Spider-Man's words had no effect. The Spatial Cage continued to contract.
The barriers of the void closed in silently. With every meter they advanced, the Helicarrier's outer armor plates let out a deeper groan.
The antiaircraft turrets that had once pointed proudly at the sky now bent and snapped one by one, like stalks of wheat crushed in a giant's grip.
The broken metal fragments did not fall. They simply hung in the void, forming a slowly rotating belt of debris around the carrier's hull.
Spider-Man stood at the edge of the deck, staring at the empty space ahead as it drew ever closer.
He could feel the deck trembling beneath his feet and hear the screams of metal fatigue coming from deep within the ship.
After a long silence, his Spider-Sense finally woke, hammering frantically at the back of his head as though telling him, Run.
But where could he run? This void had no direction, no end, no route of escape.
He would probably die from lack of oxygen the moment he left the Helicarrier.
"Russell!" he shouted into the void again.
"Didn't you say I could talk to them? We haven't reached a conclusion yet, and you've already created a Spatial Cage and locked everyone inside.
Besides, you can't keep me in here. I still have things to do."
No voice answered from the void.
But the walls of the void stopped contracting.
The barrier halted roughly fifty meters from the carrier's hull. The wreckage of the crushed antiaircraft turrets floated silently in the void, like a ring of dead satellites.
Then a rift appeared in the void before Spider-Man.
It was narrow, only wide enough for one person to squeeze through sideways.
On the other side lay the familiar starry sky and the glow of New