The Spiders hung around in the back of the Quinjet while the Avengers took them to the Latverian Embassy. Crimson knew Doom would be there because while he was a villain, he was also a diplomat, and had duties to fill in that role as well.
Crimson looked around at his teammates. Revenant looked like he was asleep, but being a former Klyntar host himself, Crimson knew it was just a ruse so Revenant could have a private conversation with his partner. Warrior was buffing out small dings in her armor, which she must have received from falling debris back on Liberty Island, or maybe even further back, when the two fought in the Sanctum. Diamond was trying get a glimpse at the Avengers. Now that they were out of danger, Crimson had a chance to assess the other Spiders, and it was obvious that Diamond had been through far less than the others, despite them being pretty close in age. Crimson decided that now was the most opportune time to ask the "big" question.
"Why become a Spider?" Crimson directed the question to Diamond, "You have no powers to speak of."
Revenant and Warrior looked at him, then to Diamond after they realized who he was speaking to.
"Well," Diamond thought for a moment, trying to figure out the right words, "I do have powers, they just kind of come and go."
"What do you mean?" Warrior asked, her curiosity peaked.
"The truth is, I got my powers from a blood transfusion with Spider Girl, but they don't really stick around often."
"So you do have a personal stake in this," Crimson muttered before speaking up, "What you're describing is Mixed Compatibility. It's exceedingly rare on Earth, but very common on other planets."
"How do you know?" Revenant asked.
"Because I was in the Kree-Skrull War for two years. I've seen things." Revenant waited for further explanation, but Crimson went back to the original topic, "Mixed Compatibility means that you can be compatible with someone one moment, and not be the next. In your case, for the most part, Spider Girl's blood is assimilated to yours, performing all the same functions, but on rare occasions, I would guess once every two weeks or so, the fragments of her blood within you will, let's say awaken, and you'll have all of her abilities for a short time. This just begs one question, how long ago was your last "episode"?"
"We're here," Captain America called back, preventing Diamond from answering, "good luck."
The back hatch opened and Crimson jumped out onto the street just outside the Embassy's gate, followed by Revenant and Warrior, Diamond pulling up the rear. Crimson pushed the gate open and stepped onto the Latverian soil. The others followed behind him keeping their guards up. Crimson didn't bother. He knew that so long as he didn't provoke Doom, he would be safe, as any action against him would lead to war. Crimson looked up to see Doom watching them from the window. As they approached the doors, they opened on their own. Crimson just kept moving, knowing full well that Doom would take advantage of any hesitation he showed.
"Stay close, remain calm," Crimson ordered the others, "he won't attack us if we don't attack him."
"You have experience fighting him?" Warrior asked.
"Never face to face," Crimson admitted, "I just hope my scuffle with Magneto has prepared me for this."
"You fought Magneto?" Diamond asked.
"Let's just say I'm not welcome within ten nautical miles of Genosha and leave it at that."
They entered the main hall, where Doom waited for them.
"Crimson Web," Doom called, "we meet at last. What business do you have with Doom?"
"A mutual friend of ours; the Fanatic. Where is he?"
"You waste your time, any business between him and Latveria ceased long ago."
"A Doombot on Liberty Island says otherwise," Revenant called.
"Easy," Crimson held up a hand, signalling for him to back off, "What my friend is trying to say is that some of your technology is still finding its way into his hands. If you're not giving it to him, who is?"
"If that knowledge were known, the thief would have already felt the wrath of Doom."
"Right then, thank you for your time. We'll be going then."
The group turned and left the way they came.
"Warrior?" Crimson asked as soon as the doors closed behind them.
"Third tapestry on the right," she stated calmly.
"Right, Revenant, a little camo for the ladies?"
"On it." Revenant placed a hand on each girls sharing enough of his Symbiote to darken their suits, but little else.
The group the darted through the tapestry, sticking to the shadows, and snuck through the lower levels until they found an underground dock. Crimson scanned the room until he found what he was looking for. The cargo manifest. The ship was being loaded with several dozens of shipping crates loaded with Doombots. Their destination, a moving island, clearly artificial. Crimson thought for a moment before realizing what this meant. He had finally discovered the Fanatic's base. The only question remaining was how to get there. He looked over to the shipping crates and realized how obvious the solution was. He booked it to the shipping crates, making sure the others saw him and caught on, and leapt inside one as it closed. Knowing Doom, the operation was bound to be automated. And if Doom already knew what they were up to, well, who would he be to prevent a reunion the Fanatic was looking forward to? Crimson felt the crate shake as a crane lifted it up, then a metallic clang signalled that it had been placed on the ship. Several more clangs sounded before the ship eventually started moving. Crimson waited a few minutes before kicking the doors off their hinges. He then checked each crate to find his teammates.
"Took you long enough," Revenant said when he finally opened the right one, "are you sure this is gonna work."
"It better," Crimson said as he helped Diamond, who didn't seem to have her sea legs, "we all have something riding on this."
"So what now?" Warrior asked.
"Now? All we can do is wait," Crimson looked out to the open waters, "enjoy the view while you can. It won't be long before we have to hide below deck."
Warrior heeded his words, joining him at the rail. The others soon followed and the four Spiders looked at the sunset along the shimmering horizon. Crimson didn't know about the others, but he intended to take this in as much as he could. He had an ominous feeling that he wouldn't live to see sunrise.