"Uh, D-Dr. Strange?" said Peter, his-or rather, Felicia's voice- squeaking in terror. "W-what's this about?"
"You stole a sacred scroll from the Sanctum Santorum!" said Strange. "I've been looking for you all day, now where is it!? These scrolls, the magic spells they hide, they are dangerous in the wrong hands!"
"Wait, did you say scroll?" said Peter. "What, you-you gotta understand, I'm not really Felicia!"
Strange raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"That scroll you're looking for, I know where it is! The real Felicia Hardy used it to switch bodies with me! I'm in her body and she's in mine!"
"What?" said Strange.
"You have to believe us, Dr. Strange," said Mary-Jane, causing Strange to look down at her. "I mean, you must know what was on that scroll, right?"
"Actually, I do not," said Strange, before he looked at Peter. "But, if what you say is true... what's your real name?"
"P-Peter Parker, sir," said Peter.
Looking down at Mary-Jane, Strange said, "You, what does he really look like?"
Mary-Jane looked confused, but pulled out her phone and showed Strange a picture she took of Peter. Strange studied what Peter really looked like before looking back at Peter. "Okay, kid, I need to subject you to a little test."
"Test? What kind of- WHHAAAAA!" Peter screamed. He felt a repeat of that sensation he felt when he and Felicia first swapped bodies, but this time, he felt like he was just continuing to float up. As he opened his eyes, he looked over himself, and was stunned to see that he was back to normal! He was himself again? But he was wearing some more casual clothes rather than his suit. Actually, he looked kind of... see-through. Then, he was shocked to see Felicia's body, laying on the ground, crumbled in a heap! But beside her, it was Strange, crumbled up as well! Then, he looked in front of himself, and saw Strange floating in front of him, see-through as well.
"What? Wh-What's happening!?" Peter said, too afraid to be glad to be speaking in his own voice again.
"Relax," said Strange. "Astral projection. I freed our spirits from our bodies. Now I can see your true self." He floated over to Peter and examined him, before saying, "Yeah, it's a match. Looks like you're telling the truth."
Suddenly, Peter felt like he was thrusted back down to earth, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw he was back in Felicia's body, and Strange was hovering over him and Mary-Jane.
"Where is she? The real Felicia Hardy?" said Strange.
"Uh, she's going to a museum to steal something that once belonged to her father! This museum that was once part of Wilson Fisk's operation!" said Mary-Jane.
"Fisk, hmm?" said Strange. "Yes, I see."
"Say, uh, Doctor?" said Mary-Jane. "If you don't mind me asking, who are you?"
Strange was silent for a second before saying, "I can't tell you everything you want to know. But I will tell you that I am a sorcerer. And I come from a band of many sorcerers who use magic to protect people. And Hardy has stolen a scroll with some dangerous spells on it, and I must get it back!"
"So, you're really magical and stuff?" said Peter. "Please, you gotta help us! Can you maybe conjure up some spell that'll switch me and Felicia back?"
"...I can't," said Strange. "I never learned that spell."
"What? How can you not know the spell?" said Mary-Jane. "What was that spell anyway?"
"Something like what I just did," said Strange. "It takes astral projection, and takes it to the next level. It's a spell that can extract one's spirit from their body. But it then plants the spirit into a new physical body. This Felicia girl, she used that spell to extract both your spirits from your bodies, before sticking them into each other's bodies."
"Seriously?" said Peter. "Dr. Strange, please, you gotta help us! If we can help you find and catch Felicia, can you use the scroll to switch us back?"
"Well, I suppose," said Strange. "If I can get that scroll back, I can swap you two back to normal. And don't worry..." Strange floated down to ground level as his hands began glowing. "Hardy will learn to not mess with a sorcerer."
Miles was sitting on the roof of the museum, just waiting for Felicia to arrive. The good news he was able to talk to all the museum guards, and they agreed to summon as much security as possible to try to guard the exhibit. The treasure was actually hidden inside one of the exhibits within the archaeology hall, but most of the guards honestly did not know where it was hidden. Still, Miles was prepared to fight Felicia the moment she arrived.
Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate. Taking it out, he saw that Mary-Jane was asking for Facetime. He tapped the screen, and Mary-Jane's face appeared on it.
"What is it? Did you guys find Felicia?" Miles asked.
"Uh, in a way..." Mary-Jane said. "See, Miles, there's a huge bombshell we got to drop on you, and it isn't right to drop it on you over the phone."
"What are you talking about?" said Miles.
Sucking in her breath, Mary-Jane turned her phone, and Miles was shocked to see Felicia Hardy standing next to her.
"What? Felicia? What happened?"
"Um, I'm not Felicia, Miles," said "Felicia". "I'm Peter."
Miles obviously raised an eyebrow and said, "Yeah, and I'm Iron Man."
"It's true, Miles!" said Mary-Jane. "It's a long story, but Felicia used some kind of magic spell to switch bodies with Peter! That Peter we talked to earlier, that was Felicia!"
"Magic? are you kidding me?" said Miles.
"Kid, trust me," said a third, unfamiliar voice. The phone suddenly showed a bearded man floating in the alleyway, his hands glowing, his necklace glowing green. "Magic is real."
"Uh, who are you?" said Miles.
"Dr. Strange."
"Oh, we're using our made-up names then? Okay, uh, I was thinking Kid Arachnid, actually."
"Kid, I will find you and slap you with my magic chains," Strange said.
"Uh, this is Dr. Stephen Strange," said "Felicia". "He's... a sorcerer."
"A sorcerer? You kidding me?" said Miles before he focused back on "Felicia".
"It is me, Miles," "she" said. "Do you think Felicia would know how you cuddle with a sock monkey at night? Why? Because you still can't help but have nightmares about your dad."
Miles gasped in shock. "Pete! I-It is you! But... how?"
"There's no time to explain," said Peter. "Right now, I need you to get ready for Felicia in my body! She's about to hit that museum right now! We're on our way, but don't let her get away! She has a scroll we need to fix this!"
"Uh, okay, I'll try," said Miles as he hung up. He quickly made his way inside, but was shocked to see all the guards he had talked to unconscious on the floor. What happened? Had Felicia somehow made it already?
A few minutes earlier...
Outside the museum, Felicia finally arrived, and crawled through a window. She was thankful that kid hadn't seen her. What was his name again? Ah, whatever, it wasn't important. Felicia crawled along the ceiling, and saw guards all over the place.
Thanks a lot, Spider-Man Jr. she thought. Well, I have no choice. First, she carefully spied all the cameras around the place, and aimed her webs at them to cover their lenses. Though, the webbing was colored black for some reason...
Once they were all covered, she carefully made her way to the floor, and hid behind some boxes. The guards then heard a series of noises, and were drawn apart from each other, but then, one by one, in front of their eyes, they were socked unconscious by some unseen assailant. Once they were all out cold, Felicia leapt back up to the ceiling and made her way to the archaeology exhibit.
Now was time for Peter's most important skill to come in handy: his Spider-Sense. Felicia had learned that her prize was surrounded by invisible infra-red lights, which she could not render visible for some reason. But Peter's Spider-Sense would be able to sense them, and warn her when she was about to cross one.
Once she was in the archaeology hall, she spied a giant stone wall behind some medieval knight statues. Concentrating, she carefully moved over above it, and felt a little buzzing her her skull as she sensed the lights. Carefully, she weaved through them, and was able to sense a path that would led to the wall. Slowly, she lowered herself down until she managed to land on top of the wall. That was when she chipped away some of the stone, revealing two separate keyholes. Taking out her keys, she put them in the slots and turned, opening a secret compartment. Inside was a medium-sized box.
"Finally!" said Felicia as she picked up the box. It was a rough night, but her plan worked. Once she found out about Fisk's old security system, she had to brainstorm creative ways to get around it, but that's when she remembered rumors about magic happening at that Sanctum Santorum building, and she got curious. She managed to make off with a scroll, and after testing some of the spells she found on it, she knew the rumors were true. Then she noticed a spell that could allow one to take someone else's body, while forcing that person to take yours, and her mind clicked. It was a perfect plan. Now if she could just escape, she could find Peter and take her body back. Peter was handsome and all, but Felicia preferred to utilize her own face.
"Hey! You!" came a voice. Felicia looked up in shock to see Miles on the ceiling, looking down at her. Before she could say anything, Miles jumped down, knocking her off the wall, and through the lasers.
"Ugh, great," said Felicia, standing up to face Miles.
"You're not Spider-Man," said Miles. "You're the Black Cat!"
"What? I don't know what you're talking about," said Felicia.
"Oh yeah? I got a question for you. If you're really Peter, then what's my name?" said Miles.
"Uuuuuhhhhh," Felicia droned. "Nnnniles?"
"Wrong!" said Miles. "It's over Felicia. Peter and MJ are on their way. Just give me that box and we can call it a night."
Felicia scowled. "Forget it, twerp. This loot was and is mine!"
"My name is Miles!" said Miles as he prepared to attack. However, he was cut off by a sudden entrance, and he and Felicia looked over to see a whole group of Fisk thugs charging into the room.
"Well, well, well, what have we hear?" said a thug. "I don't know what you Spider-Freaks are doin' here, but the Boss told us to guard that treasure you got with our lives! We ain't about to let that Hardy girl get her hands on it! Now drop the box!"
Felicia clenched her fist. "This doesn't belong to Fisk, you know. Either way, I can't just give it to you! You want it? Come and get it!"