After knocking Fury to the ground, the drones immediately opened fire on Peter, but he wasn't killed outright,
The sheer impact of the bullets sent him plummeting from above.
He hit the ground hard. Really hard. But thanks to his tough physique, he quickly got back on his feet—only to find himself completely surrounded by combat drones.
Through the speakers of the drones, Mysterio's voice rang out.
"Peter, I thought we were friends. Fury had to die, but you? I wanted to keep you away from all this."
Mysterio was cunning—he knew his greatest weakness: close combat with Spider-Man. As an ordinary human, he wouldn't last more than a few punches. So, of course, he stayed hidden.
When spider-man shot out his web at the drones, he suddenly realized something was off. The drones weren't real. They were illusions.
The next moment, the entire scene around him shifted, and even his suit changed—from the black stealth suit of "Night Monkey" back to his original Spider-Man suit.
Before Peter could make sense of what was happening, multiple versions of Mysterio appeared before him.
Panicking, he tried to shoot webbing again—only for green smoke to spray from his wrists. He threw a punch at one of the Mysterios, aiming right for that ridiculous fishbowl helmet, but his fist met solid concrete instead. Pain shot up his arm as he grimaced.
And then—he heard her voice.
MJ.
Her desperate cries for help.
Peter knew it wasn't real. He knew it.
But when he saw Mysterio gripping MJ's delicate neck, her face twisted in agony, he couldn't stop himself from lunging forward.
Only to fall flat on his face. Again.
Trapped in an illusion so vivid it felt like reality, Peter was utterly lost. He couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. He was like a helpless mouse, caught in the claws of a cruel cat, being toyed with over and over again.
Each layer of illusion felt like another level of hell, dragging him deeper into despair. And Mysterio didn't just stop at tricking Peter's senses—he went for his heart.
Peter was already drowning in guilt over his past mistakes. But Mysterio? He dug his claws into that wound, tearing it open even further.
To completely break him, Mysterio even staged a horrifying scene—Tony Stark, rising from the grave.
At that moment, even the audience watching from outside the screen felt a pang of sympathy for Peter.
Sure, they had been disappointed in his mistakes. Some had even joked that Tony would be rolling in his grave. But they never expected Mysterio to literally make that joke a reality.
On-screen, the once brave and fearless Spider-Man had been reduced to a trembling wreck, like a terrified kid watching a horror movie.
Then—just when it seemed like he couldn't take any more—the illusion shattered.
Reality came rushing back.
Mysterio was seemingly taken down by a sneak attack from Nick Fury, and reinforcements arrived in time.
The audience exhaled in unison.
Even those who had been critical of Peter couldn't bear to see him suffer any longer. Finally, justice had prevailed. The manipulative fraud had been defeated.
But not everyone was convinced.
Erik scoffed. "It's not over yet. Watch—this reckless kid is gonna fall for it again."
Charles shook his head. "Erik, we're seeing everything from an outsider's perspective. But if we were trapped in that illusion… If Mysterio knew everything about our past… who's to say we wouldn't be deceived too?"
Erik smirked. "Maybe Logan would be just as clueless as this kid. But Charles, did you forget what my powers are? These drones wouldn't stand a chance against me."
Charles furrowed his brows but didn't argue.
If he were in Peter's shoes, his telepathy would've helped him see through the illusion. But Peter didn't have that kind of ability.
Well… technically, his Spider-Sense was supposed to function like a sixth sense. But caught in Mysterio's relentless psychological assault, Peter was too shaken to rely on it.
And then—he made his biggest mistake yet.
Peter once again placed his trust in Nick Fury.
When Fury asked him who else knew the truth, Peter hesitated for a moment—then revealed MJ and Ned's names.
The second he did, Fury's expression shifted.
A cruel, mocking grin spread across his face.
"You're way too easy to fool. Smart kid."
Outside the screen, the real Nick Fury rubbed his bald head, silently bumping Peter up a few notches on his "easily manipulated" list.
Inside the screen, Peter's face drained of color as Fury morphed back into Mysterio.
And then—the illusions came crashing down on him again.
Mysterio didn't even need the drones to attack. He simply walked Peter back—step by step—onto the train tracks.
And then he lifted the illusion.
The last thing Peter saw was a train hurtling toward him at full speed.
And then—impact.
When he finally regained consciousness, he was somewhere completely different.
Netherlands.
And worse? He was locked up.
Beaten, bruised, and utterly lost, Peter broke out of his cell, wandering aimlessly. His mind was still trapped in Mysterio's nightmare. He hadn't fully escaped.
But he knew one thing—Mysterio had to be stopped.
If he didn't do something, he'd be responsible for even bigger disasters.
So, instead of calling his friends or Fury, Peter borrowed a stranger's phone and called Happy.
When Happy arrived with a plane, Peter was hesitant at first. After being tricked so badly, he was afraid this was another illusion.
For once, he didn't blindly trust. He made Happy prove himself first.
Only after confirming it was really him did Peter board the plane.
Happy, seeing Peter covered in wounds, helped patch him up. As he gently reassured him, something inside Peter finally snapped.
All the fear, stress, and guilt came rushing out.
And for the first time, he let himself break down.
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