To Peter Parker, nothing gave off more of a free and amazing feeling than swinging through the New York air. Sighing happily, he stopped on a building's rooftop, when he noticed something peculiar. He could feel the heat of the sun on his back, yet it was right in front of him.
Wait.
Was that the sun?
"No, you're… who the hell?"
"Peter Parker." The voice echoed through the sky as a nearly blinding light accompanied a figure in a blue suit, wearing a gold cloak and a helmet. In the center of his suit was a golden circle that seemingly kept both sides of his cape connected. It was like God himself was talking to Peter. Wouldn't be the first time.
Taken aback by this weirdo knowing his name, Spider-Man stepped back. "Who in the-"
"I am Doctor Fate."
"No, I think you're God."
"Many have called me such. But I am not, I am a mere servant of order."
The Wall-Crawler scratched his head. "And you're here talking to me and not the literal Norse god of thunder why?"
"Because you are filled with willpower. If I told another hero what I am about to tell you, they'd… break."
"Oh, no."
"Worlds are colliding and it cannot be stopped, and that is why I am here." Fate said, rather bluntly.
"Oh, yeah. Great news, brilliant."
"I understand this might come as a shock, but I need your help." Fate stated flatly. Spider-Man was not convinced.
"What?! No you don't! You need Doctor Strange, talk to him!" he yelled.
Fate outstretched his hand as a radiant golden glow extended from it.
"I cannot allow you to leave." Fate sounded intimidating, with a hint of anger in his voice. His anger clearly grew when a web attached to his face as Spider-Man dragged himself up and drop kicked him into the floor.
"Bite me, chrome dome!" He said, getting into a fighting stance. Fate simply raised his body without moving a muscle, levitating above the ground.
"You will regret that."
Before Spider-Sense warned him, a golden chain construct wrapped around Peter's face and slammed him into the floor, causing a crater the width of his face. He was then lifted and tossed to the floor again as the construct vanished.
"Come quietly." Fate demanded.
"Ouch… yeah, probably smart…"