Summary: A deal is made with a far different devil. How will Rias deal with the fact her newest servant is the Amazing Spider-man? How will Peter Parker deal with being a Devil? How will the Three Factions deals with a sarcastic webslinger?

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man, Marvel Comics, High School DxD, Silmarillion, or anything else you recognize.

Warning: This will have eventual incredibly OP!Spider-man through a unique Sacred Gear

Note: I text I will be using Western Naming, in speech it will be Asian. Measurements and weights will be in imperial.

Adjustments part one.

"This is going to take some getting used to." Peter Parker finally said after examining himself in the mirror. He was naked, aside from the towel wrapped around his waist, so it was easy enough to see the changes in his body. "It's almost like taking a look back in time." Peter rubbed his chin and frowned at the lack of stubble. He hadn't needed to start shaving until he was twenty the first time around and it looked like that would be happening again. He had the exact same body shape he'd had when he was 16, just a year after gaining his powers. All of the scars he'd accumulated through the years had vanished. There wasn't one sign of any of the punctures, cuts, burns or tears he'd suffered. Though there was something concerning. On his chest was a new scar in the shape of his Spider-man insignia. As he ran his hand across the design he could actually feel that it was slightly raised and much smoother than the rest of his skin. "Puberty and High School were hell when I was a student; it's going to be worse as a Sensei."

"Sensei?" Rias Gremory was more than a little surprised by that. Given Peter's physique and the way her brother was going about how he was a formidable fighter, she'd had the impression he was one those types that eschewed education for training. "What subject?"

"Well, I have PhDs in Chemistry, Organic Chemistry, and Physics. I also have Masters in Engineering, Pharmacology, and Education with Bachelors in Electronics, Computer Science, and Journalism." Peter listed his degrees out. He was ever so thankful for online and distance courses. It allowed him to play a bit of catch up with the likes of Tony, Reed, Sue, Valeria, and both Hanks. "Sirzechs-san said something about Academy needing a good Chemistry Sensei as the last one got arrested for cooking meth."

"…Yes, she was." Rias took a moment to confirm what Peter said. She'd simply been shocked at what she heard. "I don't know if the Board will allow a sixteen year old to be a Sensei. My family has a great deal of influence with them, but it's not absolute and this might pushing it. A sixteen year old with that many degrees? They won't believe it."

"Probably not. Nobody ever believes Valeria-chan has several doctorates." Peter chuckled as he remembered how the youngest Richards child struggled to get respect despite being literally the smartest human ever. It was a struggle he had suffered as well. Too many people thought Spider-man was just a webslinging jokester."Well, I don't really want to attend High School again. I still have flashbacks to the wedgies, swirlies, and being put in lockers." As he spoke, Peter was squatting down over the suitcase that Sirzechs had allowed him to bring with him. Packed inside was his laptop, web shooters, utility belt, camera, two Spider-man uniforms, and three sets of civilian clothes. Lifting up his ESU Sweatshirt he frowned as he saw how baggy it would be. "Damn, the sweats will be alright, but my other clothes will look like hand me downs. That will make it worse."

"That won't be a problem. I'm taking you shopping in the morning." Rias said as she noticed how little Peter actually had for a wardrobe. After she proclaimed that she let out a long yawn. "As it is there is no reason to get dressed. After you eat something, you're coming to sleep with me so I can make sure nothing bad happened during your metamorphosis."

Peter almost opened his mouth to tell her he could make a webbing hammock, but was interrupted by his *Spider-Sense* telling him that was a horrible idea. He occasionally would ignore the warnings it gave, but this time it was practically on the same level as pissing off Natasha. That had been a painful lesson he didn't need to repeat. "And I don't need to get dressed why?"

"Oh, I need as much skin contact with you to successfully stabilize your devil energy." Rias explained. "It's a skill I learned recently. Otherwise I'd be dragging you to the Underworld to be tended by the Healers there like I had to for Kiba-kun and Gasper-chan."

"As long as there is a good reason, I can agree to that." Peter nodded. Part of him was screaming at him that this was cheating on MJ, but that was squashed by the memory that she literally sold him to this young woman. Their marriage had ended in that moment. 'Besides she's young, she'll insist on boxers for me and bikini at worst for herself.'

Peter was sitting on Rias's bed in just his Spider-Man theme boxers. Yes, there had been a ton of merchandising of Spider-man's image and all the profits went to charity. He was tinkering a bit with the gloves of his uniform, placing grommets in the back of the gloves for his organic webbing. For the stingers he just had to create a reinforced perimeter with the reinforced thread, unstable molecule fabric could self repair small rips. Years of having to repair his old uniform, Peter had become quite adept at sewing. He'd just finished with the second glove when he heard Rias turn off the shower. That gave him enough time to put everything away before she came back out.

"Alright, take them off." Rias ordered as she exited the bathroom in just her robe. "We need as much skin contact as possible and as cute as those boxers are, they are in the way." Even as she said this she was literally disrobing showing that all she was wearing was a sterling and gold spider web cuff bracelet on her left arm. Seeing Peter literally freeze up at seeing her naked, she couldn't help but want to tease him a bit. "Come on, it's not like you haven't seen a naked woman before."

"Uh… nope, definitely not the first time seeing a naked woman, but you're definitely one of the best looking ones I've seen at all, let alone naked." Peter managed to get his tongue working pretty quick. "But… shouldn't you be wearing panties at the least?"

"Nope, I don't sleep well unless I am naked." Rias shook her head as she climbed into the bed behind Peter. She didn't reply to his compliment other than blush a little bit. "Now just take those off and we can get a few hours sleep before the others arrive."

"Others?" Peter asked while in the middle of peeling off his boxers. It felt a little wrong to be sleeping naked in bed with another woman so soon. It had been three weeks since his unwilling divorce, not that it felt like that for him. In fact he'd only been conscious for about twenty hours of that time. Shoving the grief for the death of a relationship aside, Peter was concentrating more on learning more about the devil he was serving.

"Yes, I have other servants." Rias explained as she watched Peter strip. 'Now that is a tight butt, I just want to bite it.' As a devil she was very much in tune with her sins. Her primary sin had always been Pride with a generous amount of Wrath and Greed sprinkled in. This was actually the first time her Lust had risen up in earnest, which was surprising considering her Knight was what many women would consider insanely hot, not to mention charming. "You'll be meeting three of them tomorrow. Don't worry, we're like a family. Now lay down, you're going to be the little spoon."

"I am pretty sure I am just a tall as you are, Rias-sama." Peter tried to joke, but it fell a little flat even for him. Despite that he did as instructed. As soon as he was in position he felt Rias press herself into his back and wrap one arm around his waist. He wasn't a stranger to having breasts pressed into his back, so of course he noticed something right away. "Are you cold?"

"Nope, I am nice and toasty, Peter-kun." Rias said as she used a bit of magic to draw the covers over them. Letting out a short yawn, Rias settled in and started the ritual that stabilized Peter's Devil Power. "Goodnight, my cute little Pawn."

"Goodnight." Peter replied as he felt comfortable warmth spread through his body lulling him into slumber.

"Well if it isn't the Husband Seller." Felicia Hardy had never really liked Mary Jane. The reformed Cat Burglar was of the opinion that Peter Parker had married quite below himself. It wasn't an opinion many shared, but she held to it. She had just prayed that she was wrong, for Peter's sake. "I thought I made it clear that I don't wish to associate with you anymore."

Mary Jane took the barb without reply. She really couldn't argue with it. In all fairness she could have avoided the hate by not telling anyone. Sirzechs' Pawn had employed a spell that mimicked the effects of the Fidelius from the Harry Potter stories. Unless Mary Jane told the secret people wouldn't know Peter Parker was Spider-man. When the Superhuman Registration Act Civil War had fizzled out, Mary Jane had told all the people Peter considered family just what happened. There had been quite a bit of blame going around and it almost triggered a second Civil War, except cooler heads prevailed. One thing the entire Hero Community agreed on: Mary Jane was a step up from a Super-Criminal. She had indeed literally sold her husband for the return of her daughter. May was probably the only thing that kept certain people from killing her outright, not that MJ hadn't been given a few lumps by a few super-heroines. However for May's sake everyone treated her at least neutrally. Everyone except Felicia and Carol who treated her like the scum they thought her to be.

"I'm not here for me." MJ said softly. "May is beginning to show Spider-totem powers. I was hoping that you could help teach her everything she'll need to know. I already have Sue and Valeria helping her with science. Natasha and Shang Chi are teaching her how to fight. I need someone who can instill her with the lessons Peter would have. The ones he taught you. I also wouldn't object to you teaching all your skills as the Black Cat."

"Let me get this straight." Felicia glowered at the redhead. "You want me to help raise May? What's in it for me?"

"The chance of having Peter's baby." Mary Jane looked as if she had eaten a whole lemon. "He had some sperm frozen. Enough for a dozen in vitro attempts. I'm using one. I'm extending you the offer to use it one."

"That's not playing fair, Mary Plain." Felicia sighed heavily. She really wanted to tell the redhead to fuck off, but May was just too adorable and the payment was a close to her dream come true as could happen. "I'll think about it."

"That's all I can ask." MJ sighed. "Probably more than I can expect from Carol."

"No shit. You saw what she did to Osborn when he insulted Spider during their last confrontation. I wasn't aware that anybody but Sentry could rip a man in half."

'I love my life!' Issei internally crowed as he woke in bed with his girls for the third week in a row. The extremely petite Mittelt was sleeping atop of him as she usually did. The Gothic Lolita was his Little Princess and she called him Daddy. Yeah it was a little weird at first, but the way it made her eyes light up when he played along convinced Issei pretty quickly. On his left was the serious no nonsense Kalawarner, who might not have dressed the part, but acted like a maid. She cooked for him, cleaned for him, and kept his schedule and generally acted like a servant outside of the bedroom. In the bedroom she was a sex crazed girlfriend who could not get enough. Then there was the head of his harem on the right, Raynare who had a serious love for BDSM, with her being the one tied up and dominated. At least that was the way it started, Issei learned she was a bit of a Switch who liked dominating other women for Issei. Both Mittelt and Kalawarner submitted to her when she got in those moods even if it was not their cup of tea. 'I'm a Harem King.'

Of course his life was not as simple as all that. His insanely hot girlfriends were all Fallen Angels. That had freaked him out at first. How could he trust Angels who fell from Grace? They had explained why they fell. Mittelt had fallen out of excessive greed; she wanted more and more attention until it was more important than her Service to God. Kalawarner fell due to her Lust; she simply loved sex entirely too much. As for Raynare, it was Wrath, she fell because she avenged the death of her best friend. She had done so knowing she should just forgive the drunk driver. Those explanations had mollified him.

Of course his girlfriends admitted precisely why they noticed him. He was upset at first that it hadn't been his looks or kindness, even if the girls admitted they liked those aspects as well. No, what attracted his harem was the power he'd awoken when he broke up a gang rape attempt on school mate. Issei had a little bit of a hero complex buried deep in his perversity. When he'd witnessed a four guys carrying a struggling girl into a back alley he'd acted without thinking. In the heat of the fight, which he had been losing badly, he activated his Sacred Gear [Twice Critical]. It was a red gauntlet that allowed him to double his power in every way for a limited time each day. They had explained how his Sacred Gear was actually the sealed form of the more powerful Boosted Gear and they had every intention of helping him unlock it so he could help them fight the Devils.

Of course, nothing good came easy. Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt took training very seriously. He spent hours of every day improving his physical conditioning, training in what limited magic he could perform, and training in Karate and Kendo. He'd always kept himself in decent shape, but since working with the girls he was quickly becoming a beast. Though he would admit that was because they knew how to motivate him. The rewards for doing well were more sexy time.

"Mmmm, seems Daddy is awake." Mittelt rubbed the sleep from her eyes and she was woken by Issei's reaction to remembering the rewards. "Ready for more training?"

Waking up naked next to a gorgeous redhead was not exactly a new thing for Peter. Over the years it had lead to many happy mornings and a generally upbeat attitude. Unfortunately, remembering that the redhead was not his wife was a mood killer. Rias was surprisingly strong and reluctant to let go of him in her sleep, but Peter managed to slip free and make his way to the bathroom to relieve his bladder and then pull on a pair of boxers. After that he made his way to the kitchen the clubroom had. It hadn't taken him long to find the coffee maker and the coffee. Once that was started he noticed there was a teakettle as well, so he started that. That's when his stomach started growling loud enough to wake the dead.

"Peter-kun? Was that you?" Rias rose from bed looking better than most women did after their morning make-up routine. Without even bothering to cover up she made her way to the bathroom right past Peter as if daring him to look. "Thank you for starting coffee. I'll have breakfast ready in just a bit. I hope you don't mind Omurice, it's all I have the ingredients for after the way you chowed through everything last night."

"In my defense I hadn't eaten in three weeks." Peter had the decency to be embarrassed even as he made his excuse.

While Rias was taking care of business, he retrieved the webshooters he'd packed. They were a new design based off the ones Ben Reilly had used as Scarlet Spider and he hadn't quite made all the final adjustments yet. Of course he did half his best work while hanging upside down so when Rias came out of the bathroom she saw her new pawn literally squatting on the ceiling, hanging upside down as he tinkered with the webshooters.

"What are you doing?" Rias asked after she tried to puzzle things out. She got that he was working on some type of wrist mounted weapon, but she really could understand why or even how he was on the ceiling, especially as gravity was obviously affecting him normally.

"Well, making final adjustments on my new Webshooters." Peter said nonchalantly as he used the StarkTech Nanotech Multitool to tweak the fit for his slightly smaller arm. "I have to adjust the fit given my arm was just a bit bigger a few weeks ago. Luckily the uniform will adjust itself or I'd need a sewing machine." Taking aim at his utility belt, he fired off a webline scoring a direct hit and with a yank the belt was in hand. "Good, I was afraid the aim would be off. Later I'll have to practice with the natural webbing."

"Okay, you can explain the webbing later. How are you on the ceiling like that?" Rias could tell the discussion about the webbing would be full of technical details, so she was going to try to ask the simpler questions first. As she was waiting for the explanation she went to her dresser so she could throw on a few clothes.

"Oh, that? I possess the ability to mentally control the flux of interatomic attraction between molecular boundary layers. This overcomes the outer electron shell's normal behavior of mutual repulsion with other outer electron shells and permits the tremendous potential for electron attraction to prevail. This only works on my epidermis." Peter explained. "I've had to design a uniform that allows the attraction to function through the fabric. As for being able to hang upside down for extended periods, my cardiovascular system allows me to stay in nearly any orientation without issues regarding blood flow. My sense of equilibrium is also enhanced in that I can instantly find perfect balance no matter the situation."

Rias had just finished pulling on a simple red and white striped t-shirt after pulling on a thong as Peter finished his explanation. "So you can cling to any surface, even frictionless ones, and you could walk on a tight rope blindfolded while juggling bowling balls?"

"It would take juggling motor cycles to make that one challenging." Peter grinned as he dropped down from the ceiling. He'd finished loading his web-shooters and figured six cartridges for each was likely more than he needed in a day. Seeing Rias getting dressed reminded him that he was just in his boxers, so he grabbed his sweats and pulled them on. Since sweats were supposed to be baggy it wouldn't matter too much. Picking up his wallet he looked through the contents, given he was in a different universe the credit cards were useless, and he had about two hundred dollars. "Damn, looks like I'll have to find a resale shop until I can get a paycheck."

A mostly dressed Rias was scrambling eggs for making the Omurice when she heard that. "Today's shopping trip is on me, Peter-kun. You are my servant and it would be remiss of me not to provide you with the basics."

"I'm going to end up being a dress up doll for you, aren't I?"

Koneko Toujou was in a grand mood. In fact her mood was so good that she had a hint of a smile on her face. Those that knew her understood how happy she had to be to show even that much. Today was the day that she would get to meet Peter Parker. She wasn't quite sure why she was so excited about that, only that she was. Something about the way that he smelled and felt just resonated with part of her. It took her a few days to realize what the Nekoshou part of her wanted from Peter. She wanted to play with him and not like a cat does with prey. Peter was someone to test herself against. Someone who could help her grow. She could feel it in the depth of her soul. She just wished she knew why she knew that. Not that she would let that mystery ruin things.

Opening the door to the clubroom, Koneko was almost overwhelmed with Peter's scent. While he'd been in the cocoon it had been muted, but noticeable. Now it practically assaulted her, not that she was complaining. Aside from the scent anyone would expect from a human male, he smelled of chocolate, spiders, and faint hint of silk. Koneko did not find it disagreeable at all like she did most colognes and aftershaves. For a brief moment Koneko wondered if the stronger scent meant Peter was ready to hatch. Then she caught sight of the young man sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of coffee.

"That is not a thirty six year old, Buchou." Koneko stated, a slight bit of disappointment in her impassive voice.

"Well, we aren't sure what caused this, but it could be why he was in the cocoon for three weeks." Rias was sitting behind her desk finishing up her report to send to her brother. She had to include a priority notice about Peter's change in apparent age. "Why don't you introduce yourselves while I finish up? Akeno will be meeting us at the shrine and Kiba had a last minute summons."

"Fine." Koneko nodded before bowing to Peter. "I am Toujou Koneko, I am in your care."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Toujou-san." Peter replied with a smile as he bowed just as deeply as Koneko had. He was again grateful for the knowledge of Japanese Culture that Betsy had put in his head. "I am Parker Peter, and I am in your care."

Koneko grimaced ever so slightly when Peter used her surname. There were some people she would prefer used that name, mostly the Perverted Trio, but she did not like the sound of such impersonal address among the peerage. "Call me Koneko." She said as she took her seat on the couch so she could look directly at Peter.

"Only if you call me Peter, Koneko-san." Peter smiled to the younger girl. 'She's a lot like Laura. I really hope it isn't for the same reasons.' Tucking that thought away Peter decided to make small talk. "So a First year that would make you fifteen, right?"

"Yep." Koneko nodded as she opened the cookie tin on the table and frowned. "Half of them are gone."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Peter scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I was just so hungry."*Spider Sense* Peter sprang out of his seat and was now on the ceiling. Which was a very good night as the lid from the cookie tin was flung with such force it tipped the couch over. "Holy Mary Mother of God! YEEEAAARGH!" Peter gripped his head in agony. "What the hell?"

"Don't eat my cookies, Peter-san." Koneko said with only a small bit of venom in her voice. "Next time I'll throw you."

"Duly noted." Peter muttered as he dropped down from the ceiling landing in such as way that he flipped the couch back on it's feet. "How did you make my head hurt like that?"

"Didn't." Koneko replied evenly as she started eating one of her chocolate chip cookies. "You did."

"She means that when a Devil Prays or calls out to God, they suffer great pain. The same is true if someone devote prays near us, blesses us, or even reads scripture aloud." Rias explained as she came around her desk and sat on the edge. "Holy items dedicated to the God of the Bible will also cause damage to a devil. So you'll have to be wary of them as well. Were you religious before?"

"Uh… yeah, Aunt May and Uncle Ben took me to church every Sunday. Despite fighting alongside and against other Gods, I never questioned my faith." Peter sighed. "I wonder of that is just a thing of this Universe. Mephisto-san was quite fond of quoting scripture."

"Oh, we can read a Bible silently, and even recite scripture from memory without much damage. Kind of like an itch you can't scratch." Rias explained. "I actually studied it when I was feeling a little rebellious."

"Longer you're a devil, less hearing it hurts." Koneko offered up. "Doesn't help with praying or holy stuff, though."

"Okay. Moving on to less depressing subjects… you have super-strength." Peter pointed to Koneko as he addressed her display of prowess. "You're definitely more than a class forty five. I'm in that league and I don't think I could throw a cookie tin lid with that much power with so little effort."

"Class forty five?" Rias and Koneko both frowned in confusion at the same strange term.

"Super-humans abilities are not extremely common in my world, but quite a few scientists are involved with them, not to mention government agencies. You don't really think someone would come up with a rating system, do you?" Peter shook his head in slight amusement. "You probably have something similar, but call it something different. A class forty five is the ability to press twenty five tons with a moderate amount of effort. Like the average human being able to press one hundred pounds, that's class four."

"I don't know." Koneko said evenly as she continued eating. She was fairly impressed with Peter's strength, it wasn't more than her, but it was far more than would be expected of any Pawn. "Haven't struggled with lifting anything since I was made a Rook."

"A Rook piece grants immense strength and defense." Rias explained when she saw Peter's eyebrow arch. "Knights grant incredible speed and reflexes. Bishops grant a massive increase boost magical power and reserves. The Queen has all the advantages of the Knight, Rook, and Bishop. Of course the end result depends on person's natural abilities."

"That's quite interesting. Let me guess in certain in situations the Pawn can be promoted for a while." Peter observed. "What about the King?"

"As far as I know there was never a King Piece, when you are given a set of Evil Pieces they are bonded to you giving you the same boosts as a Queen piece, plus a few perks." Rias was a little impressed by Peter's extrapolation. Far too many people didn't make the connections until it was spelled out for them. "Do you play chess?"

"Hank-san occasionally talked me into playing a game or two no matter how badly I get my butt kicked." Peter chuckled softly. "Would you be adverse to actually testing how strong you are? You never know when that knowledge could be helpful."

"Sure, no probs. Should test yourself too." Koneko said after a moment. "Might have got an upgrade."

"That is not a bad idea, while the effects of Evil Pieces aren't exactly cumulative, eight pawns had to have some effect." Rias nodded in agreement as she stood up. "That will have to wait for later. We have to get Peter-kun clothing, he has nothing that fits except the uniform he keeps mentioning."

"Ara ara, Buchou didn't tell me you where such a handsome man. Perhaps she was attempting to keep you all to herself. How selfish of her." Akeno was in full Yamato Nadeshiko mode as she met everyone at the head of the stairs to the shrine. Even then she was incredibly flirtatious as she addressed Peter. She had just been descending the final steps from the shrine as the trio of Rias, Koneko, and Peter had been approaching. "If had known that such a handsome Kouhai was in the cocoon I would have helped Koneko-chan break into it. Fufufufu."

"Would have been nice." Koneko said simply. "Buchou got to see him naked without us."

Rias shot a sidelong glance to Koneko. 'She's never been playful in this way before. What is it about Peter that draws that out of her?'

"It's not like it was by choice the first time." Peter argued. "The cocoon dissolved my clothes for some reason."

"Is that so?" Akeno inquired and when she saw the blush on Rias's cheeks she just smiled. "Well then, we will just have to even the score. It's not fair that Buchou gets to have all the fun."

"Would you two, please stop talking about Peter-san like he is some toy." Rias playfully scolded her Queen and Rook. She was clearly more amused than upset. Playful flirting was Akeno's specialty, despite the fact she had an extremely low opinion of men in general. Koneko rarely showed much emotion at all, even when she enjoyed something. She saw no harm in what they were doing except it was delaying the shopping. "You really should introduce yourself before you attempt to seduce him. We still have a lot of shopping to do."

Peter almost went to protest the :a lot: part, but remembered he could technically just be ordered to do it. He'd also learned a valuable lesson from the times that he was dragged along on shopping trips: cooperate and it goes faster. Choosing discretion over sarcasm he bowed formally to Akeno. "I am Parker Peter, Pawn of Gremory Rias, I am in your care."

"Ara ara. Ruggedly handsome and polite, you are a treasure."Akeno giggled for a moment before she bowed back. "I am Himejima Akeno, Queen of Gremory Rias, please take care of me, Peter-san."

'This is almost as bad as agreeing to go shopping with Jessica, Carol, Wanda, and Janet.' Peter could not help making the observation. He was dragged from shop to shop and made to model scores of outfits. Rias tended to like dressing him up professional clothing, mostly suits and tie. Akeno talked them into getting him fitted kimono and yukata. Koneko picked liked him in skin tight t-shirt, jeans, and a hoodie. One thing he did notice was there was not one piece of Spider-man merchandising. He didn't like to brag, but he was almost equal to Captain America when came to products with his likeness on them. Cap never had much popularity in Japan, but Spider-Man and the X-men were actually quite the hit there. He saw almost everyone else he knew, but no Spider-man.

"Is Spider-Man not popular in Japan or something?" Peter finally asked as they were sitting down to lunch at Ichirans. The four of them had taken down the dividers so they could talk at the ramen bar. "I mean I haven't seen anything with his likeness at all. I mean Sirzech told me he was bringing me to different universe and I thought I wouldn't see any of the Superheroes of my world, but there I saw that Wolverine shirt and all the other stuff…"

"Spider-Man?" Rias had to admit she was curious. She was a serious Japanophile and an otaku, but through Manga she had discovered a love of all superhero comics. "I don't think I've ever heard of him."

"Me either." Koneko said after devouring her second bowl of Tori-Paitan ramen with extra roast chicken slices.

"Swings around New York with webbing? Red and Blue suit? Member of Avengers and Fantastic Four?" Peter prompted but saw all of them shaking their heads. "What are the odds I'd land in the world that has them, but not Spider-man?"

"Missing out on your favorite comic book? That's rough. I'd hate if Gundam just suddenly stopped existing." Rias gave a faux dramatic shudder at that before turning to her own bowl of Wakayama ramen. "Kiba-kun would be devastated if he couldn't get any more Superman comics."

"Comic books?" Peter arched an eyebrow.