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Chaos erupts as shrieking infants spill onto the hazard-choked avenues, their tiny hands slapping against asphalt slick with oil and debris. Spider-Man’s reflexes ignite mid-swing—he pivots, calculating trajectories through a lethal obstacle course of careening trucks, shattered glass, and a glinting explosive wedged between storm drains. Webs streak like precision missiles, snagging diapered toddlers milliseconds before collisions: one thread yanks a baby clear of a hydroplaning taxi; another slingshots a twin away from a shattered storefront’s shrapnel. His spider-sense screams as the bomb’s timer flickers to 0:03—he vaults backward, firing a silk net to cradle three infants mid-air while his heel kicks a loose manhole cover onto the device. The muffled blast rattles his bones, but the shield holds. Score rockets as he tugs the final baby from a gutter, the combo-meter peaking when the last wail silences. No civilians down. No missteps. Perfect run.
