Miles Morales: New Spider Chapter 29.

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"Hey! Let me go! You hear me?! When I get out of this, I’ll kill you!" Sevan screamed, his voice echoing off the lab walls.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," I muttered, sealing his mouth with heat-resistant webbing. It’s been a month since Dr. Ock died, and I’d finally put the finishing touches on my plan to acquire Extremis. Which, of course, brought me to Sevan.

Why was Sevan, Aldrich Killian’s right-hand man, strapped down in my lab? Simple—he had something I needed. No mercy for a guy responsible for the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands. As for how I caught him, well, I had been keeping tabs on the Chinese Theatre, knowing Iron Man 3’s events were about to unfold. When I saw Happy Hogan pull up behind Sevan, I knew it was time. I'd already coordinated with Happy beforehand, so when Sevan handed off the suitcase to an Extremis agent who couldn't regulate their powers, we made our move. Happy went after the agent, while I focused on Sevan. One quick tap of bioelectricity and he was down.

After I secured Sevan, I saw the Extremis agent starting to destabilize. Happy, beaten but clutching the case, was lying nearby. I launched a webline at the agent’s chest and yanked him toward me as I flew out of the building with Sevan gripped securely in one of my tentacles.

I quickly dialed Tony.

"Tony! Listen—Happy's down at the Chinese Theatre. It’s the Mandarin, but it's all just a cover for AIM. You've got to—"

*Boom!*

The Extremis agent exploded, cutting off my feed. Luckily, I had already activated a cluster of energy grenades, creating another blast that hurled me into the sky. In stealth mode with Sevan in tow, they would assume I’d been caught in the explosion. No one knew I had unbreakable skin, so when I reappeared later, enhanced by Extremis, I would claim that I’d barely survived and had to use the virus to heal myself. A perfect cover.

That’s how I got away with kidnapping Sevan.

I’d already extracted all the Extremis I needed from him. Now, I was testing something new: combining godblood with humans enhanced by Extremis.

"Alright, Sevan, this will only hurt a bit," I said, injecting him with a diluted portion of Thor's blood.

"MMFFF!" His muffled screams echoed as his body convulsed. The godblood initiated a violent reaction, tearing his cells apart as they tried to rebuild. For a moment, it looked promising, but then his body began to break down, turning into ash as electricity surged through him.

"ARGHHH!" His voice cracked as lightning consumed him, leaving only a charred husk on the operating table.

Sixteen hours later, I was still working on melting a piece of Destroyer metal using my newly acquired ability to superheat my bioelectricity.

Yes, I had already administered Extremis to myself. How did it feel? Excruciating at first, but after everything I’d endured, I could handle it. The virus rewrote my DNA, amplifying my bioelectricity and enhancing my body in every way. Physically, I was taller, more muscular—though compact, giving the illusion that I wasn’t as strong as I truly was.

Extremis worked by using bioelectricity to activate the brain's repair functions, effectively rewriting the body on a cellular level. Given how much bioelectricity I naturally produced, the virus supercharged me, creating radical changes. My version of Extremis was far beyond what Killian had ever imagined. I could superheat my body to the point where the very air around me melted.

I chuckled, thinking maybe I should’ve gotten laid before going through with it—my touch was literally too hot to handle now.

But back to business. My strength, agility, speed, and even intelligence were all amplified. Extremis even healed psychological damage, putting me in a state of near transcendence. Physically, I was now on par with Thor, sans Mjolnir, and strong enough to trade blows with the Hulk. My agility and reflexes, paired with my enhanced Spidey sense, made me virtually untouchable.

And since I healed like Wolverine, I was practically immortal.

"Hahaha!" I laughed, caught up in the thrill of it all.

"Boss, you're doing that creepy laugh again," April's voice chimed in.

"Oh, April, you don’t understand how amazing this feels!" I replied, grinning.

I looked at the Destroyer metal, hovering between arcs of superheated electricity. The Uru—the same metal used to forge Thor's hammer—was slowly melting. If SHIELD scientists could manipulate the magnetic fields within the metal to create weapons, why couldn’t I do the same?

"April, get the molds ready," I instructed.

"All set, Boss," she confirmed.

I extended my talons and stingers, plunging them into the mold.

"Do it," I said.

The molten Uru was poured over my claws and stingers. The pain was intense—like having molten metal poured directly onto your arms—but I endured it. As the metal bonded with my claws, I felt an odd sensation, like my chi was reaching out to the Uru, merging with it.

"Boss, there's an energy spike. It's affecting the bonding process," April warned.

I could feel my chi interacting with the Uru, creating a pathway that solidified the bond. When I pulled my hands from the mold, my claws gleamed with a dark silver hue, bioelectricity sparking across their razor edges.

"Boss, that was a form of energy projection," April remarked.

"Yeah, I see that," I replied, examining the ghostly scars my claws left in the air. The Destroyer’s armor had been enchanted by Odin himself, and now my chi had awakened something in the Uru.

I tested the claws, stabbing one into my thigh. It pierced deep but healed almost instantly.

"Boss, these readings are off the scale. The Uru is nigh indestructible," April informed me.

I scratched myself across the arm, watching as the wound healed as fast as it appeared.

"Great," I muttered, retracting my claws. "April, are my nails... silver?"

"Yup, Boss. Silver."

"Oh, come on!" I tried rubbing the color away, but it stayed.

"Boss, as you always say, 'You win some, you lose some.'"

"Very funny, April."

I looked down at my bare, muscular body. My clothes had long since burned away during the process.

"April, are the gifts for my parents ready?"

"Almost done, Boss."