"Halt!"

We paused in our trek through the jungles that adorned the Wakandan border, and moments later, Dora Milaje stepped from foliage and into the clearing, pointing their spears at our heads and chests.

"I thought you said we wouldn't be harmed!" Anne whisper-yelled at me.

"Well, he didn't say they wouldn't point their very dangerous weapons at us." Miles casually said.

"Enough." I said, stopping our banter before the Dora Milaje felt they needed to attack. I cleared my throat, and spoke in clear Wakandan. "I need to talk with the current Black Panther. It's imperative that you take me to his council immediately." Then I made a show of observing my surroundings, then pausing at my five o'clock. "Though, it seems I am already in his presence."

The Black Panther walked out of the foliage, and I saluted respectfully, as did the Dora Milaje.

"Outsider." He said to me in a neutral tone, his English heavily accented.

"King T'Chanda." I responded in Wakandan, in a perfectly pronounced manner.

He stared my lenses down, and I stared right back, unblinking, when after a minute he turned around and signalled to the Dora Milaje. "Follow me."

We followed him, and thirty minutes later we arrived at a village.

At the opposite side of the village, there was a car resembling a limousine surrounded by smaller cars that could almost pass as motorcycles.

We entered the limo, and took our own seats. I sat across T'Chanda, and he nodded at me.

"Well?" He challenged. "I have not exiled anyone from Wakanda, nor had my father or my grandfather before him, so I believe you are the descendant of someone exiled before. Who are you?"

I smirked, and took my mask off. "I have no relations to any of Wakanda's past." I showed the inside of my lower lip for emphasis. "I just need some help."

"Who exactly are you?" T'Chanda repeated.

"Apologies." I said. "They call me Peter. Peter Parker."

"Peter Parker?" He asked, with a surprising amount of recognition in his voice. "You look nothing like Peter, whoever you are."

That had me pausing for a moment, but I didn't show it. "There's another Peter Parker?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"Drop the guise, whoever you are." T'Chanda said, looking at me harshly. "I sincerely hope for your own well-being that you haven't done anything to Peter."

"You have the weirdest luck, Pete." Miles said.

"Don't I know it." I muttered. "Look, your Highness, I did not know that my grandfather had anything to do with Wakanda."

"Peter does not have any children, let alone grandchildren." T'Chanda said, baring his claws. "Start talking, before I make you."

"Oh geez, I don't know, Panther." I said. "How does an outsider with no known ascendants of Wakandan origin have the ability to come into Wakanda undetected, with a familiarity to your traditions, and have tech the likes of which, not even you have, and claims to be the grandchild of one you apparently know?"

"Time travel is not real." T'Chanda said, and he made a swipe at me with his claws.

I let his claws scratch at my chest, and instead of affecting me, his claws broke.

"They said the same thing about magic," I said, "but Yemandi's Crown proves the opposite, doesn't it?"

He looked at me in surprise, not understanding how I was immune to vibranium, and how I knew about the crown.

"I believe you are finally listening to me." I said. "Now that all parties are partial to discussion, let's discuss."

"So you've come back to the past to defeat an enemy of yours who wishes to kill people needlessly, and need allies to defeat him, but at the same time you will not save the world from a war which will needlessly take lives beyond counting, many of them innocent." T'Chanda summarized, sitting on his throne with two Dora Milaje standing on his sides. "Am I misunderstanding?"

"Oh no, you've got it right." I said, smiling in a way that showed my fangs. "But I don't see you doing anything about that last half either, your Highness, and as such, I think your point falls to moot."

"What can I offer that you do not already have?" T'Chanda asked, knowing better than to argue with me over morals.

"You're the Black Panther." I said, my tone suggesting it was obvious. "You would serve as just another nuisance, another thing giving him pain. Although in the long run you have no major role, you will serve as a distraction. Also, he is way more of a theatric than Mysterio, and that's saying something. You're going to be my surprise helper. You'll be slinking along the back of the curtains, and being that last minute hero."

"You wish to make Wakanda your Black Ops squad?" T'Chanda said heatedly.

"I don't see a problem with that." I said. "We're facing someone way stronger than us. We have to take advantage of every win we have."

"What do I get in return?" He asked.

I made a point of looking around us. "You are decades ahead of the rest of the world. What could you need?"

"Information." T'Chanda said.

"Ooh, I'm sorry, I can't do that." I said. "I can't be spilling like that. However, as a boon from myself, I can advance your technology a century ahead. Will that be alright with you?"

"Knowledge is power." T'Chanda said. "But that will suffice."

"Till next time then." I said, and teleported the three of us out of there, leaving only a pager and some tech in our place.

We landed in the Hive, and I smiled. "Well, at least we got that done, huh?"

"Why didn't you just teleport us there?" Anne asked.

"One is because of theatrics, two is because now it's a sign of trust and respect, that even though I could have just appeared out of nowhere, I took my time walking into his abode. Three is because I want him to be on the watch. He doesn't even know me. In fact from now on, he will probably have both me and Gobby on his watchlist. He knows that I wouldn't have gone to him unless I needed to get something from him or if I was actually desperate for help, and the idea of someone as strong as me needing help will just continue to put him on his toes."

"Hey Peter, why aren't we going to the Inhumans?" Miles asked.

I spun around to face him. "Now, why the fuck didn't I think about that before?"

"'Cuz you're a dumbass." Miles asked. "Now that I realize that you forgot this, I've got to see if you forgot anyone else. Did you forget Symkaria? Eternals? Mystics? K'un Lun? Ravagers? Gamora? Shi'ar? Kree? Skrulls? Transylvania? Attuma? Latveria? Blade?"

"Can't do Symkaria." I said shortly. "Long story. I didn't forget about the Eternals. It's just going to be complicated. I think that I will just ask for the help of Druig and Ajak, and ignore the rest. Mystics, I feel that I shouldn't bother them, but should I absolutely have to, if even with all the allies I gather, I will. Ravagers, they haven't really gotten good enough yet. Gamora, she's not ready to rebel against her father yet, even if she is already the great assassin she is. Shi'ar, they are not dependable. This world is a mine of resources that they haven't harvested yet, and I have no intention to bring them here before the Age of Supers. Same with the Kree. I suppose I can check if Mar-Vell is already around, but if he isn't around then I will not do anything. Skrulls, we have no idea whether they're good ones or bad ones. My time as an Observer made me think that they were more neutral, if they feel the need to attack this planet they will, but until then they won't touch us. So I've been going back and forth about them. Not sure, we'll see. Transylvania, I have no idea how the fuck I even forgot about them. Like, I know Dracula was essential to defeating Red Skull. But whatever. Yeah, I'll see about him. Attuma just went through all that BS with the Black Tide. He's not ready for all this, especially with me just being another king, and add the fact that we're outsiders. Latveria isn't that impressive yet, it's Doom that'll bring it to its glory. Uhh, Blade won't be happy working with Drac when it works out on that end, but he probably will under the circumstances. I just have to make sure we're closer to the fight day before we get to him. Yeah, those are all the names you mentioned."

"Explain, please." Anne said. "Who are these names?"

"Oh, my bad." I said. "Symkaria is an Eastern European country- why is it always the Eastern European countries? Sokovia, Latveria, Symkaria, Balya, what did we ever do to them? Whatever. So Symkaria is an Eastern European country which houses weaponry about a generation ahead of the rest of the world. Keep in mind this doesn't even change with the advent of the crazy smart people like Howard, Tony, and Arno Stark, Reed Richards, Valeria was able to beat their tech in most universes, and the list goes on. Anyways, so yeah. They have good tech compared to the rest of the world. Also, they have skilled people in their army. Then the Eternals are-"

"Hey hey hey, wait up." Miles interjected. "You're forgetting something about Symkaria. You and one of their royals are romantically involved."

"Not true, and that doesn't help in this briefing. I'm trying to give Anne information that can be helpful, not things you want to share over tea." I stuck my tongue at Miles, and faced Anne. "Anyways, the Eternals are really powerful people. Remember how we talked to you about Celestials? These are basically their love children. Genetic experiments of what is basically human perfection, and given a purpose. Practically robots. Mystics, well they're Masters of the Mystic Arts. -"

"You mean they're magicians." Anne said with a smirk.

I ignored her. "Next up is K'un Lun. It's this tiny city with this really strong dude. K'un Lun is filled with Mystics, Dragons, men from centuries ago that have the bodies of men in their prime, amulets infused with powers and spirits, and martial arts. They're one of the seven cities of Heaven. Am I missing anything, Miles?"

"Nah, that's about it." He responded.

"Alright, next up, Ravagers. Miles, care to take the podium?"

"No problem." He said, showing slight surprise in his face. "The Ravagers are a group of bounty hunters. They're good at their job, and for the most part, they do have a conscience. Everyone knows about the Ravagers out there."

"Yup." I confirmed. "Next up, Gamora. She's one of the last of the Zen-Whoberis, a tough green-skinned alien species. When she was a child, her planet was attacked by Thanos, the Mad Titan, and her mother and 50% of the population, plus any who fought against Thanos were all murdered. During the fight, she went up to Thanos, although she was a kid, and stared him down. Impressed by this, Thanos adopted her, and trained her how to fight. Eventually, she and her sister (they're both adopted) broke from Thanos' ranks. She's one of the deadliest assassins in the universe, if not the deadliest. Miles, Shi'ar?"

"Alright. So the Shi'ar are one out of several major empires in the universe. They have an empire that spans over a million planets, and have advanced tech. They have a grudge against this thing called the Phoenix, because a long time ago the Phoenix laid waste to their empire for many reasons. Phoenix also has this attraction to taking humans as hosts, so it's basically a war between Earth and Shi'ar. But see, the thing is, they haven't found a reason to attack Earth yet, and they won't have it anytime soon."

"And having them come here is a gamble no one wants to bet." I said. "The Kree are another empire, they have an obsession with technology, power, and they're the reason Inhumans are a thing. They always get into war with the Skrull empire, which Miles will expound upon shortly."

"The Skrull are a race with shapeshifting abilities, and that's basically it about them. No need to go into their needless history."

"Correct." I said. "Now, Transylvania is, well… It's Transylvania." I shrugged. "You know, like the place where vampires live, and where Dracula is the Count and leader?"

"Dracula is real?" Anne asked. "Yeah, just keep on dropping these bombs that make me wonder what's real and what's fake."

"Just consider everything real unless proven unreal." I smirked. "Keep in mind, there is a very large difference between unreal and unrealistic."

"Why do you always say 'keep in mind?'" Anne suddenly said.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you always say 'keep in mind.'" She made a mock serious face. "'Keep in mind, there are strong people out there.' 'Keep in mind, mine and Miles' powers have practically no physical limits.' 'Keep in mind, we will have to kill people.'"

"I know why he says it." Miles said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "I'll leave it to him to explain though."

And with that, he just turned around and walked out of the room, leaving me to my doom.

"Well?" Anne challenged, putting her hands on her hips. "Care to explain?"

I sighed deeply, and instinctively crawled around with my spider legs as I explained. "It's just a tick. It's like… something I just say. When I'm trying to… ugh. I dunno how to explain."

Death appeared with her usual gusto, smiling at us. "It's his way of subconsciously showing affection." She said. "The closer you get to him, the more frequently he will clarify smaller, almost obvious points that he thinks you might've missed. Don't you see how he does it with all of us?"

Anne didn't say anything for a moment, processing what Death said. Then she slugged me in the shoulder. "At least this means that you'll actually visit instead of just blank promises." Then she just walked away.

I absentmindedly rubbed the area which she punched. "She's strong for a mutant." I commented, staring at nothing.

"You know, why isn't Cyclops dead?" Miles asked, watching me from the doorway. I looked at him confusedly.

"When did you come back, and what does that have to do with anything?" I asked. "Besides, he hasn't even been born yet."

"No, I mean in the main continuity." Miles said. "His powers are beams of concussive force. Why isn't he dead every time Juggernaut swatted him, or something? I never really left though, I just made a show of that."

"It's part of being a mutant." I said. "Their bodies are always a little more developed than the human body. Not super soldier levels, but higher than a normal human can achieve."

"So who's stronger normally, Mutants or Inhumans?"

I scoffed. "Barring the strong ones, like Wolverine, Colossus, and Juggernaut, it's all for the Inhumans. Their power sets are even more potent than the mutants."

Miles hummed thoughtfully. "So if the Mutants Vs. Inhumans war went indefinitely without any outside help, the Inhumans would win through brute overpowering."

"Not necessarily." I said. "With the Inhumans, they have generally higher power sets, and their army is more organized. But with the Mutants, they have generally lower power sets, but when they get a good power set, it has the potential to usurp the power set of a typical Inhuman."

Miles nodded. "So for example, the Inhumans have Medusa, Crystal, Blackbolt, Karnak, Gargan, Inferno, Ghost, and others. The powers they have are significantly stronger than most mutants, and even if there are mutants with similar power sets, they aren't as potent. Like Kitty Pryde, she has the same powers as Ghost. But if they fought, Ghost would win. Because Ghost is not only able to 'ghost' himself, he's able to do it to things around him as well. He's also able to make himself invisible, so there's that. Or Inferno, if he ever fights Firestar. Angelica might be able to control fire admirably, but not to the extent that Inferno or even Crystal can. Not to mention, Inferno can make himself the magma armor. But then there's also the Omega level mutants, or some of them. Like Juggernaut. An Inhuman with a similar power set would be Gargan. But compared to Juggernaut, Gargan is nothing. But if Gargan goes against Colossus, Gargan is winning, no sweat. Am I right?"

Miles looked at me questioningly. "On spot." I said, confirming his theory. "Also, look at who many consider the strongest psychic in the world. Xavier. Now, compared to me, he's got nothing, but I'm magic, enhanced, powerful friends, all that jazz. But if he is compared to Maximus, then he's still nothing. Maximus could control a small army without a sweat, if I remember correctly. But if Charles wanted to accomplish something of that extent, he would need Cerebro."

"Can the Phoenix go to an Inhuman though?" Miles asked, making a pocket sized portal to another universe and pulling out a… Coke?

"I'm just going to ignore the fact that you stole a Coke from another universe." I said. "Actually, it depends." I looked at Death. "This is really complicated, ain't it Reaper? How do I explain it?"

"Just say it as it is." Death said. "She's our favorite threesome partner."

Miles spit his drink at that, and started coughing. I gave Death a stink eye, and patted Miles back.

"Calm down kid." I said, patting his back vigorously. "It's not exactly how Reaper described it. I'm the Avatar of Life in this universe, and a major Totem of the Web of Life, adorned with several titles regarding Life. On the flip side, Reaper is Avatar of Death, and could possibly be connected to the Web of Chaos and Death as a minor totem in this universe. What can I say, opposites attract." I kissed Death on the forehead, then returned to telling my story. "And Phoenix is the Avatar of Rebirth. Which is basically Life and Death wrapped up together. So when we came within the known universe, she kinda trailed along, . Earth was basically just forming, and I wanted to see it as if I was on the Watchtower, watching it all from there or something. Threw a rock, tapped it a couple times to give it a few craters, and the end product was the Moon. Out there in Asgard and beyond,-"

"Hold up!" Miles said, cutting me off. "You're the reason we have a Moon in this universe!?"

"He just explained that part." Death said, amused.

"Please tell me you did something so it can actually turn into a Death Star." Miles pleaded.

"Now that sounds like something I'd like." Death said, intrigued. "Did you make me a present on that precious rock of yours? No wonder I could feel all those strong ores and magics there. I thought it was just a toy of yours."

"Well… I did base it off some movies from back home." I said sheepishly.

"YES!" Miles shouted exuberantly, throwing a fist in the air. "Hey wait, is this like some sort of butterfly effect? You use the Death Star and also display telekinesis and telepathy which George Lucas of this universe sees which leads to him creating the movies?"

"... possible." I said. "I never really looked into his inspiration for the movies, as I thought it was simply his imagination, same as our George Lucas."

"I knew it was a good idea to design lightsabers!" Miles said, telekinetically- I'm sorry, using the Force- to pull a cylinder to himself while throwing a cylinder at me, and activated it, revealing a bright blue humming light. "Of course I know him, he's me."

"Oh no." I said, realizing who he wanted me to be, and activated my lightsaber, which turned out to be crimson red. I manipulated the atoms around me, giving me an armour like Darth Vader's.

Miles opened a portal on the ceiling, and Tarts fell out of it, and looked at us in confusion, wondering why I was in black armor and Miles looked like an old man with a hooded robe.

"Say the line!" Miles exclaimed, and I groaned.

"Tarts, I am your father." I said in between clenched teeth.

"...ok?" Tarts said, confused.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT IF WE ARE THE REASON FOR THE MANDELA EFFECT!" Miles shouted, and I wanted to fuck being a hardcore fan right then and there and stop this semi skit, semi important theory.

Somehow, I know that my forced decision to let Miles stay would bite my ass within the next few days.

So sorry for taking so long. Don't worry though guys, my updates should become more frequent from now, and especially during the summer.

As for some points about the chapter, I did some worldbuilding. And don't worry, the Star Wars Universe isn't actually joining the universe, the fight and everything will supposedly simply be what inspires the George Lucas of this universe to film the original trilogy.

Also, Fiftieth Chapter! It's been an awesome run so far, y'all!