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| Rain poured down over the local Queens neighborhood. Sirens wailed in the   |
| distance. Smoke curled from the wreckage of a modest area home.             |
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| Peter Parker stared at the body of Uncle Ben. Lifeless on the cracked       |
| concrete, the shield's impact still visible in the cratered wall behind him.|
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| Captain America stood tall above the scene, his uniform pristine, his voice |
| cold.                                                                       |
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| "He was draining this country. Living off the work of others. Collecting    |
| benefits and contributing nothing in return. He was old."                   |
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| Cap added confidently, "This was the only way. God bless America."          |
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| Peter's fists trembled. This wasn't the Steve Rogers he admired. This was   |
| something twisted. Something broken. It had to end.                         |
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| With a snarl, Spiderman launched himself into the air, eyes burning red     |
| with rage. Cap moved fast but Peter was faster. So much faster. No quips.   |
| No hesitation. Only fury.                                                   |
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| The first punch pulverized a door. The second dented the vibranium shield.  |
| Cap parried with soldier's precision but there was very little he could     |
| realistically do against someone with Peter's strength and quickness.       |
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| He feigned high, webbed Cap's boots to the street, and flipped overhead -   |
| landing a brutal kick that sent Cap sprawling through a taxi.               |
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| "You killed him," Peter growled, standing over the legend while punching Cap|
| repeatedly with the force equivalent to sledgehammers breaking concrete.    |
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| "For what?" Peter yelled! "For ideals you don't even understand anymore?"   |
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| Cap attempted to toss his shield in one final gasp of hope but Peter caught |
| it mid-air. His fingers dug into it like claws. "This isn't justice. It's   |
| murder."                                                                    |
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| With a scream, Peter slammed the shield down - shattering the concrete as   |
| Cap's broken body rolled to the side... barely hanging on to life.          |
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| Blood stained the red, white and blue... of Captain America's uniform.      |
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| As S.H.I.E.L.D. drones swarmed in, Peter vanished into the night, leaving   |
| Cap lying limp in the ruins of his new-found ideology. Uncle Ben's last     |
| lesson echoed in his ears.                                                  |
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| "With great power... comes no mercy for the wicked."                        |
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