Marvel: gojo of the seven sets

As Spider-Man swung effortlessly beside Gojo, he glanced over and asked again, "Okay, seriously, who are you exactly?"

Gojo sighed, unwrapping a lollipop which clicked against his teeth as he exhaled. "Call me Gojo. Gojo Satoru."

"Right..." Spider-Man replied, skepticism evident in his tone.

Gojo smirked. "Now, are you gonna stand here asking twenty questions, or are we going after those thugs with weapons they really shouldn't have?"

Spider-Man shrugged, shooting a webline toward a nearby building. "Fair enough."

Moments later, they were zipping through the city, the cool night air rushing past them. Gojo, seemingly unaffected by gravity, floated beside Spider-Man with ease, hands in his pockets, occasionally twirling his lollipop like a conductor's baton.

"So..." Gojo began, "who are those guys, and who do they work for?"

Spider-Man, focusing on his swinging, explained, "Those are Kingpin's men. The weapons? Stolen from various facilities during the big incident two months ago."

Gojo's eyes narrowed slightly. 'Fisk, the incident... the breakout?' he thought.

Under his breath, Gojo muttered, "How the hell did SHIELD not know about this?"

Spider-Man nearly lost his grip on the next swing. "Wait, wait, wait—you know about SHIELD?"

Gojo tilted his head, clearly amused. "Yeah."

Spider-Man narrowed his eyes behind his mask. "You're not one of them, are you?"

Gojo chuckled, shaking his head. "Nope."

Spider-Man was about to respond when Gojo came to a sudden stop mid-air, pointing to a nearby building. "We're here."

The two landed on a rooftop overlooking a shady-looking warehouse. Gojo's crystalline eyes glowed faintly as he surveyed the area.

"Why are we stopping here?" Spider-Man asked.

Gojo replied, "Underground setup. Weapons, money, and... oh, armed men everywhere. Some near the entrance, others patrolling the halls. Basement's got the bulk of the stash."

Spider-Man's lenses widened. "How the hell did you—"

Gojo pointed to his eyes, smirking. "X-ray vision."

Spider-Man groaned. "You don't, like, use that to peek at people's underwear, do you?"

Gojo laughed, shaking his head. "Only when absolutely necessary."

"You're the worst," Spider-Man muttered.

Looking at the entrance, Spider-Man asked, "So, how do we do this?"

When he turned back, Gojo was gone.

"Oh, come on, dude!" Spider-Man exclaimed, spotting Gojo casually strolling toward the warehouse, hands in his pockets, humming a tune with a lollipop in his mouth.

One of the thugs near the entrance noticed him immediately. "Hey, kid! You lost or something? Get outta here if you wanna live!"

Gojo tilted his head, smirking. "Does your mom know you're out here being a thug and threatening kids?"

Before the thug could respond, Spider-Man landed beside Gojo, prompting a wave of panic among the other men.

"It's Spider-Man!" one of them shouted.

Spider-Man crossed his arms. "Oh good, their comprehension level is intact."

Gojo added, "Let's do something about this hostility, shall we?"

The two began trading quips about the thugs' appearances, poorly executed security, and overall demeanor.

"Do you think they hold auditions for this job?" Gojo asked, examining one thug's mismatched socks.

"I mean, judging by that guy's fashion sense, the bar's gotta be pretty low," Spider-Man replied.

Suddenly, one of the thugs raised a pistol and fired at Gojo.

"Look out!" Spider-Man yelled, but the bullet never reached its target.

Gojo hadn't moved an inch. The bullet hovered mere centimeters from his forehead, suspended mid-air.

Spider-Man stared, dumbfounded. "Huh... telekinesis?"

Gojo's smirk deepened. "You could say that."

Spider-Man leapt into action, webbing a thug's weapon out of his hand and flipping over two more as they charged him. Meanwhile, others turned their focus to Gojo, opening fire.

But every bullet stopped just short of him, frozen in mid-air.

"Are you done wasting ammo yet?" Gojo asked casually, his hands still in his pockets.

With a simple mental command, the bullets reversed course, striking the thugs in various non-lethal spots—their knees, shoulders, and legs—dropping them instantly.

"Oh, come on!" one of them groaned, clutching his shoulder.

"That's gonna bruise," Gojo remarked, his tone dripping with mock sympathy.

Meanwhile, Spider-Man flipped onto a beam, webbing two more thugs to the wall. "So, uh, note to self—don't mess with Gojo."

"Smart plan," Gojo replied, stepping over the incapacitated thugs. "Now, lets see what you all have store, shall we?"

———

Spider-Man finished webbing up the remaining thugs, ensuring none of them would wriggle free. Turning to Gojo, who still had a lollipop perched in his mouth, he motioned toward the staircase.

"Time to check out what's downstairs."

Gojo followed casually, hands in his pockets, as Spider-Man broke the silence. "So... are you a mutant or something?"

Gojo chuckled, the sound bouncing off the grimy walls. "'Or something' is correct. I prefer the term 'metahuman,' not mutant."

"Why?"

"Calling myself a mutant feels like an insult. It's like saying I'm a disease that needs to be cut out," Gojo replied, glancing at Spider-Man with a calm, serious expression. "I won't be seen as a mere disease by humans."

Spider-Man tilted his head, considering Gojo's words. "Huh. I get your point. I always wondered why they chose that term anyway. They're not a disease; they're just another step in human evolution. In fact..."

Peter's voice trailed off as his thoughts deepened before saying . "Mutants aren't anomalies; they're proof of humanity's potential to adapt, survive, and evolve in extraordinary ways. But because they represent change, people fear them. They label them dangerous instead of recognizing the possibilities. Fear makes them blind to what mutants could contribute."

Gojo stopped walking, looking at Spider-Man with genuine intrigue. 'Hmm... your intellect really is something.'

Spider-Man noticed Gojo's intense gaze and raised his hands defensively. "Hey, hey, hey! You're not trying to peek under here, are you?"

Gojo burst out laughing. "Oh, no. Don't worry about that."

Spider-Man was about to retort when his senses flared. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as a plasma beam shot out from the underground entrance at lightning speed.

"Move!"

The explosion rocked the hallway as flames and smoke filled the space.

Inside the room, one thug asked, "Did we get them?*"

The one who had fired smirked. "You betcha. We got those rats."

"But how'd the bug find us? He should've been busy with that shop we blew up earlier," another added.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the smoke. "Oh, so that was you?"

Glowing blue eyes pierced through the haze, stopping the thugs cold.

"What the—They should've been dead!"

From behind Gojo, Spider-Man emerged, protected by a telekinetic shield. "You guys really need a time-out."

Before the thugs could act, their bodies and weapons were yanked into the air by an invisible force. Gojo walked forward, his smile gone. He pulled the boss closer, his icy stare locking onto him.

"You destroyed my favorite candy shop," Gojo said, his voice low and dangerous.

The boss frowned. "What?"

"You have no idea what you've just done, you freak!" one of the thugs yelled.

Spider-Man winced. "Not a good idea to call someone like him a freak, y'know."

The boss sneered. "You're messing with the wrong crew!"

Gojo tilted his head slightly, a faint smile returning. "Oh? And whose crew is that?"

"Kingpin, you stupid brat," the man spat.

Gojo's finger twitched, and the man screamed as his hand twisted backwards with a sickening crack. The rest of the thugs paled, shaking in fear.

"Hey!" Spider-Man shouted, alarmed. "What are you doing? You can't do that!"

Gojo turned to him, his blue eyes glowing faintly. "I'm being lenient, considering he shot a weapon into a shop full of people and children."

His gaze intensified. "They're lucky I don't feel like ripping them apart."

Spider-Man shivered at the coldness in Gojo's tone. 'Even though we've hit it off, I still don't know who Gojo really is... or what he's capable of.'

The boss continued screaming until Gojo's voice echoed in his mind: "QUIET."

The man's mouth snapped shut, leaving the room in eerie silence. The other thugs began sweating profusely, their terror palpable.

"Where is Kingpin?" Gojo asked, his voice sharp. "Talk."

"I... I can't! He'll kill me!"

Gojo's smile turned cold. "Aww... and what do you think I'll do to you if you don't tell me?"

With a flick of his wrist, he compressed the confiscated energy weapons into a glowing bubble. The weapons shrank further and further until the bubble was the size of a softball. The resulting mini-explosion sent shockwaves through the bubble as Gojo held the bubble in front of the man.

"He's at Fisk Tower! Here in New York!" the man stammered, horrified.

Gojo smiled again. "There we go. Was that so hard?"

He turned to the rest of the thugs. "I asked a question."

"No! No, no!" they shouted in unison.

"See? Compliance is a good thing," Gojo said, his tone almost teasing. "Now, sleep."

With a telepathic command, every thug fell unconscious, collapsing to the floor.

Gojo dropped them unceremoniously and glanced at Spider-Man, who was now looking at him with suspicion. "You have telepathy too?"

"Relax," Gojo said. "I don't use it often."

Spider-Man exhaled. "What now?"

"First, this place needs to be cleaned out," Gojo replied.

"Yeah, I got that covered," Spider-Man said.

A while later, they stood outside, all the thugs webbed up neatly. Using a confiscated phone, Spider-Man called Yuri having memorized her number.

"This is going to be a lot of paperwork again," Yuri sighed.

"Yeah, well, sorry," Spider-Man replied sheepishly.

"Fine. We'll be there shortly," Yuri said before hanging up.

Gojo looked at Spider-Man, smirking. "Looks like your job isn't getting any easier."