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Compatible Bond

Cover Art #3(?)

Original design Spidey suit

RED Carbon Fiber

BLACK Reinforced fiber

GREY Flexible Carbon Fiber

WHITE Injected STF(Shear Thickening Fluid) act as additional armor

Spider-Gwen

“Spider-Man?! The convoy’s being ambushed!” Gwen yelled into the comms, trusting Edith to deliver her message to the more experienced vigilante who was occupied with the relentless drones.

“A little bit occupied here, Spider-Woman—Oh, I know you!” Peter’s voice grunted through the comms, and a huff made its way through before he added “Keep them off the convoy as long as you can!”

Gwen huffed in annoyance after her eyes fell upon the speeding form of the Beetle tailing the truck again, she quickly rushed to the front and knocked on the driver’s window before it rolled down “Can we go any faster?”

“Not possible, ma’am; the load was too heavy.” The driver answered with his eyes never once left the road.

“Damnit…” Gwen cursed under her breath and maneuvered her body out of the fired bolt onto the roof, lowering herself into a crawl to minimize the available targets. “Guess I’m doing this!” Gwen pounced into the air with a planned corkscrew to follow the warnings of the Spider-Sense, evading the valley of bolts that can shatter bones as one already did to Officer Morello of BPD. Following her intuitions, Spider-Woman aimed and shot a line of webbing at a streetlight nearby to create a pivot before delivering a heavy double kick into the rushing Beetle’s helmet, missing the center by an inch but connected firmly, nonetheless. Using the face of her enemy as a springboard, Gwen pushed with both feet and introduced a gap between them before latching another web line on the truck, reeling herself in to stay with it.

Spider-Sense blared again as Gwen dodged to her left before a tackle came from behind, and blindsided her unnatural awareness using a feint attack. The Beetle quickly established their superior techniques in hand-to-hand combat as several punches, kicks, and elbows connected to the superhuman’s ribs and sides kneading her like a dough. Gwen gritted through the substantial amount of pain ramming into her body from the lapse of Spider-Sense caused by the surprise, but eventually, she could somewhat follow the attacks and deliver a series of decent counters utilizing her superior brute force against the mechanical enhancements of the assassin. Both women exchanged blows and counters for a moment before the Beetle decided to sneak in some close-range projectile with her twin railguns. Several spiked bolts shot high and low, grazing and missing the superhuman in their struggle on top of the moving truck.

Gwen strained herself almost to the limit trying to incorporate every Judo and Jiu-Jitsu move she’d ever learned under NYPD and Yuri Watanabe’s tutelages to try and keep up with the trained fighter opposite her, culminating injuries, albeit shallow and inconsequential, over time. The only advantage she had was the Spider-Sense, but that requires more attunement on her part to be as fluid as her boyfriend. Utilizing her stronger and more resilient muscles, Gwen decided to change her tactic to tank whatever she could while looking for a slip-up or opening that the Beetle might be unknowingly presenting during their scuffle.

A fist came from her left, so she instinctively evaded to the right just to be clocked squarely in her jaw by a blindsiding uppercut following the feint jab. Losing her balance, Gwen got tackled and flipped with an impressive Taekwondo throw into the metallic roof of the cargo, knocking the wind off her lungs. Spider-Sense screams deafeningly in her brain, and she manages to keep her face from being caved with a piercing bolt that goes through the hull into the space inside of the cargo. Spider-Woman wraps her legs around the Beetle and pulls her closer before shooting a spray of webbing into the assassin’s face with her free hand gripping the protruding antenna firmly, and delivers a strong push kick dead at the assassin’s stomach, knocking them back and down on one knee.

Peter, Logan, and Scott should be in a "Redheads Are the Trouble" club together

Logan tackled Falcon off his trajectorial path, and both tumbled into the ground while Captain America still supported Thor using his shield throws against Spider-Man. “Who the fuck are you?!” Sam cursed frustratingly as the heavy sack of muscles weighed him down on his stomach. “What the hell is happening? Why do you guys fight Webs?” The burly man demanded with a confused growl “Is he a Skrull?” he turned back to look at the fight with comprehensive glances. “Are you a Skrull, Bub?” Logan sprung his talons, barred the middle, and trapped Wilson’s neck between them, looking for confirmation. “What? No!” Sam tries to get out from under the shorter man but isn’t able to due to the heavier mass and superior joint lock techniques “Don’t get involved, man; this is an Avengers business.” “Yeah, kinda heard that one before. Care to elaborate more than the last guy who said it?” he kept the blades around the Falcon’s neck with a grunt. “Hell naw!” “Great,” Logan muttered annoyingly and knocked Wilson out with a firm elbow to the back of the neck, then he got up like a spring to charge the Captain next. The shield was thrown at him, and Logan redirected the trajectory with a well-timed downward punch that negated the force behind the World’s Most Expensive Frisby and continued on his path. Bucky cursed under his breath and averted his attention from Spider-Man and Thor, preparing for a CQB session with the Immortal man. He ducked a straight right and countered with a left hook of his Vibranium bionics. Logan takes the punch with his palms and capitalizes on the force behind it to give himself a little lift before twisting his lower body unnaturally for a sweeping kick aimed at the Captain’s neck that was blocked by a grab. Bucky grunted under the weight of the burly man’s dense skeleton and followed the flow of momentum by bending his knees a little to the side dragging Logan along before doing a spinning Scorpion Kick that landed firmly onto the mutant’s back. Utilizing his dense muscles to the fullest, Logan tanked the force of the strike by bracing his legs onto the asphaltic street to push back, then he spun lower on his heels to deliver an uppercut at the end of the cycle, connecting with the Captain’s jaw. Bucky lifted off his feet by the force of the punch and stumbled backward a little bit before he felt a meaty arm circling his neck, putting him into a chokehold. “Ya still got that opening, Bub,” Logan growled to the slowly losing consciousness Bucky with a nostalgic tinge in his words. “Better luck next time...Little Jimmy Boy.” the sudden stiffening of the Captain’s body was a telltale sign that the nickname stirred up some long-forgotten memory of the old days before the world turned black.

If there's no CFM appearance soon with her pissed off at her variant's wedding without being invited

S A M E lol

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