The world that Peter will be sent to will be based largely off the DC Ame-Comi universe though with a few alterations here and that. I'll also be adding in elements from the DC Bombshells universe and that of Earth-11 where the genders of both male and female heroes/villains was switched. For the most part women make up like ninety five percent of the heroes and super villains in this universe, though their are a few male ones, mainly those that are tech related, or don't have superpowers to begin with, like Joker, Lex Luthor, Captain Cold and the like. Peter in this will be the first actual male superhero with powers so that'll be fun for him since it means a whole lot of attention... most of it bad.
As for whose in the Harem... well there's going to be quite a few. Like a lot, like we're talking that unrealistic twenty at least sorta ball park and leaves a person thinking that Peter will actually die by 'snu-snu'.
And those women are: Wonder Woman, Superwoman (Claire Kent), Batwoman (Bryce Wayne and Kate Kane), Wonder Girl (Donna Troy), Supergirl, Batgirl (Barbara Gordon), Black Canary, Power Girl, Reena Montoya, Zatanna, Mera, Lena Luthor, Huntress (Helena Wayne), Lois Lane, Artemis, Hawkgirl, Star Sapphire (Carol Ferris), Jessica Cruz, Cheetah, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Maggie Sawyer, Grail, Brainiac (Ame-Comi version!), Starfire, and Lady Blackhawk,
Will more be added? Yes, but this is the sorta starting group. Will Marvel women be added at some point? Another yes, but again, later on in the story. Also yes I'm aware that some of these women are usually lesbian but hey, if people can make stories where they take a usually straight character and make him gay or something, than why can't I take a character that's usually lesbian and make her bisexual? Is there flaws in that logic? Probably, but you know what?
Meh.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or DC characters seen, mentioned or used.
Peter Parker was in trouble, for the lack of a better word.
Actually, Peter was pretty sure he was past trouble and rolling straight on into 'up shit creek without a paddle'. And not only that, the boat he was in was sinking and the creek was fed by a sewer main connected to New Orleans during Mardi Gras on top of it being Taco Tuesday night... and the tacos weren't very good. Also he was low on web fluid, so his options of fighting, traveling and just being a general menace to the sanctity of clean windows and buildings everywhere.
"Go for a look they said. It'll be fine they said. What's the worse that could happen they said?!" Peter groaned as he paced back and forth on a rooftop overlooking a city that was definitely not his.
In fact the city that Peter was looking at was... rather nice actually. It was like New York City, if New York City was about fifty years more advance, cleaner, nicer, and didn't look like it had a cloud of smog and haze over it every other day of the week. It was also lacking a few notable landmarks and hot dog stands but that was besides the point. Still, being in such a nice looking city, which honestly he doubted someone like the Queen of England could afford to live in, it did little to settle Peter's nerves.
After all, how could one cope when they were now in a wholly separate universe?
Well Peter's answer to that was freaking out, cursing his luck, freaking out, cursing whatever higher powers that be for his crap luck and wondering how he was gonna survive long enough to somehow make it back home before his aunt freaked out.
Not in that exact order mind you.
"Okay Peter, think, what can you tell about this universe so far?" Peter said as he made his way to the edge of the building he was on, only a few stories high at most, and looked down at the street to see what sort of natives he was dealing with.
He saw people, and they looked like people, human people, and they seemed... pretty ordinary. On the outside at the very least, for all Peter knew, they had like three hearts, no stomach and probably reproduced by laying eggs in peoples' chest that would later explode in a shower of gore, like that Alien movie he let Johnny talk him into watching.
"Why'd I let that prima donna talk me into seeing that movie?" Peter groaned as he held his head in his hands and slumped to the ground as he felt another headache coming on "That movie has forever ruined my excitement to ever meet an alien!"
Well actually the Skrull invasion he helped fight off a year ago did that but the point still stood.
With a sigh Peter lowered his head against his knees and took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself "This is the last time I ever team up with Doctor Strange and the Fantastic Four"
Normally he didn't mind teaming up with them, at least the Four, Strange was another matter entirely. But when Doctor Doom is attempting to steal something valuable and magical from Strange's place with the help of Rhino, Sandman, Hydroman and Shocker, it couldn't be helped. They get there, take on Peter's usual baddies, and what mystical horrors' that Doom tends to summon, Reed and the Latvirian dictator trade barbs and punches, and Peter is left wondering if the Squadron Supreme had to deal with this sort of crap on a daily basis.
"If I ever make it back home, I'm soooo kicking the crap out of Doom for getting me sent here" Peter said as he rested his chin on his knees and stared at the opposite end f the roof for a moment before he heard something above the usual car horns, tires screeching, and pedestrians yelling at someone for something...
An alarm... and police sirens.
"Annnnd que my overly developed sense of justice and responsibility... and curiosity" Peter sighed as he climbed to his feet and made his way to the other side of the building and looked down at the street.
He could see two police cars were already coming to a stop before what looked to be some sort of high end jewelry store. Peter hummed at the sight before he looked towards the jewelry store's roof for-
"Ah, there you are" Peter said as he watched a figure emerge from one of the store's skylights and quickly rush across the rooftop and leap to the adjacent one.
Peter gave them a few moments before he leaped into the air and swung after them, keeping what he hoped was a safe distance. He was briefly reminded of his encounters with Black Cat before he shook his head. The last thing he needed to deal with on top of being in an alternate universe was another sensually attractive lady with a thing for cats, tight dark colored clothing and likes to steal.
"My god, where did you go wrong with my rearing Aunt May" Peter said with a laugh as he fired off another web line and used it to slingshot him over the apparent jewel thief and land right in front of them with a slight 'thud'.
The figure slid to a stop, clearly surprised by his sudden appearance.
"The hell?!" the thief, a woman, said with shock as she took in Peter's appearance.
Red and blue body suit with black web patterns on the red parts, full head covering red mask with large white lenses that looked pretty creepy at night and a large white spider emblem on his chest. As she was doing this, Peter took the brief pause to examine the woman before him and nearly smacked his forehead at jinxing himself. Tight black leather like material clinging to a body that women would kill for, a generous amount of cleavage being displayed with hints of no bra underneath, a cowl like thing covering the woman's head with two points that looked very much like ears, green lenses and what appeared to be claws on her hands.
It appears that Peter has crossed paths with a woman with a thing for dressing up in tight clothing to look like a cat and steals... what are the odds?
'Universal apparently' Peter thought as he slowly rose to his full height and stared at the woman with narrowed lenses, hoping to unnerve her.
"Uh, who are you supposed to be?" the woman said with a amused yet confused expression on her face "You sure as hell ain't Superwoman, or Supergirl for that matter"
"I'm your worst nightmare punk" Peter said in a deep gravely voice that made it sound like he smoked twenty four packs a day.
Based off the laughing the woman was now emitting, an the fact she doubled over to clutch her sides with how hard she was laughing, it was very intimidating.
"Oh I don't know about that handsome... you look like a very fun dream. Meeeeoow" the woman said with a wink that was just barely seen through her green tinted lenses.
"That's what all of the pretty ladies say... than they have the dream and call it a never ending nightmare" Peter said before he suddenly shot an arm out and snagged the duffle bag the woman was holding with a web line.
"The fu-" the woman began before she and thee bag were yanked forward by Peter's web line, mainly because she hadn't let go of thee bag when it was pulled.
"Heeeey let go! Bad kitty!" Peter chided the woman as he kept pulling her bag, and by proxy her, towards him.
"Get your own score, this one's mine!" the cat woman yelled as she dug her heels into the ground and tried to pull back but only to find herself still sliding across the ground.
"Sorry madam feline, but whenever I see a young beautiful woman running around with things that obviously don't belong to her, I have this compulsive need to take it from them and return it to their rightful owners" Peter said with a shrug as he pulled the jewel thief closer and closer before he reached forward and physically yanked the bag from the woman's hands "Thank you"
"HEY!" the woman yelled in outrage before she sent a clawed swipe at Peter.
The wall crawler easily dodged it, stepping back and angling his head back slightly to avoid the metal tipped claws on the cat woman's hand. Seeing her initial strike fail to make contact, the woman brought up a leg for a kick to Peter's chest but a red gloved hand reached out and grabbed her ankle before the kick could land. Peter pushed the woman back and watched with a snicker as the woman stumbled before falling over and landing on her rear with a 'oof'.
"Careful missus fumbles, don't wanna hurt yourself now. My advice, learn to land on your feet like a cat before you start dressing like one" Peter said as he slung the bag over his shoulder and gave her a two finger salute "Much as I'd love to continue our little game of cat and spider, I got to get these little bad boys back to whatever store you took them from. Well I know which one it is, it's the one with cops parked outside obviously, but you know what I mean-"
KRAAKK!
Peter's eyes widened as he jumped back before the end of a whip struck him clear across the face and left a less than flattering mark.
"WHAT THE HELL LADY?!" Peter gaped at the cat woman, now wielding a freaking whip in her hands.
"Now you went and made me angry, I guess I'm gonna have to... punish you" the woman said with a smirk that was more terrifying than attractive.
"You know, my Aunt always warned me about women like you" Peter gulped as he stepped away from the crazy whip woman "Dark leather, carries whips, long painful looking nails. She says your kind is the devil and a bad influence on impressionable young boys like myself and that you need Jesus or something"
"Oh is that right, well don't worry little boy, I just might make you a man after tonight" the woman said as she licked her lips before they turned into a snarl "Assuming I leave enough of you left"
With that, she lashed out with her whip, aiming for his chest. Peter leaped back and shot a small glob of web fluid o pin the whip to the roof before he turned and leaped clean off the building and into the streets below. He could hear the crazy whip lady make some sort of surprised exclamation at his feat before it was drowned out by the rush of the wind and the honking of car horns below.
'Okay Peter, just get these jewels back to the jewelry place, find somewhere to hunker down, maybe find a snack because holy crap I'm hungry and than proceed to cry myself to sleep for being apparently stranded in a universe with crazy dominatrix women' Peter thought as he shot a web liner out and used it to swing over the flow of traffic below.
Luckily Peter didn't have to go very far to reach the jewelry store that the crazy whip lady broke into, only about three blocks which Peter covered easily with his web slinging. A few more police cars had since shown up to form some sort of perimeter slash barricade thing so the investigators could do their jobs and figure out what happened. Landing on the side of a building, Peter scanned the scene as he looked for an opening to drop off the stolen loot. His own experiences with police officers back in his own universe has taught him that showing up dressed as he was with a bag of stolen valuables tended to paint a less than innocent picture and may compel the cops to either try and arrest him, shoot him, taser him, scold him for interfering or all of the above.
"Hmm, maybe these cops are actually friendly and will thank me for helping return the stolen- oop never mind" Peter said as he saw a photographer try to sneak past the barricade only to get tackled to the ground and pinned by three large cops that looked like they ate gyms instead of donuts for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Seeing that approaching the cops was likely out of the question for the time being, Peter opted to just drop the jewels off via the skylight the crazy whip lady used to get in and out. With a single leap, Peter landed on the rooftop of the jewelry store and was just about to lower the bag of stolen gems back inside and bail before he felt his spider-sense go off.
"GIVE ME BACK MY SCORE ASSHOLE!"
Peter turned and brought his arms up to block a pair of heeled boots from slamming into his head and likely breaking his neck. Apparently the cat lady was not pleased that Peter took her stolen goods back to be returned.
"You want them so bad, buy them like everyone else!" Peter replied as the cat lady spring boarded off his arms and landed in a handstand before launching herself back at Peter.
The Queens born hero ducked and tried to throw the bag of jewels back through the human sized hole carved into the glass before he received a scratch to his shoulder by the leather bound woman. Peter hissed in pain, that stuff stung like hell, and dropped the bag of jewels, allowing the cay woman to use her whip to snag the bag's handles and yank it back towards her.
"You scratched me!" Peter said in annoyance as he looked at the four shallow cuts on his shoulder with a frown.
His suit was made of unstable molecules, how in the hell did this woman manage to cut through it? It was supposed to be tear resistant... well Peter isn't sure if that also means cut resistant but there wasn't much difference far as he knew. Perhaps the energies that teleported Peter here had made the suit's atomic structure even more unstable than it already was and thus was affecting it's properties. Maybe the crazy whip woman's claws were made of a special metal, maybe this universe's laws were different from his own, or maybe...
Or maybe his own universe called this one to let him know to give him a hard time while he was in it because it was funny.
'You know... I can actually see that being a thing' Peter thought as he glared back at the cat woman "You have any idea how long it'll take me to repair this? These things don't grow on trees you know!"
"Your lucky I don't claw your face off..." the cat woman threatened, all sense of amusement and playfulness gone, replaced with a cold exterior.
"Well kitty cat, looks like your in need of a serious declawing" Peter said as he cracked his knuckles "I never hit a lady unless she swings the first punch. But clawing up my suit? Ohhhh it's go time!"
The cat woman's eyes narrowed as she slung the bag of jewels over her shoulders and brought her arms up to defend herself.
"Bring it bitch!"
...
"Hey John?" a rather average beat cop said as he started at the forensics boys combing the jewelry store fore evidence on who robbed it.
"Yes Nick?" his partner said with a tired sigh, already dreading what his friend will say now.
"Who do you think has the better rack, Power Girl or Wonder Woman?" Nick said with a thoughtful look on his face.
John sighed and rubbed his forehead at this "Why's it matter?"
"Well PG has size on her side no doubt, but Wonder woman's look like they were crafted by a God or something. Like perfectly sized, shaped and firm. But Power Girl's have that sort of fun size, like soft pillows that you wanna bury your face in and smother yourself" Nick said with a shrug "I mean they both have their pros and cons going for them, like I'm pretty sure Wonder Woman's nipples are-"
"You know I'm gay right?" John said with annoyance aimed at his partner.
"Yeah so?" Nick said with a frown.
"So why are you asking me if I give a shit about which women's tits are better?" John asked with a look of disbelief, though being mindful to keep his voice low so that the female members of the forensic team didn't hear his and Nick's conversation "That's like asking a lesbian about a guy's dick. Or you whose balls look nice to play with. They don't crave it, they don't show interest in it, so why bother them with it?"
"Well I wanted an outside opinion" Nick said with a shrug "I mean I'm biased because I like them, so I figured that asking someone that isn't into breasts would have a better answer than one that would"
John stared at his partner for a moment before he sighed and pinched the ridge of his nose as he dreaded continuing this conversation already "Personally... I think Aquawoman's are better because they seem more natural instead of supernatural and because she accentuates them with jewels from the ocean"
"Oh shit I forgot all about her to-" Nick began before suddenly two figures crashed through the skylight, sending hundreds of shards of glass falling to he floor below.
The police officers and forensics scientists present scattered and raced for cover to avoid both the glass and the two bodies coming down with them. Peter found himself slamming into a display case filled with... something, a lot of something's actually, which in turn set off another round of alarms. The crazy cat lady landed on the floor next to him, the bag of stolen loot had slipped from her midfall and landed a few meters away.
"Who the hell tackles someone through a skylight?" Peter asked himself as he slowly climbed out of the shattered display case and brushed some glass of hiss chest and legs "Owie..."
Peter looked up at the sound of several weapons' safeties cocking and saw several police officers were now aiming their weapons at him as they slowly emerged from their cover.
"HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!" one of the cops shouted over the alarm.
"Oh my luck cannot be sucking that bad" Peter groaned as the alarm continued to go off and several more cops stormed in through the door, their guns trained on Peter and the crazy whip cat lady still unconscious by his feet "Alright I get it all powerful universal cosmic thingy, you hate me. Read ya loud and clear buddy. Awesome!"
At this point the universe was just pissing on him without the courtesy of calling it rain.
...
Tonight had been a very good day in Claire's opinion.
No supervillains trying to take over the city, or trying to kill her for one reason or another, Lex Luthor's parole board denied him early release and her cat Streaky had found a playmate in the form of her neighbors own cat. And now we was on her way back home after a rather late nigh at the Planet, helping Lois with a story about some madman running around the city that was called 'The Carnage Killer'.
'Hmm, I wonder if I have any more of Helena's pasta left over. Assuming Kara hasn't eaten it all again' Claire thought as she flew over Metropolis before her super hearing caught he tail end of a conversation right below her.
"HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!"
"Oh my luck cannot be sucking that bad... Alright I get it all powerful universal cosmic thingy, you hate me. Read ya loud and clear buddy. Awesome!"
"What in the world?" Claire said as she froze and looked down to see what the commotion was.
Several police cruisers parked outside a jewelry store with several officers rushing inside. Curious, Claire sped down to see if she could perhaps help, maybe de-escalate the situation from getting any worse. She heard a few officers give out shouts of surprise and awe at her appearance as she flew past them and into the open door of the jewelry store. Claire thought she recognized it, one of the places that Lois took her too a few months ago to help her pick out something nice to wear for a date that never happened.
Inside was a bit of a mess, glass everywhere, along with rings, bracelets, ear rings, watches, necklaces and various small gems that were knocked off their respective jewelry. She also counted over nine officers, all aiming their weapons at who she assumed was the cause of all of this ruckus. One a man standing with his hands in the air and doing his best to not try and seem intimidating, another a woman who was unconscious based off her vitals.
Claire's eyes narrowed as she took in the mysterious man's appearance as she stepped past a few officers who wisely parted for her.
He was wearing a fully body suit that covered him from head to toe, colored in red and blue, great colors she thinks, and a odd large white spider on his chest. The man's eyes were also covered by what appeared to be lenses made of some sort of glass like material while suit... well, Claire's never seen something quite like it. The atomic structure of the suit when she looked deeper was unlike anything she's ever seen before, it seemed to boarder on the edge of solid matter and some some form of energy.
"What in Rao's name...?" Claire said with confusion.
"Uhhh, hi?" the mysterious man gave her a small, awkward wave towards the defender of Metropolis "How's it going?"
"Fine... so far" Claire said as she looked to see if the man had any visible weapons on his person "Who are you?"
"Spider-man" the man replied with a simple shrug.
"...Spider-man?" Claire said with a frown of confusion, she's never heard the name before.
"Well I was gonna go with Black Widow, but I didn't have enough black cloth to make my first suit and it'd sound silly to call myself Red and Blue Widow" Spider-man said as he rubbed the back of his head "Sooo what do I call you?"
"Superwoman..." Claire said with a raised brow.
"And here I thought the giant 'S' on your chest stood for Strong woman or something" the arachnid themed man said, causing Claire to snort as she took a step forward.
"Cute, now would you mind telling me what your doing h-" Claire began before a familiar voice interrupted her and drew the Woman of Steel and Spider-man's attention towards the figure at his feet.
"Mother fucker..." the woman moaned as she pushed herself up to her knees and rubbed her head.
It took only a millisecond for Claire to recognize the woman "Catwoman... long way from Gotham aren't you?"
"I personally think she should change her name. She doesn't land on her feet like a cat" Spider-man stated as he began to slowly back away from the now identified Catwoman "Sooo since you guys seem to have some sort of history I'm just gonna make like a tree and get out of here"
"It's leave" Catwoman aid with a snarl of disgust "It's make like a tree and leave. I fucking hate it when people say it dumb like you!"
"Sticks and stones cat lady, and words will forever hurt me" Spider-man said with slumped shoulders before he looked towards Claire and pointed towards Catwoman "She's mean!"
"So I'm told" Claire said before she turned to glare at the infamous Gothamite.
Great, now she had to call Bryce and have her come and pick up her ex slash partner slash rival slash whatever the hell it was they were now. Honestly, Claire's never seen a more dysfunctional, toxic and unhealthy relationship in her life. Well aside from the Joker and Harley's, but that was a nightmare she didn't want to touch with a hundred foot pole...
As several police officers approached Catwoman to cuff her, she suddenly dropped a small pebble sized ball on to the floor. Claire's eyes narrowed as it exploded into a cloud of smoke. she tried to look through it for signs of the jewel thief but found that it was filled with lead particles, making everything blurry and difficult to see. With a deep inhale, Claire blew out a gust of air that dispersed the cloud to see if she could find Selina before she bolted.
She didn't... but at least she didn't grab the bag.
"Darn it..." Claire huffed before she turned towards Spider-man "Well Spider-man, looks like you-..."
It seemed that Catwoman wasn't the only one to use the smokescreen to bail.
"Who the hell was that Superwoman?" one of the cops, John she believed his name was, asked as he adjusted his cap.
"I'm not sure..." Superwoman said as she used her X-ray vision and super hearing to try and locate the 'Spider-man' before she saw a red and blue blur swinging from some sort of thin rope a block away "Let me go find out"
Superwoman shot out into the sky and followed the red and blue man. He didn't get very far, Claire managed to catch up to him after he made it to the end of the block and tapped on his shoulder mid-swing.
"Hey there-!"
"I'm innocent I tell ya!" Spider-man shouted as he turned and shot a net of some sort of white substance at Claire.
'Well this isn't how I thought today would go. Having some man in a full body suit shooting white fluids at me. UGH, that just sounds all sorts of wrong!' Claire thought dryly as she flew around the odd net and watched as the man landed on the side of a building before he leaped off it and fell towards an alley below.
With a shake of her head, Claire followed the man down into the dimly lit alley to find him crouched on the rooftop of a old station wagon that's had it's ties gone for who knows how long. Claire watched as the man turned towards her and shot a web line at her chest, causing her to reach up and grab the line before it could touch her.
"So, what else can you do besides swing around like a wild man and shoot white sticky substances at young and impressionable ladies such as myself?" Claire asked with a smirk as she held the web line in her hand, idly thanking her Pa for suggesting she wear gloves as Superwoman.
Never know what your gonna touch, might as well be on the safe side, he said.
"Uhh this" Spider-man said before he yanked on the web.
Claire's eyes widened as she found herself being pulled down towards the ground and slammed into it. It didn't hurt, she's taken far worse and in all honesty she could've remained floating where she was, barely moving a centimeter if she was feeling generous to the man. But her surprise at seeing a man actually possess super strength distracted her and allowed the man to slam her into the grime covered ground.
'How'd he do that?' Claire thought as she sat up and brushed some rubble out of her hair and looked to see Spider-man was already sprinting up the side of the building 'Is it his suit? Magic maybe? Or is he an alien? Some kind of god?
There was no telling which of those could be true, if any of them, and Claire wasn't going to get any answers just sitting there. With a nod of determination, Claire shot up into the sky and suddenly appeared in front of Spider-man with a displeased look on her face and her arms folded across her chest. She was amused to see the man stumble for a moment and stare at her with those wide bug eyed lenses of his. She was tempted to try and take a peek of what he looked like under the mask before deciding against it, for now anyway.
Man wore a full face mask for a reason, and snooping tended to encourage snooping into her identity.
"Wow you are way faster than I thought" Spider-man said after a few moments before he held his hands up, which was a little creepy given that he was now standing perpendicular to the ground "If I surrender, promise not to hurt me? I bruise like a bananas"
"Tell me what you were doing with Catwoman and we're go from there" Claire said.
"Well it all started when I was at home eating some bacon. It was like ten in the evening so it was kinda weird but I was in a bacon kinda mood, you know?" Spider-man said before he continued his story "Okay so after a while I decided to go out and swing around the city, my city, not this one, and than I got a call-"
"How about we skip to me finding you in a jewelry store with a known jewel thief" Claire interrupted the man with a sigh "Were you helping her? Trying to steal the jewels before her or what?"
"I did steal them, from her, and was simply trying to put them back when that crazy lady attacked me and tackled me through a skylight" Spider-man revealed as he rubbed his back "And I think I landed on a display case of watches. Than you showed up and now we're here"
"Where are you from?" Claire asked as she hovered a little closer to the red and blue cladded man.
"New York" Spider-man replied simply.
"Which part?" Claire said with a unimpressed look on her face.
"New York City" Spider-man said with pride.
"So your saying that if I called a friend over there and asked about you, they'll confirm your from there?" Claire said in a tone that said she doubted him.
"Well... not this New York" Spider-man said cryptically, causing Claire to frown.
"Hey, what did you mean by- GAHHH!" she yelped as she found herself suddenly blinded by something covering her eyes.
It felt like... well it felt like walking through a lot of spider webs that were covered in dew, giving it that wet sticky feeling. It also had a weird smell that reminded Claire of a sharpie though the odor wasn't as strong. With a grumble Claire reached up and ripped the webbing off with a furious expression on her face before it turned to one of surprise as she saw that Spider-man was gone!
"Oh you've got to be kidding me..." Claire said as she looked around for a man sized spider crawling around before she noticed that there was a small piece of paper webbed to the building.
Curious, Claire reached down and tore the paper off the wall and looked at what was written on it.
The paper was old, and the writing was clearly hand written if a little faded from time. There was also a few spider drawings on the edges of the paper hanging from web lines and a chibi version of the man she just saw giving her a victory sign with six words underneath the image.
Courtesy of your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man!
Claire's eyes narrowed as they began to glow red and she burned the webbing in her hands.
Well Spider-man... the hunt was on.
...
And done.
Next chapter, In hindsight, Peter probably shouldn't have ran...