Spider-Man
When worlds collide
Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-man and characters. They belong to Marvel comics. I just own the story and its ideas. This is my first big Spider-man fan fic and I hope it is a good one. This story clashes with The Amazing Spider-Man and Spider-man 2099. It is partly inspired by Spider-Man Shattered Dimensions.
Chapter One
This whole supernatural adventure starts an unsuspecting place in the heart of New York City. It is an average day for the hard working men and women who spend their time working day and night at different jobs all over the Big Apple. The natural science museum had just been re-located in Central Park so that tourists could visit it more than before. It was fully guarded but for one sinister man, security wasn't a big issue.
It was a chilly and clear Sunday night and the museum had closed down for the night after a long and busy day. In the main hall, all was dark with only the moonlight glaring through the windows, illuminating the place. One artefact stood tall amongst the rest and was completely covered from top to bottom in fine red security beams. The artefact itself looked different from the typical ancient pots and plates. It was a huge stone tablet which was chipped at both ends and had small, green metal fragments in it that were glowing and pulsating.
Two security guards had entered the hall. They were both tired and couldn't wait to get of duty. As they approached the tablet stand, one the guards suddenly jumped at an echoing sound of glass breaking. He spun around and shone his torch in the direction of the sound, alerting the other guard.
"What is it?" the guard asked.
"I heard a noise." The other guard replied. "It came from this direction."
Drawing their guns out in suspicion, the guards slowly made their way towards the back of the hall. They shone their torches at the back walls, but could find nothing.
"I don't get it?" The first guard said in confusion. "I thought there was someone here?"
"And there is!" came a spine chilling voice from behind.
Suddenly, smoke began to fill the room, covering the entire hall in a fog. A figure emerged from the clouds, revealing a metal green armour suit, purple cape and a glass dome head piece.
"I am Mysterio!" he shouted. "And you're in my way of progress!"
The security guards fired on Mysterio bet were hurtled towards the artefacts by an invisible force that the madman had produced.
Mysterio had quickly found the artefact that he had been looking for. The tablet!
"Finally, I have found you." he said, as he grabbed the tablet.
"And I've found you!" shouted a familiar voice from behind.
Suddenly, a strand of webbing, had wrapped itself around Mysterio, causing him to drop the tablet. Mysterio turned round, finding himself face to face with The Amazing Spider-Man, who was perched on the guard rail.
"How did you find me here!" Mysterio bellowed.
"Well who else in this city wears a fishbowl on there head?" Spider-Man replied sarcastically. "Which by the way, the pet shop called. They want their fish bowl back."
"Grrrr!" Mysterio growled, ripping the webbing off of him. "I'm going to finish you first before I take the tablet with me."
"Sounds like a good plan my campy friend." Spider-Man continued as he dodged Mysterio's fists. "But you've over looked one flaw? And that flaw is muggins here."
Mysterio hit the wall crawler in the jaw with a high – powered punch, catapulting him into another room behind them. Spider-Man skidded along the polished wooden floor and crashed into a few chairs and bins. He quickly leaped to his feet and tried to gain distance between himself and Mysterio, but the room they were now in was smaller than the hall itself. He pulled bits of broken wood and metal out of his back and said;
"And this why I didn't get a desk job."
Mysterio was closing in for another punch, but Spider-Man and a trick up his costume. He back flipped onto the wall and started to fire a barrage of web – balls. The web balls hit Mysterio, sending him crashing to the ground. As he hit the ground, a crunching sound echoed in the hall. Mysterio had landed on the tablet and had cracked it in half.
"No!" The two men shouted as a bright, light green glow emitted from the tablet.
"What have you done!" Spider-Man shouted as he dived towards Mysterio, but the sinister magician had grabbed both of the pieces and ran towards the door.
Spider-Man gave chase by web zipping towards the door himself, but he began to slow down. It was as if the gravity in the room began to disappear as Spider-Man and Mysterio were suddenly levitated off the ground. The door began to disappear as a huge, spirally, black cloud like tunnel with green and blue particles formed infront of it. Its power was so tremendous that it began to pull of them into it. Mysterio was the first to enter the tunnel as he dived into it in-order to escape. However, when Spider-Man entered the tunnel, he was hurtled into another direction.
"What the hell is going on!" he asked in a blind panic.
The tunnel seemed to be endless as the weightless wall – crawler floated on and on, like a candy rapper in a wind tunnel. He began to feel sleepy as if his powers and energy were being zapped from his body.
It may have seemed like forever, but a light began to appear at the end of the tunnel. Spider-Man began to feel heavy as if gravity had begun to catch up with him. Seconds ticked by before, he realised that he was on the ground. He rubbed his head and sat up to see where he was.
"Where am I?" he said to himself as he realised that he was no longer in New York. "This isn't New York?"
"Oh yes it is?" replied a voice that sounded similar to his, only slightly deeper.
He looked up to see a man in a blue suit with red markings all over him that formed into a shape of an odd looking spider on the torso.
"It's the year 2099 and I am…well…you."
"You're me?" Spider-Man asked. "You're Spider-Man of 2099?"
"Yep." The other Spider-Man replied. "But you can call me Miguel."
"You've basically sold you're secret identity." Spider-Man replied as Miguel helped him up to his feet.
"Well I know that you are really Peter Parker."
"You do? Well who told you that?"
"Madame Webb. She was the one who sent you here in the first place. Turns out you're little fish bowl head buddy came here too. I came here to meet you."
"Well… eh … ok. Where did Mysterio go?"
"Why don't we ask her majesty herself?"
"Very funny Miguel." Came a different voice, as Madame Webb materialised from out of nowhere. She sat still in her chair, displaying a dead pan look on her face. "I'm glad you've safely made it, Peter. Are you ok?"
"Just a little shaky but hey what's new?" Spider-Man replied. "Where the hell id Mysterio?"
"He has stupidly materialised at the far end of the city." Webb explained instantly. "I cannot find his exact location as the tablet he is holding is shielding him from my powers."
"He shouldn't be too hard to find." Spider-Man assured her. "He's always easy to find."
"Don't be too sure." Miguel replied. "New York has expanded four times in this dimension. He could be anywhere."
"Look the main issue isn't Mysterio." Webb continued. "It's the tablet. That tablet holds the power to wipe out multiple dimensions at once. I've brought you to 2099 to assist this Spider-Man to retrieve the tablet otherwise both you're worlds along with the other dimensions will be wiped out of extinction."
"Sounds like a Steven Spielberg movie." Spider-Man said with one of his witty quips.
"Eh….Yes." Webb replied, not amused. "But you won't be saying things like that soon, if Mysterio isn't found. The authorities here can deal with him, but you must take the tablet back with you in order to restore balance to both your worlds."
"And now it sounds like Star Wars." Spider-Man continued. "Look we'll find him, but we need your help?"
"I will do everything in my power to help." Webb assured. "You should both start now why you still both have the time."
Miguel had already began to leave and Spider-Man tried to catch up with him. They both shot web lines and began to swing towards the futuristic streets, but how was going Spider-Man going to find Mysterio in a world of pure imagination and possibility?