Chapter IV

Spider-Wars: Part III

The Spider-Verse

A/N: So, this will be another short chapter, unfortunately. So, I noticed something about the last chapter. The last chapter was written in Times New Roman and I usually write in Calibri font. So, I guess I forgot to change the font. Not that it matters or anything, because I highly doubt anyone cares. If anyone did actually notice and question, well, now at least you're getting an explanation. Now, that I got that off of my chest, I can summarize the chapter a little bit. This chapter is mainly Peter dealing with the discovery of the Spider-Verse. So, that being said, on with the chapter!

"Quiet!" I heard a voice hiss. "He's coming around!" I opened my eyes, to find myself in, well, I didn't know! I groaned and tried to sit up. "Easy Pete," I heard the same voice say. "You passed out." It dawned on me, that I knew the speaker. "Brock?" I asked. "Eddie Brock?" The owner of the voice helped me up. "That's right Pete," he said. "It's me." I turned around to face him, which confirmed his identity. "But your stuck in a different dimension!" I said. "On the contrary Spider-Man-" a female voice voice began to speak, but I went as cold as ice soon as she began to speak. I began to feel extreme anger, as I remembered what I asked of her a couple days ago.

"Madame Webb!" I said, through gritted teeth. I angrily turned around, shot a web at her throne and zipped over to her to attack in in a fit of rage. She raised her hand and pointed at me, which froze me in my current position. "Spider-Man, I highly suggest you don't try to fight," Madame Webb replied, in her usual "teach you a lesson" voice. "We have a major crisis at hand!" I struggled to escape from her grasp, but I got no results. "I don't care about any crisis!" I yelled, continuing the struggle. "All I wished was that you stay out of my life! And yet, here you are!"

"Listen to her Pete!" I heard Eddie say. "You have no idea how much trouble we are in!" I was getting angrier by the second. "Are you deaf?!" I shrieked. "I said 'I don't care', and that's that!" A new voice entered the conversation. "You'll care when all of the Spider-Men are living in the same universe!" I strained against Madame Webb's "bonds". "Who said that?" I asked. "I did!" I said, as someone hanging upside down came into my view. He was the kid that looked like he was in high school, the kid wearing the Carnage Symbiote. "Do you know what you are wearing?!" I asked. "You must take that suit off!" He just hung there, upside down. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I got this costume from S.H.I.E.L.D.! How bad can it be?"

"Calm down, Mr. Morales. Mr. Parker doesn't understand." Madame Webb said. "Morales? Who's that? Also, can you put me down now?" Madame Webb snapped her fingers and I fell on my butt. "Ow. Thanks, I guess." The costumed teenager dropped down in front down. He took off mask and revealed himself to be a black teenager. He stuck out his hand. "Miles Morales," he replied. "Pleased to meet the real Spider-Man!" I took his hand, still confused, but shook it. "Who are you?" I asked. "Who are they?" I pointed to the other "Spider-Men" in the lair.

"Perhaps we should all take turns." Miles said. All of the Spider-Men got in line, starting with the guy that looked like he was wearing a copy of my costume. He stepped up to me and took off his mask. "My name is Peter Parker," he said. "At least, that's who I am, from my universe." I was still confused. "What do you mean 'universe'?" I asked. "Spider-Man, everyone of these Spider-Men have their own respective universe," Madame Webb said. "Including you. Just look behind my throne." I turned around to look at a huge web behind Madame Webb, which showed the viewer me, among different Spider-Men.

"What am I looking at?" I asked. "That," Madame Webb said. "Is the Spider-Verse." I raised an eyebrow. "The what?" I asked. She sighed. "When Mary Jane disappeared into the vortex, it ripped the fabric of time and space. Creating the Spider-Verse." I was speechless. "Basically," the Peter Parker who was introducing himself said. "Every Spider-Man is stuck in the same universe. Namely, your universe." I turned back to him, as he moved to the back of the line. The next Spider-Man stepped up to me, who was Miles Morales. "Anyway, like I was saying," he said. "I took over for my universe's Spider-Man after he was died."

"Wait," I asked, surprised. "What?" Miles shook his head. "Right, you don't know," he said. "Um, basically my universe's Peter Parker was killed by the Green Goblin." I wasn't much more surprised. "What?" I asked. "How?" Miles yawned, obviously unimpressed by explaining to me. "Norman Osborn, in my universe, injected himself with the same compound that ran through the spider that bit Peter Parker." he said. "The results were more or less terrifying." I was now intrigued. "What happened?" I said. "Mr. Osborn turned into a Hulk-like monster that can throw fireballs."

"Hulk? Fireballs?" I asked. "Of course." He put his mask back on and went to the back of the line. The six-armed version of me walked up next and before he could even take off his mask, I spoke. "I know who you are." I sighed. "You're me, but with the six arms created by my spider power's mutation." He didn't seem to surprised as he looked at me. "Well," he said. "I guess nothing here needs to be explained." He walked to the back of the line and the black suited version of me stepped up. "So," I asked. "You're from the 1930's?" I asked. He nodded, as he reached to take off the unique mask he wore.

"Well?" I asked. "What's your motive?" He took off his mask and he looked a little different than I expected. He had medium brown hair and he had the "I'm always angry" look on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked. "What was your motive to become a cold blooded killer?" He looked really offended by this. "I'm not a killer!" he said. "I just kill villains and gangsters in my way." I was getting angry with him. "Then what are you?!" I screamed at him. "Spider-Man doesn't kill. At least I don't kill!" Madame Webb cleared her throat. "Calm down, you two." she said. "Ok," I replied. "Then what is your motive?"

"Well," he said. "When I met Ben Urich in my universe, I overhead a tip about a secret smuggling of ancient artifacts. When I was at the warehouse, one of the statues burst open and out came a horde of spiders. One of the spiders bit me and I passed out. I had a dream about a spider god and I woke up in a black spider's web." I roared with laughter. "You were granted powers by a Spider God?" I asked, laughing. "Get real!" He looked at me angrily. "I'm serious!" he said. "Anyway, when Urich was murdered I decided to hunt down any criminal associated with the crime and put them down for good."

"Whatever," I said. "I can tell we're gonna be good friends." I shooed him away and the man I saw in my apartment stepped up. "You an alternate version of me too?" I asked. His visor opened and revealed his face, which was pretty much mine. "We all are." he said. "I'm just supposedly from a different version of this dimension." I wasn't confused by this. "They are rumored to exist." I said. "I guess they do exist. What's so different about you?" He cleared his throat. "For one, I'm a millionare and everyone knows who I am." he said. "For two, I'm engaged to Gwen Stacy."

"Gwen? Who?" I asked. "What happened to Mary Jane?!" He sighed. "Mary Jane and I barely know each other." he said. "We're barely friends." I looked at him. "Wow. Ok then." Madame Webb cleared her throat. "Ok, I think that's everyone." she said. I turned to face her. "Why am I here?" I said, irritated. "Why must you disturb my life once again?" She looked at me and shook her head. "We need help settling this crisis." she said. "What do you want from me?" I asked. "I can't help you. Not that I'm sorry. Which I'm not!"

"On the contrary Spider-Man, you can help." she said. "You can buy time for me to attempt to build a portal for the heroes to return to their respective universes." I put my mask back on, angrily. "I don't want any part of this!" I said. "And that's final!" Madame Webb just sighed. "I'm done arguing with you. You want out?" she asked. "Fine. Go, go!" She snapped her fingers and her lair disappeared as appeared back in my apartment. I sighed, as I realized I wasn't really hurt anymore. Somehow, my abdomen was not bleeding and there were just scabs. I'll have to sew up the holes in the costume, I thought as I took it off. I put on my pajamas and laid down on my bed. Was Madame Webb right? Are there multiple Spider-Men and possibly Spider-Women running around in New York? I shrugged off the thought and rolled over as I closed my eyes.

A/N: So, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Once again, it was a short one. Hopefully the following chapters will be longer. How many of the readers are actually enjoying this story? Be honest with me. I want to know if I should continue writing this. So, with nothing else to say... Until the next chapter!