenient. You've delivered yourself to your doom."

Loe stepped forward, his presence commanding as he interjected. "Or maybe this is your demise, old man."

Alphonse's eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze to Loe. Recognition flashed in his expression, quickly replaced by rage.

"You," he spat, his voice trembling with anger. "You're that arrogant bastard who wouldn't stop yapping about my son Albert. Useless, dead, and forgotten."

Loe's eyes blazed with fury as he lunged at Alphonse

"Shut your mouth!" Loe shouted and lunging towards Alphonse

Loe stood strong, ready to fight, using his Savate skills with precision. When Alphonse's huge fist swung toward his head, Loe quickly blocked it with a smooth hand movement. The punch barely grazed his cheek, leaving only a light mark.

"Savate, huh?" Alphonse growled, his tone filled with surprise and slightly impressed.

Loe narrowed his eyes, focused. "Takes more than brute strength to win, old man."

Alphonse aimed a powerful kick at Loe, his boot cutting through the air with surprising speed. The impact sent Loe stumbling back, though he quickly regained his footing, muttering a frustrated "Tsk."

Alphonse smirked. "Not enough to stop me!"

Suddenly, Mindy stepped forward, her hands clutching her temples as her telepathic powers flared to life. Her voice rang out with determination. "I'm here too!"

Her psychic assault struck Alphonse's mind, causing him to clutch his head and stagger. Pain laced his features as he roared in frustration.

"Bitch!!" Alphonse bellowed, his voice echoing through the room.

Taking advantage of the moment, Mark, aka Nightwing, leaped into action. His baton swung in a sharp arc, striking Alphonse's side with a loud crack. The blow forced Alphonse to reel momentarily, but his monstrous strength kept him standing.

Snarling, Alphonse turned to Mark, throwing a powerful punch aimed at his gut. Mark barely managed to block with his baton, but the impact sent him flying across the room. He crashed into the wall, grunting in pain. Luckily, the baton absorbed most of the force, sparing him from serious injury.

"Damn, he hits like a truck," Mark muttered as he scrambled to his feet, determination burning in his eyes.

Despite his strength and speed, Alphonse struggled. Mindy's telepathic assault continued, clouding his thoughts and slowing his reactions. Sweat poured down his face as he roared again, trying to shake off her influence.

Loe smirked as he regained his balance, glancing at Mindy. "Nice work. Keep it up!"

Mindy nodded, her focus unwavering. "I won't let up!"

Alphonse's attacks, though still dangerous, grew sloppier. The trio pressed their advantage, their teamwork beginning to turn the tide against the seemingly invincible foe.

....

Gustav lay on the ground, his body battered and bloodied from the fight. His wife, Vivian, knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she tried to tend to his injuries. Tears streamed down her face, and her voice quivered as she spoke.

"Gustav, don't talk," Vivian said, her tone a mixture of fear and desperation. "Save your strength."

Despite the pain, Gustav managed a weak smile, trying to ease her worry. "Vivian... this... it's nothing," he said, wincing as he clutched his side. His attempt to appear strong only made Vivian's tears flow faster.

"Idiot," she muttered, her voice breaking. "You're hurt so badly, and you still try to act tough."

Gustav reached up, his hand brushing away the tears on her cheek. His touch was gentle, despite his shaking fingers. "Don't cry," he whispered, his voice soft but firm. "I won't leave you. I promise."

He turned his gaze toward Mark, Loe, and Mindy, who were still engaged in the intense battle with Alphonse. Their youthful determination shone brightly, even in the face of overwhelming odds. Gustav's chest swelled with a mix of pride and guilt.

"Those kids..." he thought. "They're so young, but they're fighting with everything they've got. Their courage puts me to shame."

Gustav clenched his fist weakly, frustrated at his own helplessness. But deep down, he felt a flicker of hope. He knew the trio wouldn't back down. They had the strength and conviction to stand against Alphonse, even when he, an experienced adult, could not.

"I'm counting on you three," Gustav thought, his resolve strengthening even as his body weakened. "Finish this... and make it out alive."

Vivian, still holding him tightly, nodded as if she could sense his unspoken thoughts. "They'll do it," she said, her voice steadying. "They'll win."

And as the battle raged on, Gustav closed his eyes briefly, silently praying for their victory.

.....

Michael Wilson, donned in his black spandex suit with a dark blue spider emblazoned on his chest, locked eyes with Beta. His piercing blue eyes glinted with determination through the mask. The towering monster, Beta, loomed before him, snarling with fury.

"You... spide...r.!!" Beta roared, his guttural voice echoing across the battlefield.

Michael let out a sigh, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "Look, buddy, I don't have time for this whole 'monster movie' drama. Let's wrap this up, shall we?"

Michael's demeanor shifted as he activated Berserker Mode. The air around him seemed to thrum with energy as his strength, agility, and reflexes surged to new heights. His stance widened, and his fists clenched as his body prepared for the relentless battle ahead.

"Let's finish this once and for all!" Michael declared, his voice echoing with a primal edge.

Beta hesitated for a moment, sensing the ominous shift in the air. His instinctual fear kicked in, but his rage pushed him forward.

Michael sprang into action, moving faster than Beta could process. He fired his organic webbing with pinpoint accuracy, the sticky strands wrapping tightly around Beta's eyes.

"Can't fight what you can't see," Michael quipped, leaping around Beta with uncanny speed and agility.

Beta bellowed in frustration, clawing at the webs obscuring his vision. He thrashed wildly, his massive fists smashing into the ground and creating shockwaves, but Michael effortlessly evaded each blow.

"Come on, big guy. I thought you were supposed to be the scary one," Michael taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.

Using the advantage of his heightened Berserker Mode, Michael launched a flurry of attacks, aiming precise strikes at Beta's joints and weak points. Each punch and kick landed with bone-crushing force, causing Beta to stumble and roar in pain.

Beta, blinded and disoriented, swung his arms wildly, trying to hit his elusive opponent. But Michael's enhanced reflexes plus Spider-Sense allowed him to stay one step ahead, weaving through Beta's attacks with the grace of a predator.

"You're strong, I'll give you that," Michael said, his tone serious for a moment. "But strength without control? It's nothing."

The battlefield rumbled under Beta's wild thrashing, his rage boiling over as he roared, "You… annoying… spider!!!" His massive fist hurtled through the air, aiming to crush Michael into the ground.

Michael's Spider-Sense flared, and he twisted his body just in time, the blow narrowly grazing past him. The sheer force of the missed punch created a gust of wind that rustled Michael's black suit.

"Whoo! That was close," Michael quipped, his reflexes on full display. "But you're just too slow, big guy."

Spotting an opening, Michael lunged forward, his enhanced agility making him a blur. He aimed a perfectly timed uppercut to Beta's chin—a weak spot he'd detected through his Chi Sense.

"Ah, there it is," Michael muttered to himself, smirking. "The classic 'big guy with a glass jaw' trope. You're making this too easy!"

BAM! The impact sent Beta reeling, his head snapping back as Michael's fist connected with precision and power.

Wasting no time, Michael unleashed a barrage of organic webbing, wrapping Beta's entire body in thick, sticky strands. Despite Beta's immense strength, the layers of webbing began to restrict his movements.

"Not so tough when you can't move, huh?" Michael said, tightening the web cocoon with each flick of his wrists.

Even as Beta struggled and roared, Michael darted in close, landing strategic punches to keep the monster off balance. Yet, Michael knew Beta had a dangerous trait—the more damage he took, the stronger he became.

"Can't keep this up forever," Michael thought, his mind racing. Then an idea struck him.

Reaching into thin air, Michael summoned a small injection vial. His Spider-Man System Power had manifested the perfect tool for the situation: a tranquilizer capable of putting someone to sleep for an entire day.

"Time to put you to bed, big guy," Michael said with a smirk.

Beta, still thrashing, roared in defiance. Michael, using his enhanced agility, leaped onto Beta's back, dodging the monster's wild attempts to shake him off.

"Just stay still for a second," Michael muttered, plunging the needle into Beta's neck.

Beta's movements slowed, his roars turning into low growls as the tranquilizer took effect. Moments later, the colossal figure collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud, the webbing keeping him securely bound.

Michael landed gracefully a few feet away, dusting off his hands. "And that's how you take down the boss."

He glanced toward the horizon, his thoughts shifting to his friends. "Now, time to check on the others. Hope they're holding up."

Without hesitation, Michael shot a web line and swung away, leaving the defeated Beta behind, bound and unconscious.

To be continue