Sorry for the wait, there were some behind-the-scenes issues to be resolved.
Song of the Chapter: We Do This Together by Junkie XL
I own nothing but the story.
Maestro walked through a portal, sighing as he was back on Earth-9200. He walked over to his throne and sat down. He looked around. He had ruled the Earth for years. Nobody had ever questioned him. A foolish few had tried to dethrone him, but he always made quick work of those people.
But something was always … off.
Those he ruled always followed him in fear. Nobody truly thought anything good of him. In fact, he would wager a guess that many wished he were dead.
Even as Hulk, it had been like this. The people of Earth always feared him. Always hated him.
He was alone.
When they came, offering him rule over another world, he scoffed. What more did he need?
Then they told him about the other world. The bit of Banner left in him was interested. Nobody would hate him on that world. Nobody would fear him.
What would they have to fear?
On the world he was offered, the planet was filled with people like him. People who would accept him.
He would no longer be alone.
He heard a beeping noise, and smiled. They were coming.
"Where is he?" Batman asked.
"He's returned to his homeworld," the One Above All said. "Earth-9200."
"So we just go in there?" Spider-Lad asked. "Do we have a plan?"
"We don't really have enough time for that," Deadpool said. "He moves around too much. If you all work together, you can get him."
The Presence suddenly gasped in pain.
"What's up?" the One Above All asked him.
He rubbed his forehead. "Something - Something's going on in my part of the multiverse. I've got to go."
"What?" Deadpool asked.
"Look, I'd stay if I could, but this is too important to put off."
He looked at the One Above All. "I trust you to get this done."
The One Above All nodded, and the Presence opened a portal and left.
"Alright," he said, opening a portal. "Here you go."
Spider-Man went in with the others and found himself in a dark room with no light.
"Lumos," Harry said, lighting the tip of his wand, giving them light.
"Any ideas as to where this evil Hulk is?" Spider-Lad asked.
Spider-Man set his vision to search for gamma radiation. He pointed to where it was the most. "Found him."
They walked to it, but instead found a bloody throne.
"What?" Spider-Man said, confused.
"I think we just walked into a trap," Percy said.
Suddenly, a green giant fell from the ceiling, landing in front of them, a large wound in his side.
"Hello," the evil Hulk said.
He thrust his hand out, grabbing Ghost Rider and throwing him into Harry.
"Anyone got a plan?" Spider-Lad asked.
"Hit him with all you've got," Batman said, throwing batarangs at the evil Hulk.
"'Sup, evil Hulk!" Percy said, running at the evil Hulk with his sword.
Maestro threw a fist at him, but he ducked and slashed at his leg.
The evil Hulk groaned. "My name is Maestro!"
He grabbed Percy's sword by the blade, paying no mind to the fact that it had made deep cuts in his hand as he did so. He yanked it from Percy and punched him a couple times, and then threw him away. He walked towards him, and was going to kill him, but Harry shouted "Protego!" and protected him.
Spider-Lad ran at Maestro and leapt on his back, electricity flowing from his hands through Maestro, who was stunned, but eventually grabbed a round piece of metal from next to his throne and hit Spider-Lad with it. He then threw it at Spider-Man, who flew backwards. He looked up, and saw that it was Captain America's shield.
His eyes widened. This Hulk killed Captain America?
He looked at Maestro closely and saw multiple helmets and masks hanging from the clothes he wore. There was a Magneto helmet, and Iron Man helmet … and a Spider-Man mask.
Spider-Man looked at Maestro. This Hulk killed every superhero in this universe.
Could they beat him?
"Spider-Man!" Batman said, "Come on!"
Spider-Man nodded and ran at Maestro, grabbing the shield and hitting him with it.
"This doesn't belong to you," he said, furiously, repeatedly bashing the shield into Maestro's body.
Maestro grabbed him and threw Spider-Man in front of him.
He walked towards him, fists ready, and raised them, ready to kill him, when a shield made of water formed in front of him, protecting him.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry said, pointing his wand at Maestro, who started to float.
Maestro grabbed onto a rock as he was flying upwards and threw it at Harry's wand hand, knocking the wand from his hand.
He fell to the ground and grabbed onto the chain Ghost Rider threw at him. He threw Ghost Rider away, and Spider-Man shot a web at his face, blinding him.
He ran at him, ready to knock him out, but Maestro ripped the webbing from his face and grabbed a silver surfboard that must have belonged to the Silver Surfer of this world. It hit him in the face, and he fell to the ground.
Maestro stood above him, and then started beating him with the board.
Pain flowed through his body, growing more and more each time he was hit.
Suddenly, a line wrapped around Maestro's arms and they were thrown backwards, disarming him.
Spider-Man looked over, and saw Batman standing there with a grappling gun.
Spider-Man was confused. He could have done that any other time, why did he do it just then? Why did he wait until the rest of the team was almost beaten?
Why did he wait until Spider-Man was nearly killed?
Maestro struggled, moving his arms backwards more, ready to build up enough power to whip Batman into the ground, but Batman pulled the rope back, breaking both of Maestro's arms.
Maestro yelled in pain, and a hole opened up underneath him, and he fell through, escaping.
Spider-Man turned around to look at Batman, weakly standing up. Then he looked around and saw the rest of the team. Ghost Rider looked like a normal guy now, tired and bleeding. Spider-Lad ripped off his torn mask, bruises on his face. Percy grasped his side, wincing in pain as he walked, and Harry had a broken wrist.
Spider-Man then looked at Batman again, who looked at the group indifferently.
He was about to walk towards Batman, but holes opened up, and they were taken back to the base.
Oh boy.
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