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The city’s skyline trembled as metallic giants erupted from the streets, their glowing optics scanning for destruction. Spider-Man swung through the chaos, webs snapping taut between crumbling towers. A bot lunged, claws shredding concrete—he vaulted, twisting midair to slam a web grenade into its core. The explosion rained shrapnel as he catapulted toward the next threat, quips masking focus. Below, civilians scrambled; a tendril of webbing yanked a family clear as a bot’s foot cratered the pavement. He danced across steel behemoths, sabotaging joints with electric netting, exploiting split-second gaps to rip out power cells. One colossus remained, its cannon charging a blast aimed at City Hall. Spider-Man arced into freefall, hurling a spliced drone into the weapon’s maw. The resulting shockwave lit the night—silence followed. Amid smoke and sparks, he perched, mask torn but grinning. New York stood. Again.
