Avengers: Infinite Wars

by free man writer

The Clone Wars are in full swing with the galaxy divided. The Jedi lead the clone army against the infinite droid army of the Separatists. Yet a wild card enters the fray. The Avengers. From there, newer, more sinister and deadlier threats emerge and The Galaxy, no, the universe, shall never be the same again. Co-written by Jebest4781 and BulletStormX. Now in Season 4.

101. Into The Spider-Verse

That's right folks, it's Spider-Verse time, an arc I have been DYING to get to.

See, when I rebooted this story with Bullet and Jeb, both of them were the ones that brought up the idea of using Spider-Verse as an arc, one that got a hearty fuck yeah from me. We have been so excited to getting to this arc and we couldn't have released the hundredth chapter with it being the Spider-Verse arc at a better time with the release of Across the Spider-Verse.

So, at long last, we have reached another of MANY other arcs we have been wanting to do so we can notch that one down. One more step closer to season 4.

But I have noticed some detractors with this arc and I'll only address it this one time.

I've said it once and I'll say it a thousand times no matter how many times I say this would be the last time but it seems the message just doesn't seem to sink in.

THIS IS ALL PART OF THE PLAN.

Every single arc, be it big or small, plot related or character focused, it has all been planned out when this story was rebooted with only the Shang Chi arc and GOTG vol 3 being the exceptions. We were even waiting for Across the Spider-verse to come out, why? Well, that's a story for another day.

And people, I've been hinting at Spider-Verse since Fucking Mortis when the Father called Peter a Totem. This was gonna happen sooner or later. Same as when I spelled out Barriss/Ahsoka/Peter being a couple. This was inevitable. Thirty chapters of setting it up to happen.

So let's not dilly dally and just get on with it.

It's mother fucking Spider-Verse.

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Avengers Infinite Wars Chapter 101: Into the Spider-Verse

"You know, when Tony Stark told me you were an Avenger and in space, I almost laughed. Then I slapped him and demanded to know where my nephew was."

Peter released a strained laugh, finding such a scene easy to picture honestly.

"Then he showed me what you were doing before you vanished and later on, that message you sent me and… I always believed my nephew would accomplish great things in his life. But becoming a superhero, an Avenger especially… I guess you took Ben's words to heart."

The smile on the young Parker's face grew a bit more.

"But being involved in a war, a galactic one, God I still can't wrap my mind around that," May shot her nephew a look of pure concern. "Peter, you do know you gave your Aunt a heart attack once I heard my nephew's name next to war."

And like that, Peter winced with his smile morphing into a cringe.

"Er… uh…" The young man wasn't sure how to respond for a few moments, giving an unconvincing shrug. "Can't blame me for that. Just got roped into it."

"Getting roped into a war doesn't happen haphazardly." She groused out.

"It did with me. Honest."

May didn't look all that amused, making him become more serious.

"Look, I know it may not seem like it but it is the honest-to-God truth."

He saw her eyes becoming glossy. "Peter… war is…"

"Hey, hey, May, look at me." Peter firmly said, making her turn to him fully. "I'm ok, aren't I? I'm still standing and stronger than ever."

His Aunt shook her head, reaching out to take Peter's hands before she pulled him into a hug.

"It's still war, Peter." She said with a shaky tone. "You are too young to be enlisted in such a thing."

"Technically I didn't enlist, I just joined up 'cause I…" He halted at the look he received from his guardian, with him nervously laughing. "Er, yeah, sorry."

May released a haggard sigh. "Most Aunts don't have to worry to this extent."

"Most Aunts aren't you." Peter couldn't help himself and despite her current state, May found herself laughing slightly.

There was a brief moment of silence shared between the pair before May spoke again.

"So…"

"So…"

"You're dating both of them."

May found her lip curling upwards at the way her nephew jerked in reaction at her bringing up such a topic.

"...Yes." Came his nervous, sheepish response.

"And…" May bobbed her head slightly, feeling really awkward in asking this. "They're fine with it?"

"Ye-Yeah. I mean they're dating each other as well. Ahsoka told me it was Barriss who wanted it and after Mortis and everything we've been through we just… yeah, we wanted this. To see what this could become." Peter managed to stammer.

"Huh. You don't see or notice a polyamorous relationship that often. If at all really."

Peter swallowed a small lump in his throat. He opened his mouth to speak, but his aunt beat him to it with what he was about to say.

"I'm not mad or disappointed. I would be if you were leading them on and taking advantage of them. I'd think it's just a summer romance… but it's probably past that point, isn't it?"

She received a nod in response.

"It's funny. People often romanticize adventures, life and death scenarios where people simply hook up so suddenly nearly by the end of it. Then again, a lot of it is portrayed in movies and trashy shows. But you three have been through a lot."

"It got us to know each other better, in more ways than I couldn't have imagined over a year ago." Said Peter. "Yes, it's not really ideal for most normal people. But we are extraordinary."

"Boasting, are ya?" May teased. "Never would have thought I'd live to see such a thing. With you being such a Trekkie fan, I would've thought you'd try to channel your inner Kirk with them."

Her nephew rolled his eyes. "Like I could. I was just being me."

"Come on, I remember some of your old fanfics you used to have-"

"Oh God." Peter hung his head. "Why do you still remember those?"

"I still have them."

"May~~"

"What? They remind me of when you were young. Younger, I mean." May chuckled. "You being an adventurer, going to exotic places, meeting exotic people, ladies especially."

The Aunt loved seeing the flustered look on her nephew's face.

"And now it's a reality with not one but two space ladies."

Peter had a flat look on his face, looking up and closing his eyes a second later. "Please, do not call them that, May."

"Hopefully I don't see any great nieces and nephews running around-"

"MAY!" He whined. "We haven't reached there yet!"

His Aunt laughed at his expense. "I've missed this."

"What? Finding new ways to embarrass me?" He grumbled, huffing in aggravation.

"Well, that comes with the territory of being a parent." May pointed out. "Besides, I'll still be needing to judge them more."

He gave her a look. "What's more to judge?"

"More than you know." Aunt May shook her head. "You'll know one day when you're taking care of rugrats of your own."

Peter shrugged slightly. "Somewhat getting experience with Grogu and Mara. But that's just babysitting, literally. Merrin and Ilyana are a handful, but I'm not that connected with them, unlike Pietro and Wanda."

"Yes, but kids of your own and ones with those two girls-"

"May," Peter whined again. "That's still years away."

"Oh~ So you have considered it."

The younger Parker violently jolted in place, his face becoming as red as a tomato and he hung his head in defeat.

"I mean, it's not outside the realm of possibility." May mused to herself. "I've seen enough shows where throws of passion can overtake people in times of conflict. War especially. Who knows, your first time might-"

Her mouth was promptly covered by Peter's hands, her nephew giving her a pleading look.

"May, please, don't even consider finishing that sentence." He said desperately. "My mind can't handle it."

May shook with laughter. "You can't blame me for trying, Peter. I haven't been able to do this for a while."

Her features softened, showing a state of exhaustion with her eyes showing more emotion behind them. They drifted down slightly, landing on a symbol on her nephew's chest that made a part of her soul ache with concern that wasn't quite easy to comprehend.

"There's really nothing I can do to dissuade you, is there?"

Peter blinked at her change in mood and he saw that her eyes were now on the spider emblem visible beneath his clothes. She had placed a hand on it and he could see the conflict in her eyes.

"You're not even gonna try?" He hesitantly asked, unsure if he should even ask such a thing.

May shook her head. "Why bother? You already made up your mind the second you slipped on the mask for the first time. I know it's impossible. You have that same look Ben had and even your father did when they set their minds to something. Even if I try, you'll rebel and go off out of spite."

"Well, more like I'd do it 'cause I'd have to," Peter admitted. "I mean, May, come on, you've seen what I can do."

"And that's what worries me." She shakily said, placing her hands on his arms. "I don't have to see to know the danger you've put yourself in. So… after having all this time to think things over and seeing what you've shown me, you're going to have to make a promise. To ease this old lady's heart."

Spider-Man held his head up a little higher as May stared directly into his eyes.

"I have had the privilege of raising this bright young boy who I saw had the endless potential to help not only himself but the world around him. He was smarter than everyone else on the block and everyone else in his school-"

"Not that smart." Peter bashfully said yet his Aunt went on as if she weren't interrupted.

"And now here he stands, older in mind and soul, far more than he should be." May's voice cracked slightly at that, making Peter reflexively place his hands over hers. "I know that I wasn't there for this past year, but now I see that the man you are becoming is someone to be proud of. And one I'm gonna be worried about for the rest of my life."

Peter laughed shakily, one his Aunt shared though it died down when she placed her hand on his cheek.

"So I need you to promise me, Peter." Her voice was strong yet vulnerability and anxiousness were evident. "I need you to promise you'll find a way to return. To always find a way to come home. Not just for my sake but now for your two loves and your team."

That demand made Peter falter slightly.

"May, I can't-"

"Promise me, Peter." She interrupted him, her hand on his arm clenching up slightly.

He saw the look he got from her and despite knowing such a promise to be… well, not the best considering what he does, he can't find it in himself to deny it.

Releasing a sigh, Peter's expression became solemn as he faced his mother figure unflinchingly.

"I promise, Aunt May."

May had a teary smile as she pulled him in for a hug.

"That's my boy." She softly said, the pair holding each other close.

The scene morphed into that of a comic book panel at the end of the issue before it was closed.

A moment later, another comic book was haphazardly slammed on top of the previous Spider-man comic. On the cover, it read 'True Life Tales of Spider-man' with the web-slinger going around New York in his classic attire.

"Alright, let's do this one last time." A mask was pulled down as he narrates. "My name is Peter Parker. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for ten years, I've been the one and only Spider-Man. I'm pretty sure you know the rest."

A young Peter speaking with his uncle Ben about the importance of power and responsibility. This hasn't been the first time such a conversation happened, given it never sunk in. It finally did, unfortunately, one night sometime after obtaining his powers. When letting a criminal get away, due to earlier frustrations, Peter later realized the same man came across his uncle, robbed him, and shot him in cold blood.

"I saved a bunch of people,"

We cut to seeing Spider-Man stopping a runaway rail line, which would have cost hundreds of lives if he didn't make it in time.

"Fell in love,"

In an alleyway, Peter was standing upright while Mary Jane was hanging upside down. They embraced in the rain, kissing in utter bliss.

"Got married,"

Peter and Mary Jane exchanged vows as they slipped the rings onto their fingers.

"Saved the city,"

The Wall-Crawler punches a car out of the way from harming civilians in a restaurant.

"And then I saved the city again."

Peter is pulling a boat onto the shore.

"And again."

Spider-man is seen defeating the Sinister Six.

"And again and again."

Many newspaper headlines showing Spider-Man's heroic feats over the years. Him being regarded as New York's truest protector, despite J. Jonah Jameson's accusations.

"And uh… I did this…"

Walking through the streets of Manhattan, Peter went through an odd, cocky phase as he was dancing around and about. Even hitting on various women here and there.

"We really don't talk about this." Spider-Man said with clear embarrassment.

A comic book fell into the infinite space along with a cereal box and a music album.

"Look, I'm a comic book. I'm a cereal. Did a Christmas album for charity. I have an excellent theme song."

Soon a picture of a melted ice cream bar appeared.

"And a so-so popsicle. I mean, I looked worse."

Soon enough, Spider-Man was being beaten down by various individuals in his rogue's gallery.

"But after everything, I still love being Spider-Man. I mean, who wouldn't? So no matter how many hits I take, I always found a way to get back up… until recently."

Spider-Man could be seen scoping out and surveying various places in New York.

"This all started roughly a week ago. There was this unusual seismic activity occurring in Brooklyn of all places. Wasn't the only one so soon, making me all too curious of what's up. And surprise, surprise, it was originating from Alchemax of all places."

The Wall-Crawler was quick to sneak into the place and hack into the head scientist's computer before sneaking out without anyone noticing.

"Breaking into the facility and acquiring the data of this Hadron collider was relatively easy. Never knew the exact reason why Fisk was trying to get into another dimension, but I felt it in my gut it wasn't good."

Swinging over to Brooklyn, Spider-Man made his way into the secured site of where the Collider was located.

"Made a Goober and made my way under Fisk Tower to take care of this issue. And of course, my Parker luck struck again, having the massive, gargoyle Green Goblin thwarting my attempt. It was nothing I couldn't handle before."

Once away from Goblin, swinging his way to plug in the Goober-

Wait, what was a kid doing here?

Questions later. Need to save him.

"Got him at the last second cause, that just has to be a recurring theme in saving lives. He was alright for the most part, really rattled about everything and his shoelace was untied. So why was he…"

*Spider-Sense*

*Spider-Sense*

The kid was like me? Huh, who would've thought? I'm not… I'm not alone anymore. That's crazy to consider, really.

Hopefully, once this is all taken care of, I'll show him the ropes.

Right now, he needed to stop the collider from rupturing and collapsing the space-time continuum.

But just before I can shut that collider down, get tackled by Barney's violent, skinnier cousin.

Of course the Prowler would be here. He was the Kingpin's main enforcer. Guy had serious mood problems.

Then again, so did everyone else working for Kingpin after I stopped them like… I lost count.

Things didn't exactly go as planned. Norman rejoined the fight, overwhelming me when he and Prowler tagged teamed on me.

With Gobbie holding me down, Fisk got his people to begin activating the collider, despite my protests of a black hole possibly opening up within the city.

The moment the probe was situated in place, the collider went off.

And that's when the lightshow went off with the resulting quakes.

When managing to get himself free, Spider-Man made a b-line to the dock port to insert the Goober when Norman tackled him. And in his twisted mind, the Goblin of a gargoyle got a bright idea of greatly harming his long-time foe.

When Norman shoved him into the collider beams, Spider-Man saw something.

An endless expanse. A continuous sea of possibilities. Strands. Cosmic webs connecting to everywhere. To eternity.

It was… beautiful.

He saw… himself. And others in the same costume or other variations but he felt it in his gut. They were like him.

He really wasn't the only one!

But then he heard voices. Echoes.

He concentrated on them and recognized who they were.

It was Vanessa and Richard Fisk.

Now he knew what Kingpin's intentions are.

There was something else happening.

He was growing weaker all of a sudden. He didn't know why exactly, but it was happening at a rapid pace.

It wasn't just this. He couldn't quite make it. But he saw something… someone forming within this cosmic spectacle that could give 2001 Space Odyssey a run for its money.

Before Peter could get any more details-

*KRISH-KABOOM*

…

…

…

Oh man, that was painful.

Like, excruciatingly so.

So that's what having your atoms scrambled feels like.

Someone was coming…

It was the kid. He survived the explosion.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Just resting."

"Can't you get up?" The kid asked frantically.

"Yeah. Yeah. I always get up." Spider-Man lifted himself up slightly when he began coughing. "The coughing is probably not a good sign."

"Find him. Now."

The two heard Fisk in the distance.

"Listen, we gotta team up here. We don't have that much time left." The hero handed the goober to the kid. "This override key is the only way to stop the collider. Swing up there, use this key, push the button, and blow it up." He breathed out, coughing once more. "You need to hide your face. You don't tell anyone who you are. No one can know. He's got everyone in his pocket."

It was an exaggeration, but he figured the kid would understand his meaning.

"But I don't know how to swing. I just got bitten by a spider yesterday."

"I figured as much. Look, I know you're scared, but this needs to be done. If he turns the machine on again, everything you know will disappear. Your family, your friends, everyone. Everyone. Promise me you'll do this."

There was quite a lot of weight and responsibility he was placing on the kid, but what choice did he have?

"I promise." The kid said after several, silent moments.

"Go. Destroy the collider. I'll come and find you."

Seeing the kid run off, Peter began coughing once more. He focused a bit more, trying to see if he can perhaps get out of this mess.

There was a quote Peter felt was truly memorable to him.

"Whoever saves one life saves the world entire."

Yes, he saved countless lives throughout his time as Spider-Man. But the life he just saved would accomplish more than he ever could.

Hopefully, the kid would make it out of this and become a great Spider-Man one day. But he'd have to do it alone, just like he had to.

He only wished he could've seen MJ one last time… and at least have a family with her like they wanted.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the kid hiding up in the rafters and his heart went out to him.

He knows what he just placed upon the shoulders of that kid, the responsibility that he has now been given.

"I'd say it's nice to see you again, Spider-Man." Peter turned his head to see Wilson Fisk walk towards him with Tombstone and Prowler flanking him. "But it's not."

"Kingpin, how's business?"

"Boomin', heh." The crime lord reached out and pried off the mask of the hero's face, revealing his battered features.

"Oh, that's a no, no." He groaned out. "Listen. What you're doing… this might open a black hole under Brooklyn. It can't be worth the risk."

"It's not always about the money, Spider-Man." Fisk growled out in a whisper, just as the Prowler stepped forward and brandished his claws.

"Don't you wanna know what I saw in there?"

This got Fisk to silently halt Prowler.

"I'm listening."

"I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work. They're gone. You can't bring them back."

It was at that moment did Peter see a lot under Wilson's features. The calm facade with a great amount of rage bubbling to the surface.

Next thing Peter knew was oblivion when the Kingpin raised his arms and brought them down hard to essentially smash into his chest or stop his heart for good.

…

…

…

… what is this?

… is this… feeling?

… emotion?

… where… what… who am I?

I was… no… what? What is… happening?

…

Energy… I feel it. It's all around me. Within me…

… Thoughts are drifting and…

"AURGH!"

What was that?

… A man… human man in a red mask with white eyes.

He was in trouble!

In pain!

Great power…

What was…

Great responsibility…

…!

He was in trouble! He needs help! I… yes, I have to save him!

I don't know how but I feel myself reaching out to him.

Great Power…

"Great Responsibility."

I can see a hand… my hand. I need to save him.

Great "Power, Great Responsibility."

These words give me strength.

"Great Power, Great Responsibility. Great Power, Great Responsibility." I'm getting closer to him. "Great Power-"

*KRISH-KABOOM*

Before getting a grasp, a massive blast scattered him away. Flinging him away from where he once was and sending him… somewhere… elsewhere.

It'll take some time to reform and grow accordingly.

-The Next Day-

"This is just… so trippy."

"I know. We're dead."

"Not we but-"

"Yeah, I know, I know."

At Times Square, two Spidermen were absorbing the recently given information of their counterpart's death. It was a lot to take in.

They knew that they lived lives that revolved around constant encounters with dangers and death-defying scenarios but to actually see the consequence of one where they wouldn't come back… they felt as though they were doused with cold water from head to toe.

Wanting to distract themselves from this grave news, they had their curiosity get the better of them. A small desire to know what the other's life was remotely like.

The Peter Parker of the Avengers turned to the Peter Parker of the Jedi Order. "So, already told you my story. What about you?"

"Well… it goes like this."

A comic book was haphazardly slammed on top of the previous Spider-Man comic. On the cover, it read 'The Spectacular Spider-Jedi' with the web-slinger going around Coruscant in his brown and black attire.

"Alright, let's do this one last time." A hood was drawn up over the web-styled mask being worn as he narrates. "My name is Peter Parker. I was bitten by a spider heavily imbued with the Force. Despite the enhancements I got from it, I've served the Jedi Order for practically all my life. You may know the rest of my story... if you're a creepy stalker."

As a child of three or four, Peter was found by the Jedi Order shortly after his Aunt May and Uncle Ben were killed by gangsters trying to hustle in on the family property. The young Parker -at the time- used the Force to blast them away before hugging his dying relatives before a Jedi came upon the scene due to them sensing the strong presence in the Force.

"I started out as a Jedi youngling, training with the lightsaber and all."

A young Peter was examining his saber, throwing it at a wall to see if it would blow up.

It did.

"And then the spider bit me."

Obi-Wan and Plo Koon were using the Force to restrain him from scratching the bite as it really, really itched.

"After that, I started developing new powers."

Peter was more flexible, easily more dexterous, and stronger and faster all without the use of the Force. Catching a boulder with his bare hands was also quite the way to discover his new powers.

"I was developing my abilities when the Clone Wars began."

Jedi Spider-man flailed in the air, landing headfirst into the sandy ground of Geonosis, with a clone helmet plopping on top of his head.

"That was… yeah, no, that was insane, dark, and horrible and I really questioned why we were in that funk to begin with."

The comic book flipped through multiple pages of panels showing Spider-man across multiple battlefields like Naboo, Ryloth, Geonosis again, Umbara, Jabiim, Mygeeto, Kamino, Kashyyyk and Coruscant.

"But then Anakin, Barriss, Ahsoka and I began figuring it out. You see, during the Clone Wars, I've helped defeat some nefarious Sith Lords trying to take over the galaxy from this millennia-long plan of theirs. As this went on, I went through one frackin' long adventure after another."

Peter was seen going from planet to planet, not being constrained to the Jedi Order to do good across the galaxy.

"And I was never alone in these endeavors."

Through growing up together in the same youngling clan, Peter Parker and Barriss Offee grew close and their hidden feelings for each other surfaced during the Clone Wars.

"I fell in love…"

A number of panels showed Barriss and Peter having loving, tender moments together. Embracing each other and showing their love in more ways than one.

"... And I lost my love in my arms." Came the broken tone of the Force-wielding Spider-man.

Peter was weeping, holding the lifeless body of Barriss while Obi-Wan stood next to him with Siri Tachi and Anakin along with Ahsoka and the Clones of the 501st and 212th surrounded the devastated Spider-man.

"Had to bury her, which made me feel like I was trapped in a box full of emotions. But I handled it... decently… after a while."

If one were to find Peter, he was in the midst of battle, unleashing all his rage and emotions, utterly decimating the droid army of the Separatists.

Soon enough, things changed.

One after another, through some fits of reluctance, Peter began opening up again and began embracing… several individuals (?) one after another.

"And luckily, I found new love… after a while, and man was she a fire spitter."

Spider-man hung upside down as he and Ahsoka Tano shared their first kiss, initiating their relationship.

The page flipped over again to show Peter's lightsaber clashed with his enemy's as they duked it out.

"No matter how many times I got struck down,"

Peter fell to the ground, mask damaged and multiple injuries over his body, looking up at a Twi'lek Sith Lord looking down at him.

"I always found my way to get back up, one way or another."

He jumped back up, his lightsaber striking down the Sith he fought.

"Once the Sith were defeated, hopefully for good, I did a bit of soul searching when this weird thing happened."

A portal began to rip open and materialize as Peter was meditating. He thought it was a Force vision, at first, before realization hit him too late.

"I knew something strange was happening as my senses were flaring like crazy. I tried to leave, but the portal just sucked me right in. Before I knew it, I found myself on Coruscant; but not the Coruscant eventually I knew."

The comic book closed and the scene cut back to the two Spider-men talking with each other.

"And that's just about it, right?" Peter asked.

"Pretty much." Jedi Peter confirmed.

"Oh man." Peter rubbed his head in awe and shock. "This is just… insane."

"Tell me about it." Jedi Peter giddily said.

Despite what they had just gone through and seeing the death of another counterpart, they couldn't help but be ablaze with excitement, theories, possibilities and all. They now were dealing with the Multiverse.

It wasn't a theory, it was real and they were proof of that.

"Master Strange always dabbled with the idea of there being other universes." The Force-wielding Spider-man stated. "I can't wait to tell him he's right."

"Yeah and uh… sorry about how mine acted." The Avenger said with a sheepish smile. "I mean, I just met the guy like a few days ago-"

"Aw, don't worry about it." His Jedi counterpart waved off. "My Strange was kinda like that too, at first, he just takes his job seriously. You should get to know him, he's a great guy."

Peter hummed at that, taking what he said into account and filing it for later.

He had so many questions that he didn't even know where to begin and he knew his robe-wearing variant shared in this sentiment.

"Alright. Well, that's enough lollygagging. Gotta skedaddle on outta here."

As they swung around the night-filled New York, the Symbiote-wearing Peter noticed the chill in the air. Passing through an intersection, he saw various trees not having leaves and some layer of snow on the earth. This made him realize it was either autumn or winter in this reality.

To pass the web-swinging time, the pair talked in length about their respective universes, comparing and contrasting what they have in common and what they don't.

Naturally, there were some individuals and moments both immediately recognized while others were distinct from each other.

Like Jedi Spider-man not knowing who Black Widow was nor Mara Jade while Avenger Peter learned that his Jedi variant had no Avengers but this team of explorers that called themselves the Future Foundation.

The biggest difference was the Jedi Order both knew.

For Jedi Peter, his Order welcomed and encouraged relationships with many in the Jedi Order being parts of long lineages of Jedi families, creating an Order of exceptionally powerful Force Users. This had been encouraged during the time of the Old Republic through Grandmaster Satele Shan, having been a descendant herself of the revolutionary Jedi of Revan and Bastila Shan and their companions.

Peter was certainly surprised about this and when he told his Jedi version of the Order that he knew and their restrictions on attachments, he nearly fell midswing.

"What? No attachments?" Was the response. "But that defeats the whole purpose of connection through the Force. If everyone and everything is connected, having relationships makes the Force and yourself stronger."

"I don't know what to tell ya, Peter, it's just how they are in my universe."

"That feels so wrong."

"Yeah, well, it ain't so easily practiced as it's preached."

"Oh?" The Jedi's lenses narrowed mischievously, already knowing what his counterpart was talking about. "Do tell."

The Queens native laughed with a nervous tinge.

"Well, um, ya see, uh…" Peter stammered out. "So, you have or, sorry, had Barriss, right?" He saw his Jedi counterpart nod. "And now you're with Ahsoka."

"Uh-huh…"

"Well, I'm with… both of them…"

"... what? You… what?"

"Yeah, it's… not that it's complicated. Wait, no, it is, but just… let's talk about this later." Peter pleaded slightly.

The bewildered Jedi Spider-Man could only dumbly nod before focusing on another topic.

"Any place you possibly may know where we can bunker down?"

The Spider-Man of another Earth took a moment to mull it over in his head. "Generally there are homeless shelters, but don't know if we missed the cut-offs for admittance. There's bound to be abandoned buildings, but it'll take forever to find one for us to figure out our next move. And there are hotels, but we don't have any money on us."

"I do have credits-"

"Which isn't Earth currency." Queen Peter cut him off. "We don't have Republic credits, no one would take 'em, even if you use your Jedi Mind trick to persuade them to accept the payment."

"Well, I'm at a loss." Jedi Peter said, the pair landing on the side of a wall, crawling up the side. "I've never been to this planet."

"Consider it a learning experience."

"If it's anything like Coruscant, shouldn't be too hard."

The New York Spider-Man took a moment to consider this and found himself shrugging.

"Ok, so it is basically a shrunken-down Coruscant but New York is a beast unto itself. Be ready for anything."

Getting to a higher vantage point, the Queen's native took a 360 turn to get a quick look at their present surroundings.

Yeah, clearly a lot of differences here. For instance, there was no Avenger's Tower… or Stark Tower. Perhaps it was located elsewhere in this universe.

This made him wonder about the other Avengers or Shield members of this reality if they could assist them… or if they even existed, to begin with.

His Jedi version said that the Avengers didn't exist or rather, they operated under a different alias. Perhaps this universe was of a similar design.

Or maybe it doesn't have any Avengers. It just had him.

Which was… scary, actually.

What would Mr. Stark do?

What would Cap do?

What would the Avengers do?

And that's when a metaphorical lightbulb popped up in his head.

"Oh wait, Karen."

The Jedi Spider-Man tilted his head. "Who's Karen?"

The Avenger ignored him momentarily, focused more on fiddling with his gear.

"Please. Please. Please be working." He muttered aloud.

There was a moment of tense silence before static was heard followed by a distorted, tired voice.

"P-Peter?" Karen's voice warbled out from his suit. "What happened?"

"Oh thank Thor Almighty! You're functioning!" Peter exclaimed, patting his spider emblem with relief.

"Everything feels weird." Karen said, her voice regaining its usual tinge. "It felt like my processors were being pulled apart, rewired and broken all at the same time."

"I'm just glad you're ok."

"And I am glad to hear you are alright as well. But you still didn't answer my query, Peter."

"Right. Long story short, we hopscotched to another universe. Don't ask me how. We just did."

Karen took a moment to process what he said before she metaphorically nodded in his suit. "If you say so. Is Simby alright?"

At the question, the symbiote formed around Peter, converging on his shoulder to form its bulbous head with its white eyes slanted in a downward angle.

"Aw, Simby, are you alright?" His host asked and it warbled slightly, still feeling the effects of interdimensional travel.

"Whoa~ a Klyntar!" The Jedi Spider-Man said, recognizing the entity. "They're supposed to be extinct in my universe."

"Klyntar… is that the name of Simby's species?"

The other Peter nodded in confirmation. And it took a moment for Simby to do their own nod for a response soon after.

"Huh. Learn something new every day." Muttered the Avenger, brows creasing slightly. "And extinct… I bet the Son in your reality really wiped them all out."

Peter of the Jedi Order stepped up to Simby, his finger scratching what he assumed was his chin and the symbiote leaned against it with a tired whine.

"Looks like he's a bit out of it." He remarked. "And I don't know about the whole Son business and the Klyntar just that they're extinct back home."

"At least he's alive and still on me." Simby's host said. "Rest up, little guy. Ahsoka and Barriss would hate to see you like this."

Simby simply nodded, melting down into Peters' shoulder and receding into the black web lines of his suit.

"So, they're both accounted for." Queen's Peter said. "Any ideas on what we should do next?"

"Food and shelter," The Jedi looked to the present surroundings, "for the night."

"Right. Since Karen is roughly functioning, can get something whipped up."

"I'll do what I can." Karen spoke up, voice slightly static-like again.

"Try not to strain yourself," Peter said. "I'll be sure to see what needs patching up later."

"It may take me some time, if you plug me in, to funnel some money from some… disclosed patrons." The AI said with a tone that Peter easily caught onto.

"I.E. bad guys, gotcha. Anonymous, please, so they won't know who took it."

"Not that it would really matter." Said the Jedi.

"There is a thing called tracing. People on Earth, well my Earth, were quick to track people down through their digital fingerprints."

"We have something different but similar." Jedi Peter remarked. "Heat signatures that can be left behind or DNA imprints. Like your fingerprints."

The Queen's native pinched the bridge of his nose. "You just don't get it, do you?"

-The following day in Brooklyn-

The young Avenger found it strange his counterpart's funeral was being held the next day. Though he figured with the other Peter is such a big hero for the city, they'd want to do it immediately. He didn't know if there were some other factors at work on this, but he wasn't going to argue about it.

Jedi funerals were somewhat similar, given it'll be done almost immediately when the body returns to the Jedi Temple. If that's not possible, cremation is the most common option.

He never really liked them to begin with. Made it hard to focus though, at times. How losing someone he once knew, never seeing them again as a result. The one for his Uncle Ben was the first he went to, in recalled memories. He couldn't remember the one for his parents, as they died when he was really young.

People say it's strange to attend one's own funeral. Those who said it probably thought of faking their death, seeing from afar to see how others react to it. This case was different for numerous reasons.

Most of all, it was a funeral for a great hero for the people.

For a small recap…

New York's Hero, Peter Parker aka Spider-man was found dead at 26.

He is survived by his wife, Mary Jane, and his aunt May Parker.

At the sound of that, Peter's expression fell further than it already was.

He felt so stupid. A few days ago, he promised his own Aunt May that he would come back to her no matter what.

But he was in another universe right now. How in the world or Multiverse, rather, was he supposed to…

He shook his head.

'No,' Peter mentally said. 'I made that promise and I'm gonna keep it. I'll find my way back home no matter what. There's always a way.'

The two Spiders watched the first speaker come up, someone with cropped hair, an odd choice of mustache, and a somber expression as he took to the podium.

"I asked to come up here today, in order to voice an apology." The man spoke haggardly. "As many of you know, my name is J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle and over the past ten years, I've had a rather… contentious relationship with Spider-Man."

The man was silent for several moments, collecting himself before resuming his speech.

"Years ago, I lost my wife Julia. I got too close to finishing a story that would've destroyed a criminal empire. The lackies of one of its heads warned me to back off. I didn't buy the threats, given I've heard them a dozen times over with them never really happening. Scare tactics they all were. How naive I was to think in such a way. I finally released the story and the empire fell. Shortly afterward, my guard was down. We were picking up our son from school when a car came up. I later learned the driver was a hitman hired by one of the criminal heads. He wore a mask and opened fire. While my son and I survived, my beloved Julia didn't. I swore that day I would protect this city from those who wear masks, even if they believe they are above the law." Jameson firmly said, lightly banging his fist against the podium. "Years later, a kid strolled into the Daily Bugle wanting to sell pictures of Spider-Man for some quick cash. Never would've guessed I'd be purchasing these for years by the same person who I had great animosity towards on his double life as a costumed vigilante."

He let out a strained laugh, tears peeking out from the corners of his eyes.

"Parker saved the city and its people countless times. Hardly asked for help. Did much to help others while running himself ragged. Even helping first responders time and time again in helping every New Yorker when possible. Quite selfless, but at that time I thought otherwise. Making myself believe he had some nefarious motivation with crackpot theories and ideas to discredit him. Even made myself a scrapbook of the newspaper clippings over the years to find something I've missed about him or his apparent villainous acts. It took me a long time to finally realize this wasn't the case. Me being a stubborn man clinging onto an old promise, never accounting for the fact a masked hero was trying to not just protect his loved ones, but to keep his lives separate from each other." Jameson hung his head, clutching the sides of the podium tightly. "Last night, after hearing the news, I looked at my scrapbook again, finally getting a better story about Spiderman. Everything became clearer, having me see him trying to make up for something, to make things right, and proving those who spoke of him in a negative light wrong. In truth, he was right. He saved my son. Several times, in fact. If he hadn't, I would've been alone in the world for quite some time. But even then, that wasn't enough… wasn't enough for me to realize it until it was too late."

JJJ clenched his fists tightly, putting on a resolute expression.

"I know one thing now. God put me here. God saved my life. And God gave me the power to help Spider-Man. I know that now. Should've come to terms with that sooner. And I wasted it, out of pride and spite. No more. I will fight the entire world for his memory. Spider-Man, no, Peter Parker, was the greatest hero New York has ever known. And I will do everything in my power to make sure the city and the world know it."

There was a solemn collective of applause from the gathered audience, the man walking away from the podium, with a woman with red hair placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He gave her a weak, apologetic smile before moving past her.

The next person who came up was a wizened woman. Her gray hair was slightly curly as it reached her shoulders. She was clearly tired if one were to take a close look at her. Then again, who wouldn't have such a look at a funeral, especially when you're burying your loved one.

"My nephew was a bright kid." Eyes of both Spider-Men widened, instantly realizing who this was. "After my brother-in-law and his wife, Richard and Mary, died in a plane crash, my husband -Ben- and I did our best to raise Peter. In many ways, he was our boy. And he became the only family I had left after Ben died. Since then, Peter took his responsibilities seriously, in more ways than I couldn't imagine. Eventually, he confronted me and told me the truth about his life as a web-slinging superhero. I knew beforehand he had this weight of guilt over Ben's death, given he was involved in a matter. But I never knew it was bigger in his perspective from just a simple act. With that, Peter stated his powers came at a cost and he paid for it dearly when losing Ben, not saving Captain Stacy and his late girlfriend Gwen. Obviously, I was surprised and furious, him risking his life day in and day out. Eventually, I came to terms with it and gave him my blessing of supporting him."

Her gaze was distant, no doubt recalling many memories of her time with her nephew.

"It has been quite the trip, I have to say. A rollercoaster with the ups and downs with how Peter got me to feel. Wanting to cheer him on whenever I see him on the news or wanting to swat him across the head for his dumb actions. More often on the latter end." May chuckled painfully, a tear escaping her. "But at the end of the day, whenever I saw the good he had done, I was left with nothing but love, pride, and a healthy dose of exasperation. My nephew… my boy did leave an impact. And if some say otherwise, I ask them to look here and now to everyone who came to pay their respects and goodbyes."

May stepped away, going over to the other speakers, hugging two before taking a seat.

While the Jedi Peter held a melancholy look after hearing the speech, there was a greater degree of turmoil for the Queens-Born Spider-Man. Seeing May like this, even if it wasn't his own… this right here was a genuine possibility that she may experience.

Burying not one but two loved ones.

And after making that promise to her. He knew the job was one of constant danger and he only made that promise to assuage his Aunts concerns, fleeting as it may be. But this right here was something that made him truly understand the gravity of the duty he has as a hero.

And the consequences that came with it.

These thoughts plagued the young Avenger in the back of his mind as they continued watching the memorial.

The last person who came up was the red-haired woman that was standing on the side for the duration of the funeral, someone who both Peters found quite beautiful.

They had seen her face portrayed next to their counterpart here on the news.

This was his wife, Mary Jane Parker.

"My husband, Peter Parker, was an ordinary person." Her voice conveyed strength yet the pain in her tone was evident for all to hear. "Always was to me since I first moved in next door to him when we were kids. Been best friends since we properly met. But he became extraordinary as time went on." She paused for several moments, collecting herself. "He always said it could've been anyone behind the mask. He was just the kid who happened to get bit. He didn't ask for his powers, but he chose to be Spider-Man. My favorite thing about Peter is that he made each of us feel powerful. All I know is that Peter is as a part of us as we are a part of him. And if we want the love for him to live on, we must keep on living. We all have powers of one kind or another. But in our own way, we are all Spider-Man. And we're all counting on you."

The funeral procession went on, all while being watched by two Spider-Men who found the entire experience too surreal for words until they reached the end.

"Oh man." Jedi Peter said, running his hand through his hair. "Never thought I'd be alive to hear my own eulogy. Thought I'd hear it through the Force."

That was such a strange thing to hear for the Avenger. To be able to hear your funeral from beyond the grave. Then again, the Force proved that it was possible.

So… there was life after death.

One of the many crazy things that he had taken in stride in his insane life.

What he heard in the eulogy, it'll make him think much about his own life for years to come.

As much as the young Avenger wanted to swing around to clear his head, he fought the urge.

It'll be a complicated mess if he did so now and someone spotted him and his Jedi counterpart doing what a Spider-Man does. Pretty sure that would lessen the effect of this universe death if not one but two Spider-Men were out swinging around after the funeral.

For now, they merely walked.

The gray skies kept the somber mood with the soft snowfall.

As this went on, the two Spiders had the occasional glitch.

They came out of nowhere. There were some close calls where some people nearly saw it happen to them.

Both did wonder why this was happening to them but knew they wouldn't get answers anytime soon.

All they could do was hypothesize until an answer became more clear.

In the meantime…

"Karen."

"Yes Peter?" The AI in his suit sounded better but the static remained with the occasional off-kilter jerks and spastic responses.

Peter guessed that the glitches must be affecting her as well.

"Have you finally tracked down the Avengers of this reality?"

"I have… but…" Karen's voice trailed off.

"But what?"

"What was Avengers Tower and the main base that they operate out of in your reality are occupied by different owners. And when scanning the global network for news of them, I haven't found any sources regarding their formation."

"Oh… so no Avengers here…" Peter glumly said. "But are they at least present?"

"Some members are active… the rest aren't."

"Define some?"

"..."

"Karen."

"Only about four or five."

"Four or five?!" Peter nearly exclaimed. "How is that even possible?"

"From what I have been able to find, in the past ten years, the Peter Parker of this universe has been the predominant hero on this Earth. The only other heroes are too spread out to really make much of a difference. Others haven't begun their 'hero careers' just yet."

"What about Shield?"

"They are present. Unfortunately, they don't really involve themselves."

Peter could only roll his eyes at that. "Right. If it's not for global security, then why'd they show up."

This was what went on with his reality of Shield before being more involved with heroes.

"So~ guess that means it's just the two of us right now then, huh?" Jedi Peter commented, the Avenger Peter only nodding his head.

"For now, it seems." He muttered, rubbing his chin, contemplating what they could do next.

Then came a growl that made both teens seize up but then they realized that it wasn't a growl that was the result of a threat.

"Whelp looks like interdimensional travel worked up an appetite for the both of us." The Force-using Spider-Man remarked. "Any other good places we can go to?"

Before the young Avenger could give a response, he became incredibly alert. Not just him, but his Jedi variant as their Spider-senses went off. They stopped abruptly to observe their surroundings but didn't see or hear anything that would indicate immediate danger.

Soon enough, they came face to face with a petite Asian girl who barely looked like an academy middle-schooler. A uniform that screamed prep school or somewhere from Japan (in the Avenger's opinion). She had pixie black hair with large auburn eyes regarding them with, oddly enough, mischief in them. This was despite the seeming image of innocence she presented by smiling sweetly at them with her hands clasped behind her back.

"Hello!" She said, closing her eyes to wave at him.

"H-Hey." The young Avenger said, unknowingly waving back.

The three of them all faced each other when once again, the pair of Peters' Spider-Sense went off.

And it wasn't just them.

"Wait," Jedi Spider-man crouched down slightly to get on the girl's level. "Are you-"

"You're just like me!" The girl said with her eyes getting literal stars in them.

"Holy crap!" Avenger Peter said in astonishment. "Another Spider-Ma-Woman!"

"Girl." The young lady clarified. "I am still in middle school, ya know? I'm too young to be called Spider-Woman just yet."

Both Peter's chuckled slightly.

"I can't believe this." Avenger Peter murmured. "This day can't get any crazier."

"I know what you mean but do you usually reveal your secret identity so easily, or do you even keep it a secret?" The girl asked as she tapped her finger on her cheek inquisitively.

"GAH!" The one Peter buried his hands in his hair. "I wasn't supposed to say that in public! I didn't mean to say that here!"

"Well," Jedi Spider-man rubbed his head. "It's still a weird thing to consider for me. Where I come from it's not even a secret."

"...To be fair, just about everyone knows who I am too… but not back home-home." The New York Native Spider-man stated. "It's… it's still a weird thing for me."

The girl only hummed in a way that clearly indicated she wanted to say something.

"Well I'm Peni Parker," She cheerfully introduced herself. "Konichiwa! Hajimemashita yoroshuku?"

"What did she just say?" Asked the Force wielder, clearly not knowing the language.

"Oh cool, you're Japanese?" Avenger Peter asked, looking at his Jedi version. "That's a language back home in my universe."

"So are you twins?" Peni inquisitively asked, looking between them both.

"No." Both Peter's said at the same time.

"I'm from one universe. He's from another. But we're both named Peter Parker." Avenger Peter clarified. "And I'm guessing so are you."

"Umu!" she sounded out with a nod.

"...What?"

"She means yes." Avenger Peter said, shaking his head. "God, isn't this a tragedy? Your universe doesn't have anime."

Peni Parker gasped at this, looking at Jedi Spider-man with a forlorn expression, a comical tear running down her eye.

"You don't have that?" She wailed.

"What, what is it? Is it important or something?" Jedi Peter worriedly asked.

Metaphorical arrows pierced the Avenger and Japanese variants, having them stagger back.

"My heart."

"So uncultured."

"Guys, seriously, you're freakin' me out. What in the bantha fodder is Anime?"

"A cultural touchstone of society." Avenger Peter declared, Peni Parker matching his passion with her entire attire changing into that of a military uniform.

"We must educate you posthaste." She proclaimed, pointing a ruler at him that she pulled from her backpack.

"Uh…" Jedi Peter looked at them both strangely. "Don't we have more important things to do?"

"Yeah. Like what can you tell us about yourself?" Said the Avenger, getting a look from the Jedi counterpart.

Peni merely smiled. "Well…"

A comic book suddenly appeared and fell on top of the previous comic issues with the title "Peni Parker SP/ /dr" with Peni crouched on a red and blue robot.

"To quickly sum things up, I'm Peni Parker. The year was 3145 when I was bitten by a radioactive spider that I now share a psychic link with. He lives inside my father's mech and we're best friends forever!"

"Wait, mech?" Avenger Spider-Man appeared in one of the panels, cutting into the story and bringing it back into the universe they were in at this time. "What mech?"

"Oh right. He's hiding." Peni said. "Not the best time for a mechanized Spider to be wandering around this version of New York. And my presentation is lacking without him present."

"And… where would he be?" Jedi Spider-Man asked, looking around, seeing that the block they were on was relatively empty.

"Nearby, watching me."

"Really?"

The young Avenger soon spoke up. "Karen. Can you pinpoint anything unusual nearby?"

"Of course, Peter." She responded from his suit, startling the young school girl.

"Who was that?" Peni asked.

"Oh, that's Karen." Peter patted his chest where his spider-emblem was hidden beneath the shirt he wore. "She's my suit's AI."

"Wait. You have an AI?!" Peni's eyes morphed into one of literal stars, making Jedi Peter point at her silently, looking at his other counterpart to see if he wasn't the only one witnessing this bizarre phenomenon.

"Yeah."

"That's sooooo cool!"

"Thanks. Wait. You're from the year 3145. And you guys don't have AI?"

"We don't use them all that often. They're mostly military."

"Detected advanced technology above you." Said Karen.

Hearing this, Peni got a little peeved. "Would've liked for the little surprise, but I should introduce my friend." She then looked over and saw an alleyway. "Over here. I'll introduce you."

The two Peters followed after Peni into the secluded alley. Once getting to the middle of it, she came to a stop.

Shortly after, the two heard some mechanical sounds descending from above. Looking up, they saw something crawling down from the wall.

"YOOOOO!" Both Peter's said, now having stars of their own appear around their eyes.

"That's so awesome!" Avenger Peter exclaimed.

"Ya got that right!" Jedi Peter said, jumping from wall to wall to floor to examine the mech from all sides. "This reminds me of that mech world planet Master Obi-Wan and I wound up on with Master Skywalker and Ahsoka."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?!" Yelled the Avenger. "That's a planet where you're from?! Is it one in my universe? Oh god, please tell me it's in my universe."

It was a mech, but it wasn't massive per-say. It was large enough to house a person as apparent by the seat clearly visible at the mech's bulbous center. Soon enough, the blackened view port darkened considerably to show a pixelated LED face with eyes and mouth. Underneath the face was an angular spider insignia.

And it appeared the praise it was receiving from the two Spiders certainly made it happy to hear such a thing.

From there, the two saw it had a red and blue paint job with some light blue hard light connecting the limbs to the bulbous center. With it up close, it was perhaps twelve or fifteen feet tall with two long mechanical arms that ended in three claw-like appendages, along with a similar pair of supporting legs and feet.

"He's my best friend." Peni happily said, jumping on top of the mech and plopping herself down for a full-body hug. "Say hello to SP/ /dr."

"Spider?"

"No! SP/ /dr, spelled with two forward slashes." Peni stated with an annoyed expression.

"Right, Spider-"

"No, SP/ /dr."

"That's what I said."

"No you didn't."

"I said, Spider."

"No, it's not, you said Spider, not SP/ /dr."

"I know!"

"So then say it right!"

"I just did!"

"No you didn't!"

"What are you two arguing about?" Said the Jedi.

"How he's spelling SP/ /dr when he says it."

"I'm not because nobody thinks about that when they speak." Muttered the Avenger. "I'm just saying Spider."

Peni merely groaned. "Just spell it out in your head before you say it." She then pointed at him dramatically. "Do it or I won't forgive you!"

"Okay… fine… SP/ /dr."

"There."

"...That was needlessly complicated."

"But what about the spider who bit you?" Said the Jedi. "Didn't you say you have a telepathic link with it?"

"He co-pilot's the mech."

"He does?" Both Peters said in clear intrigue.

A compartment opened up in the mech and out jumped a spider, landing in Peni's hand and she held it up for her two variants to look at.

The pair of Peter's looked closely at the spider who was waving one of its legs at them in greeting.

"Huh, how bout that?" Jedi Parker remarked with a thoughtful hum.

"Aw man, I've always wanted a mech." Avenger Spider-Man said, giving the spider-mech another look over. "Maybe you can give me a few notes, Peni. Wouldn't mind seeing if I can make something like this back home now that Mr. Stark found his way to the galaxy we've been in."

"Mr. Stark? The robotics genius?"

"Oh sweet, you have your own?"

"He helped my dad build SP/ /dr." She happily answered. "He's even my mentor."

Jedi Peter rubbed his chin in thought. "Well, you may not have a mech but you got Simby, remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"Who's Simby?"

"His Klyntar buddy."

"Klyntar?" Peni repeated, clearly unfamiliar with the name.

At that moment, the Symbiote formed out of Peter's shoulder. The black substance formed its two white eyes in the center before a small little arm popped out to give a cute wave.

The others thought Peni would respond well in turn. However, she recoiled when seeing the Klyntar.

"AAAHHH! DON'T GET NEAR ME!" The middle schooler shrieked.

This jolted the two Peters with the Avenger voicing the obvious response. "What? Why?"

"HENTAI!" She cried out, hiding behind her mech that initiated battle mode, a saw-blade in one hand and a flamethrower ready in the other.

"Wait… what?!" Peter's eyes bulged.

"TENTACLE HENTAI! DESTROYER OF THE INNOCENT!"

The Jedi variant made a face. "What's hentai?"

The Avenger did not want to answer this. He now felt really dirty and the symbiote reflected this feeling, its expression morphing into that of discomfort and receding back into Peter's suit.

"Let's just… go…"

Time passed as night blanketed the city.

The three Spiders went around the city, conversing a bit on a number of things to pass the time; especially over dinner. One such detail was how they got into the present reality. Neither really knew the reason why, only the detail of them being sucked into a multi-colored portal before winding up here last night.

Eventually, they made their way to the cemetery where this world's Spider-Man was buried, right next to his Uncle Ben. A great many effects were placed there from balloons, photos, flowers, teddy bears, greeting cards to various candles that have finally died out. It was a touching site to show how much people cared for New York's well-known hero.

"I just… I still can't get over this." Avenger Peter said. "This universe has no Spider-Man now. So… who's gonna protect this New York now?"

"Someone has to step up, right?" Peni said with a hopeful look.

"Easier said than done." Jedi Peter commented, going down to one knee before the grave. "This is just messed up. How did he even die?"

"Reports stated his body was found, badly beaten." Came Karen's response. "It was in Brooklyn."

"Well since we're here, already got a head start on the location." The Queens native stated. "Now we just gotta figure out the rest of the myste-GAH!"

The three of them began to violently glitch for a few seconds before it subsided.

"Ok, that one hurt." Avenger Peter moaned out.

"They all do." Jedi Peter groaned, clutching his stomach, looking over to Peni who had fallen to the snowy ground and was curled up. "Peni." He went over to her. "Peni, are you alright?"

"I'd be lying if I said I was fine." She hissed out. "Been experiencing them since arriving here."

"Same here." Said the Force wielder.

The Avenger gave a questionable response. "Actually I've been feeling those before coming to this reality."

This got curious looks from the others.

"More questions, I know." Avenger Peter grimaced. "Come on, let's not stick around here."

Firing off their respective web lines, the trio swung away from the graveyard.

If they stuck around longer, they would've run into some other people who were just like them.

Once swinging to the nearest building where SP/ /dr was kept, they planned their next course of action.

"Where should we go now?" Jedi Peter asked.

His two counterparts were silent for a moment until the other Peter spoke up.

"Maybe Aunt May." He suggested. "At the funeral, she talked about knowing her version of Peter being Spider-Man.

"But should we?" His Force-Wielding variant countered. "That's… I can't imagine what she might go through seeing a younger version of her nephew a few days after her own died here."

"Where else can we go?" Asks Peni. "She may be the only other person to know what may have led to the other Peter's death."

"It's a stretch, but better one destination rather than nothing." Avenger Peter stated.

"Guess we have no choice for now." Jedi Peter muttered. "Alright, lead the way."

Just before they could get any further…

"Peter."

"Yeah, Karen?"

"I'm picking up an unusual police report." The AI revealed.

Her host tilted his head at that. "Why are you doing that?"

"You mentioned that this New York has no Spider-Man to protect it. So I've been keeping an eye out to see how long it'll be before some people want to commit crimes without Spider-Man around."

Sound logic. "What's this unusual report you picked up on?"

Instead of voicing it, Karen pulled up the police chatter.

"We have possible vandals at Peter Parker's gravesite." Spoke one police officer. "They're fleeing the scene."

"That doesn't sound unusual." Jedi Peter commented.

"Looks like a child dressed like Spider-Man dragging a homeless corpse behind a train."

"...Nevermind."

"I'll go check that out. I'll meet you two at Aunt May's place." Avenger Peter shouted at the two, pivoting back in the direction of where the graveyard was.

"Wait, what? What about us? We don't know where to go!" Jedi Spider-Man shouted.

"I sent the coordinates to Peni."

"You did? How did you-"

"Got 'em! Thanks Karen."

"Oh."

"I'll see you guys later!"

Without another word, The young Avenger took off with a leap and web swing as the black suit formed around him.

Once back at the graveyard, he took note of the metro-train bridge and looked both ways.

"Kid with a homeless corpse, kid with a homeless corpse, kid with a-" He kept repeating that until he saw a train go by with someone in a spider suit that was clearly two sizes too small dragging what looked like a homeless corpse attached to a web line.

It was really comedic seeing this happen. Seeing them crash and bash against many cars, making the teen observing all this wince at every impact he saw.

"Huh… that's a new one." Peter said to himself, quickly pursuing the pair.

"Who are you?!/Who are you?!"

"Why are you trying to kill me?!"

"I'm not! I'm trying to save you!"

Next thing Peter saw, the two crashed into a light pole, a snowman and flailing in the air before crashing into a bus, skidding along the side. Once that all occurred, the metro train came to a slow stop, arriving at one of the stations.

Soon enough, the webline keeping the two in the air twirled and snapped, having them fall to the ground.

"Hey, maybe you guys can go around?" Said one of the fallen, who turned out to be a teenager. "Alright. Thanks, New York."

Peter observed all this and shook his head with a sigh. "Yeah, that's New York for ya." He snorted. "Guess somethings never change regardless of the universe. Boy, I've missed seeing this."

Instead of dropping down to greet them, he decided to keep an eye on them as the one teenager dragged the "homeless corpse" away.

He trailed after them, watching the teen get the "corpse" into an apartment building, stringing him up to a punching bag.

"Now this will be rather interesting to witness."

Nearly a minute passed before he heard a conversation take place inside the apartment.

"You're like me."

"I got some questions." Said the kid with the Halloween costume two sizes too small.

At that moment, the "homeless" man began struggling against his restraints. When he stopped trying to free himself, the kid pulled up his mask to reveal he was of African descent. Probably a year or two younger than the young Avenger. Hard to tell.

"Why do you look like Peter Parker?" The teen interrogated.

Looking from outside, the young Avenger widened his eyes when taking note of the "homeless" man. Despite the lighting, he did look like this world's counterpart.

Just far more older, with a five o'clock shadow, brown hair instead of blonde with several gray streaks. And really, really defeated. Physically yeah, but also emotionally. Maybe even had his soul crushed. How long was this version of him Spider-Man? And what happened to make him like that?

"Because I am Peter Parker." The older Peter said.

"Then why aren't you dead? And why is your hair different? Why are you older? And why is your body… a different shape?" The Teen in the small costume probed.

"Pretty sure you just called me fat." Old Peter deadpanned.

"No… no, just-"

"You don't look so hot either, kid. Most superheroes don't wear their own merch."

'Mr. Stark would say otherwise.' Thought the Space Avenger as he continued to watch the proceedings.

"Are you a ghost?"

"No."

"Are you a zombie?"

"Stop it."

"Am I a zombie?"

"You're not even close."

"Are you from another dimension? Like a parallel universe where things are like this universe but different? An-And your Spider-Man in that universe? But somehow traveled to this universe, but you don't know how?"

"...Wow. That was really just a guess?" The old Peter flatly asked.

'Huh, so being a genius really is a prerequisite to being a Spider-man.' The Avenger outside thought to himself.

"We learned about it in physics."

"Quantum Theory."

"This is amazing!" Cheered the young teen. "You can teach me like Peter said he would."

"Before he died."

"Yeah. Exactly."

From outside, Peter could only blink in confusion.

'Peter said he would?' Thought the Avenger. 'Did he know this world's Peter in a way?'

"Look, I made a promise to him."

The older Peter merely laughed as he kept spinning around. "Here's lesson number one, kid." When he was not exactly seen by the kid, he resumed. "Don't watch the mouth, watch the hands."

To prove his point, his arms were suddenly free from their restraints. Said restraints fell onto the floor as the older Peter was now free. He then kicked the punching bag, knocking the teen to the far-off wall who yelped upon impact.

"Peter, seriously-"

*TWHIP*

A web ball smacked the kid's mouth, silencing him.

Seeing the older variant coming to the apartment window, the young Avenger crawled away and stayed hidden and continued to watch things through.

"Trust me, kid. This'll all make you a better Spider-Man."

The "homeless" Peter crouched on the fire escape, and aimed his arm to fire off a webline. Just when he was about to swing away, he began glitching for a few moments. He fell from the air and crashed onto the fire escape a few floors down.

He wasn't the only one to see this as the kid witnessed it as well.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The older variant groaned. "No, I'm not."

"What's going on with your body?"

"I don't think my atoms are real jazzed about being in the wrong dimension." Was the older Peter's response before glitching out once more. Getting back onto his feet, he hissed in pain. "Look, I'm not looking for a side gig as a Spider-Man coach. I got a lot going on in my dimension."

"With great power comes great-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Warned the older Peter. "Don't do it! I'm sick of it."

The man was about to take off when he went on the fritz.

Yet something unexpected happened as not only he glitched out, but so did the other kid. This clearly surprised them both and the hidden Spider-Man watching all of this.

"Wait… why are you glitching out?" The older Spider-Man asked. "Aren't you from here?"

"Uh, yeah, well… I was there when Kingpin used his Collider and… I dunno, I've been glitching out just now." The teen explained with uncertainty. "I don't know why. It's been a weird few days."

"Huh… ok, yeah, this just got way more complicated than I originally thought." Said the older Peter. "Look, if you want any advice, stay as a normal kid."

"I can't exactly do that with me glitching out like you." Came the curt response.

"Alright, good counter-argument." Old Pete muttered.

"Kingpin's got a supercollider. He's trying to kill me."

"Wait. What did you just say?"

"Kingpin's trying to kill me."

"Who cares about that?" The one Peter said nonchalantly. "Where's the collider?"

"Brooklyn. Under Fisk Tower."

Just like that, "homeless" Peter took a U-turn and walked down the wall. "Goodbye."

"Where you going?"

"When it runs again, I'll jump in and get back to my life." Old Peter plainly said.

"What about me? I need to be shown how to be Spider-Man. And fix my glitch!"

"Don't know how to help that, kid-"

"My name's Miles."

"Whatever."

"You can't let them run it. I'm supposed to destroy it so it never runs again or everyone's gonna die."

"Or everyone's gonna die." Old Pete scoffs dismissively. "That is what they always say. But there's always a little bit of time before everybody dies," he then flipped off the wall and landed on the car roof, "and that's when I do my best work."

Miles then skidded down the brick wall a bit more, pulling out what looked like a USB drive. "Aren't you gonna need this?"

"Aw, you have a goober. Give it."

"Wait, no. Not so fast. He called it an override key."

"There's always a bypass key, a virus key, a who-cares key, I can never remember, so I always call it a goober. Give it."

'Huh… that sounds rather simple.' Thought the hidden Avenger in the shadows. 'Should make a mental note of that.'

"I need it to destroy the collider."

"I need it to go home."

With that, Miles put the goober in his mouth. "I'll swallow it."

"Don't play with me."

"What?"

"I said-"

*TWHIP*

Old Pete yanked the goober out of Miles' mouth.

"The collider created a portal that brought me here."

"And I have to get-"

"Did you break this?" Hobo-Peter asks, once taking noticed the damaged state of the device.

"No, it… broke." The teen lamely defended.

The older and younger Parker variants looked at Miles with a look that practically screamed 'bullshit'.

Finally Miles relents. "I don't remember how it-"

Old Pete groaned, facepalming and began muttering to himself. "See, this is why I never had kids."

"Can't we make another one?"

"We can't do anything. Thanks to you, I have to re-steal what your guy stole from Alchemax and make another one of these." Old Pete says before tossing the goober and having it fall, only for Miles to leap and catch it before it broke any further.

'Alchemax?' The Avenger thought, seeing his older variant walk up the wall. 'What's Alchemax?'

"If I don't turn off the collider after you leave, everyone in this city, my parents, my uncle and millions of others, will die. And you're just gonna go home and leave me here to figure this out for myself? You good with that, Spider-Man?"

From his vantage point, the young Parker gave a nod as he can see Miles was wanting to take this responsibility seriously as opposed to Old Peter.

He saw the older variant get onto the roof before turning back and looking down to see Miles crouching down in tired defeat.

"What are you doing?"

"Making you feel guilty." Miles admitted, peeking out from his arms. "Is it working?"

"How could it-? No. Look at me. Does it look like it's working?" Old Pete stressed out. "No. No, it's not-" He released a sigh, chuckling soon after as if Miles failed to convince him.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case as Old Pete shoved his face into his arm and released a muffled yell.

From what young Peter and Miles could get from all of this, they heard Old Pete say "No! No! No! Do not let him win!"

A moment later, Old Pete focused back on Miles, showing a form of defeat.

"Alright, kid. You win." Said the older variant. "Now, before we do anything else, do you know any good places to eat? Haven't eaten a thing since yesterday."

Before Miles could voice a response-

"I do."

-someone beat him to it.

"GAH!"

They both made dramatic fighting poses at the new voice.

Looking over, they saw the younger Spider-Man give a sheepish wave. "Hey guys." He pulled Klyntar-morphed jacket aside to reveal his suit beneath it. "No need to explain who I am, do I?"

*Spider-sense*

*Spider-sense*

The other Spider-variants got the tingle of sensing who this person was exactly.

"Whoa~ you're also Spider-Man?" The other teen said in astonishment.

"And a younger version." The grizzled, older counterpart noted. "How long have you been at this?"

"Close to two years now that I think about it. Been over a year since I left my New York. Lots to talk about but first things first, you said you were hungry?"

Next thing the young Avenger knew, he was at a pretty good diner where his older variant was chowing down on a burger in front of him and Miles.

"Oh man, I love this place." Said with a satisfied moan as he practically devoured the burger in three bites. "This place has the absolute best burgers. It closed down like six years ago back in my universe. I never knew why."

Though he was unimpressed with his initial meeting of the older variant of the Wall Crawler, Miles did find a renewed sense of excitement upon meeting another Spider-Man closer to his age.

"This is crazy." Morales said, unable to hide a measure of giddiness. "I can't believe I'm meeting two Spider-Men in one day! So the multiverse theory, all of it-"

"Yeah, it's real, and it's just as insane as you think." Young Peter said. "Hang on, gotta contact other me and Peni."

"Other you? Peni?" Older Peter parroted. "There are others?"

"Yeah, me, another version of me in space which is like me but not exactly, he was born there where I was just sent there and then there's an anime school girl Spider-girl with a mech and-"

"Ok, ok, ok," The veteran Spider-Man interrupted. "Let's hit the brakes there for a sec. What's your story?"

Ten minutes later…

"Jesus, kid, a war." Old Peter muttered.

"In space?" Miles said in disbelief.

"It's still ongoing." Young Peter stated. "I gotta get back home too. I'm needed there."

"Ok, that's a bit intense." The older Spider-Man commented. "Now, what's this about other Spider-People being here?"

"There are two others." Young Peter said, holding up two fingers. "I sent them to Aunt May's place to see if there was anything that she knows that could help us since this universe's May knew Peter was Spider-Man."

"Two more." Miles whispered in amazement.

"There could be even more for all we know." The Avenger stated. "Since now there are four variations of us running around in this universe, there might be others."

"Urgh, it can never be simple, can it." Old Pete bemoaned. "Ok, so two more to deal with and theoretically more that we haven't run into yet. Ok, this is good, this is fine. It's not like I'm not used to added stress, no, not me. No siree."

"Do you always talk to yourself like that?" Morales asked.

"You will too once you start doing this properly." Veteran Spider-Man flatly stated.

"Yeah, I'm kinda doing that already." Young Peter sheepishly admitted.

"Therapy." Miles said to himself. "I'm gonna need therapy, aren't I?"

"Your therapy is this gargoyle in Manhattan named Jim, real good listener." Old Peter said with certainty.

"Before I warped into space, mine was Bruce." Said the Avenger.

"You're not gonna be a good Spider-Coach, are you?" Miles dejectedly said. "Is there anything useful you can tell me right now?"

"Yeah, first things first, disinfect the mask weekly. Web-swinging, fighting baddies, sewer travel, all that is gonna gunk it up and make it smell. Good for hygiene. Also baby powder, lots of it otherwise you'll chaff every day and that's a no-no." Older Spider-Man said.

"Anything else?" Miles deadpanned.

"No, that covers the important bits." Old Peter said.

"Dude, really?" Young Peter couldn't help but say this.

"Oh yeah, groin guard." The veteran tacked on. "Rides right up there along with the occasional wedgie if you don't suit up properly. And some baddies occasionally hit there to throw off your game. Or the very awkward landings and collisions."

The young Avenger face planted slightly. "Not really giving us Spiders a good name."

"Don't judge, I've been at this for twenty-two years. You'll get there."

"What a ringing endorsement." Miles and Peter said at the same time.

A diner employee soon dropped off the check on the table. Old Pete halted and looked at the teens.

"You have money, right? I'm not very liquid right now."

"Yeah. Being homeless looking."

"I'm not homeless, you know. I warped here rather suddenly before I got ready for the day. Didn't have time to get my wallet."

"I got it." The Avenger grumbled, pulling out his wallet and placing down some bills.

"Hey, you got allowance money."

"Yeah… allowance money, let's go with that."

"...Why doesn't that fill me with confidence?"

"Do you want the meal paid for or not?"

Old Peter threw up his hands. "Alright, alright, no judgment from here."

"Can we focus?" Miles pleaded.

"Mm-hm. Sure."

"My Peter-"

"You gonna eat that?" Old Pete didn't wait for a response, essentially stealing the other burger from Miles' tray and eating it. "I'm listening."

"My Peter said he was gonna show me the ropes." Morales stated.

"Did he? That's cool. How'd that turn out?"

"Dude, seriously?/...Seriously?" Miles and Peter asked at the same time.

"How jaded are you?" The latter inquired.

"Very, apparently." The former commented.

"Oh God, is this really what I'm gonna turn into?" Young Peter said with creeping dread.

"Uh-huh-uh-huh. Look up where Alchemax is." The Older Spider-Man said dismissively.

Miles did just that, pulling out his phone to get the organization's location.

"A private technological campus in Hudson Valley, New York." Said the kid from Brooklyn. He then let loose a gasp. "You can teach me to swing on the way there." Said Miles, soon voicing out sounds akin to the signature *THWIPS*.

This merely got Old Pete to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"I'm not gonna swing my way all over to Hudson Valley. Not after a hearty burger breakfast." Was his response before Old Pete rose up from the seat. "We'll take a bus. Keep your legs fresh. You'll thank me both later."

It was from here they took a bus labeled 'Hudson Valley Explorer' which was heading to their destination. The Avenger had to buy them tickets for obvious reasons.

On the way there…

"So you actually have a team of other superheroes helping you out?" Old Peter asked. "Jesus, where were they all my life?"

"You don't have the Avengers in your universe too?" Young Peter asked.

"What's the Avengers? Are they like a band?" Morales asked.

"A band of Earth's Mightiest Heroes." The Avenger said. "Though if anyone would be part of a band, it'd either be Mr. Stark in a cover band of his favorite artists or Wanda and Pietro. She can play guitar and Pietro's good on drums."

"And one of them is a literal God?" Miles asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, Thor. We thought he was a myth and now we study him in physics."

"Huh. Okay, I've only heard some of those guys but they either never became heroes, died in the past century or they operate elsewhere. And Wanda and Pietro? Maximoff, right? The mutants?"

"Mutants?" Miles parroted.

Young Peter piped in. "Mutants? Guys like them and I are called enhanced. Why are they called mutants?"

"It's a whole thing back on my reality. Very… complicated and leave it at that." Old Peter said. "Just know that if you ever run into a guy named Logan, make sure you never loan him money. You'll never get that back."

"Is there a story behind that?" Morales asked.

"He's the worst drunk ever. And he hardly gets drunk unless he gets the extremely hard stuff that can make the Hulk tipsy."

"Oh, you have a Hulk?"

"Yeah, Bruce, he and I go back."

"What's a Hulk?"

Once exiting their stop, the trio of Spider-Men took a bit of a walk. Once a good distance away from the Alchemax facility, they were quick to change.

Whilst Avenger Peter had his full suit on him, older Peter had to settle for going barefoot with sweatpants and only the top portion of his suit. The rest of his outfit disappeared on him during his travel to the present universe.

And as for Miles, who still wore the Halloween costume…

"And that's a no on the cape." Older Peter said.

"I think it's cool."

"Idea somewhat works, but doesn't mesh with you quite well." Said young Pete.

The older variant snatched the yellow blanket and ripped it off. "Take that off. It's disrespectful. Spider-Man doesn't wear a cape. Where'd you even get that?"

Miles groaned a little with a hidden pout before noticing the teen Parker didn't change at all yet.

"Are you gonna suit up?"

The young Avenger merely smiled, having the symbiote morph around him.

"...That is so cool." Miles muttered.

"Why thank you." Young Peter smugly said.

"You look really sleek." Morales said in admiration. "Good color."

The Symbiote extended a tendril that made a hand motion of "Oh, stop, you're embarrassing me."

But the sight of the symbiote wasn't met with multiversal appreciation.

Older Pete eyed the black suit with a weary look. "Uh… You sure that thing's safe?"

"Simby is totally safe." Young Peter assured him.

The veteran Spider-Man took a moment to absorb the name he just heard. "You named him Simby?"

"Yeah, why?"

"...You are so not creative, are you?" Old Peter commented.

"Why do some people keep saying that?" Young Peter said, throwing his arms up in annoyance.

"I think it's hereditary." Said Miles.

"No it's not." Chorused the two Peters.

Focusing back on the task at hand, the trio of Spider-Men eyed the facility.

"So how do we retrace my Peter's steps?" Said Miles.

"That's a good question." Said Old Peter, crouching down behind the large boulder with the others. "What would I do if I were me?"

Miles mirrored Older Peter with a pondering pose. The younger Parker gave his older counterpart a look.

"...Is that a rhetorical question?"

"Yes. You're catching on, mini-me." Said Old Spider-Man before snapping his fingers. "Got it. Step one: I infiltrate the lab-"

"We infiltrate the lab." The Avenger stressed out.

"Okay, we infiltrate the lab. Two: Find the head scientist's computer."

"That lady with the bike is the head scientist." Said Miles, earning a look from the two Parkers. "I saw her in this documentary sponsored by Alchemax."

"Cool! Step three: I reexamine my personal biases."

"Why?"

"Do I really need to give you a reason?"

"Yes."

Older Pete ignored his younger variant as he resumed plan-making. "Step four: I hack the computer."

"It's not technically hacking." Miles chimed in.

"Not now." Peter waved off in the comic panel conveying his thought process. "I just lost my train of thought."

"Or I can have Karen bypass the system and get the data quicker once there."

"Wait, who's Karen?"

"That would be me."

"Wait, who's that sexy female lady voice?"

"I have an AI."

"...You not only have an alien suit that doesn't want to kill you but a freakin' AI?" Older Pete groaned out, grasping the sides of his head. "What the hell is up with your universe?"

"Dude, I'm in the middle of a war, I need all the help I can get. And what was that about an alien suit trying to kill me?"

"I said doesn't try to kill you and it's not important."

"Sounds important to me."

Old Pete ignored his counterpart and focused more on a new variable on hand. "Uh, Karen, right? Could you actually hack this scientist's computer from here?"

"I, unfortunately, cannot. The built system is closed off. I must be plugged in remotely to do so."

"Right… Step five: Download the important stuff. I'll know… and probably your AI will know when we see it. Step six: I grab a bagel from the cafeteria and run."

"Why a bagel?"

"Bagels are tasty and delicious."

"...Won't argue on that."

Miles held up a finger. "And where do I fit in all this?"

"Step seven: You stay here. You're the lookout. Very important."

This got an annoyed response from the Brooklyn teen.

"Oh c'mon!" Groaned Miles, slamming his fist on the boulder.

*CRACK*

Looking at it, he saw the large piece of earth break apart and slide over.

"That's new." He remarked.

"Yeah. You'll need to do a lot of strength training to keep that in check." Older Spider-Man quipped.

"How bad is it?" Morales asked, looking at his hand and then back at the cracked boulder.

This got Old Peter to recall a time back in high school when he first got his powers. He punched his bully across the hallway, which caused him to have several broken bones in the process.

"It can be gratifying… but also have some serious consequences when ya don't pull your punches." Older Spider-Man stated as he began doing some stretches. "Only save going all out when it's an absolute must. Ok, let's go."

"Seriously. What about me?" The Spider-Man in training asked. "I can't just stay back here and wait for you two."

Before older Peter could answer, the young Avenger answered for them.

"Just follow us and watch our backs and… watch what we do. Or improvise."

"Improvise?" Miles repeated, not sure if he heard that correctly.

"Yeah, that's how we usually do it." The Older Spider-Man admitted. "We'll quiz you later, now come on."

"Are you sure about-"

"Next lesson Miles, we're usually never sure about most things." Young Peter cut him off. "What is sure is we gotta just go out there and Do or Do Not. There is… a lot of trial and error, really."

Miles gave the other teen a bland look. "That doesn't fill me with a lot of confidence."

"It seldom does." The Avenger said before grabbing Miles and swinging off towards Alchemax.

Once getting onto the roof, the trio began making their way into the ventilation shaft. It was a tight fit for them, but they had to crawl through the narrow air ducts to their eventual destination.

"I swear these are normally bigger."

"Or it's just you being oddly shaped."

Old Spidey looked back with a narrowed glance. "How much were you listening to last night?"

The white lenses curved upward to mirror a joking smile. "All of it."

Hobo-Spidey released a groan before looking further back where the trainee was at.

"Look, Miles, maybe you should just go back and-"

"No, no way." Morales adamantly said. "I can't let another Spider-Man just die without doing anything again, I just can't."

He saw the older Peter staring at him wordlessly.

"What?"

"Most people I meet in the workplace try to kill me, so… you're a nice change of pace." The veteran Spider-Man admitted. "Move up, talk if you see anything."

Miles' eyes conveyed relief and gratitude at being trusted in this capacity. He moved on with Older Pete hanging back just as his younger self came up next to him.

"You sure it was a good idea to bring him along?" The veteran Spider-Man asked his younger variant.

"Better than leaving him outside."

"Yeah, but he's not exactly experienced in any of this."

"Were you? Were we?"

His elder variant gave him a look and though his mask was on, the younger Parker had a pretty good idea as to what the expression was right now.

"Guys." Miles whispered aloud, on the other side of a vent. "Over here, Fisk is down there."

The two Spider-Men crawled up to the vent Miles was at and they looked down in the room below.

"Mr. Fisk! Look at this data."

Looking through the ventilation shaft, the trio saw the one scientist. She looked rather hipster in appearance with her tied-back poofy hair, nerdy glasses, the blue and purple dress underneath the lab coat and the colorful scarf around her neck.

And the person she was addressing to-

"That's your Kingpin?!" Young Peter whispered in shock. "Dude, what's in the food of your reality? Supersize me to that size."

"Yeah. He's hulkin'." Older Peter murmured, thrown by the proportions of this villain. "Big boned won't exactly cut it."

"Looks more like a whale."

Indeed. Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin, was quite large in this reality. Rather intimidating, actually. Several feet larger and wider than what the other two Spider-Men were used to… somewhat.

While the Hobo-Spidey met and fought his Kingpin a good number of times, the Avenger never interacted with his own. The only way he knew of Kingpin was through stories from his Daredevil.

Beside Wilson Fisk was a man who was stark gray skin and white hair in a suit. Miles knew this man as Tombstone.

"I know you can't really understand it, but these are really good numbers." Said the hipster scientist as she began typing away on the computer.

While the Hobo-Spidey watched her fingers through the reflection of the office window for her password, the Avenger took notice of what soon displayed on the monitor.

While these could pass off as really cool art pieces, he had to remember these weren't.

He recalled when he and the others were exploring New York, there were these odd structures appearing on the Brooklyn Bridge, at Times Square and a corner near Fisk Tower that resembled some Banksy art piece.

"Mr. Fisk. If we fire again this week there could be a black hole under Brooklyn." The scientist pointed towards the images with an excited, yet worried expression. "See these? These are multiple dimensions beginning to crash into each other."

"This is pretty standard Spider-Man stakes. You get used to it." Said the Hobo-variant. "Watch this. He's gonna say: You have twenty-four hours."

On cue…

"You have twenty-four hours." Kingpin warned the scientist.

In the vent, Old Spider-Man winked at the teens, the two huffing in amusement before they resumed listening in on the conversation.

"What this means is there could be a rupture in the space-time continuum."

"That sounds bad." Young Peter said.

"Oh~, yeah, yeah, that is bad, very bad. Forget everything I just said, this just became more serious than I realized." Older Spider-Man admitted.

They watched as Kingpin with his Tombstone henchmen left the office with the poofy-haired woman following after the pair.

"- don't understand, there is something else that came about when we turned on the Collider. When Osborn shoved Spider-man in there-"

The conversation became muffled as the doors to the office closed, the scientist having followed Fisk into the hallway.

With them out of the office, Hobo-Spidey quickly swung down and began typing away on the computer.

"Hold on. Let me get you some more data." Said the head scientist as she tried to reason with her boss.

Back in the office, Old Pete still typed away on the computer. He was almost done with the password when he noticed Miles was hanging off of the hexagonal light fixture.

"What are you doing?" Older Peter asked.

"He's/I'm stuck." Voiced the teens.

"I can see that." The Adult in the room said. "Just unstick."

"I can't, I don't know how." Miles said, trying to free his hands.

"Then how were you able to walk on the walls?" The Avenger asked.

"I just did. And it was more of me barely hanging on, remember?"

"Then do that?"

"I can't."

"We don't have time. Just let go. Be in the moment."

"I am in the moment. It's a terrible moment."

"Clearly you can't work under pressure all that well." The young Parker noted.

"You think!" Miles hissed.

As the Avenger tried to keep the trainee calm, they heard the conversation outside continue.

"-I'm not refusing, sir-"

"No more excuses." Fisk interrupted.

"I just need more time. There is another element at play right now that can seriously affect the Collider."

Back inside the office.

"They're right there. They're gonna see you." Older Peter wildly gestured to them.

"Miles, to unstick, just relax. What do you do to relax?" Young Pete asked.

"Relax… Relax…"

When realizing his own method of relaxing, Miles… began to hum and mutter out his favorite song… rather loudly.

"Oh for crying out loud."

"For the love of Thor, will you just shush!"

Just as the Avenger said that, Miles freed himself and fell on the table with an audible, hard-to-miss crash.

"...Oh c'mon." The young Queens native said, dragging a hand down his face.

"Teenagers are the worst."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Came the offended question.

"You'll know when you're older, mini-me." Was the adult's response.

"You were a teenager too when you started." Was the teen's retort.

"You're right, and I hated it."

Soon the Peters were quick to recall the mess Miles made. No doubt someone would've heard this, like Fisk and the head scientist if they haven't left the floor already.

When they were about to grab Miles and hide…

"Where'd he go?" The Older Peter asked.

"I don't know. Did he pull a Batman on us?" The Symbiote Spider-Man asked.

"Who's Batman?"

"...I… I don't know how to process that." Young Peter then whipped his head around when hearing the trainee. "Miles? You're still here?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Where'd you go?" The other Teen asked.

"I'm right here." Miles insisted.

"Where? We can't see ya." Older Peter stated.

"I'm right in front of you."

"Wait… no way." Young Spider-Man said in realization.

"Can Spider-Man turn invisible?" Miles asked in astonishment.

"Not in my universe."

"Same in mine… I think." Muttered the Avenger. "Can I turn invisible?"

He got a mental shrug from Simby in response.

"Ok, bummer."

"This is incredible." Older Peter prodded with his finger, a ripple coming from where Miles stood.

"You just poked me in my eye." The teen complained.

"It must be some kind of fight or flight thing."

"What's that?"

Footsteps could be heard from outside. Looking over, they saw the head scientist was returning.

"Crap. We gotta bail."

Looking back at Miles, he disappeared once more.

"...Remember this password: D-G-F-A-M-P-E-S-A-N-D-4-$-3-5-8-7-6-5-3-4-5-4-5-3-5."

"What?" Was all Miles was able to say.

"Download the schematic… while I turn on the charm."

"How the hell can you remember all that?" The Avenger questioned. "That's too long of a damn password."

"One that is strongly used and suggested."

"Too complicated if you ask me."

"Urgh, just let Karen do it."

"Too late."

Just as the scientist entered the room, the symbiote wearer was out of sight and hanging off from the ceiling.

'Oh, you did not just do that to me.' Older Peter internally thought.

"Spider-Man?" Said a female voice.

Focusing on the office entrance, Hobo-Spidey saw the scientist's gob smacked look.

"Yeah, that's me." Older Peter suavely said.

"Okay, I kinda freaking out right now. You're supposed to be dead." She said, going right up to the man.

"Surprise." Peter lamely said, the woman getting right in his personal bubble.

"Wow," Without warning she pulled his mask up, much to Peter's surprise.

"Alright, alright, that's a no-no." He hurriedly said.

"This is fascinating." She said, grabbing him by his cheeks and moving his head from side to side.

"Okay, that's my face."

"An entirely different Peter Parker." She said as she kept inspecting him. "Little bit of a gut, perhaps from dimensional warping."

"Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah. I was way flatter before I warped."

Young Peter watched all this with a shake of his head.

'Can this lady be any more handsy?' He thought to himself. 'It looks like she's gonna do a literal dissection of him any moment now.'

Looking over, the Space Avenger saw Miles having a hard time on figuring out the last sequence of the password. Frustrated, he flipped the monitor around.

"What was the rest?" Miles whispered aloud.

Seeing this, Hobo-Pete gave a response while trying to be a bit flirtatious while the scientist was all handsy. "Wow. How old are you? 'Cuz you don't look like a day over 35!"

'...Smooth, Pete.' Young Parker thought blandly. 'What a way to somewhat blow Miles' cover. Then again, she's too focused on you right now.'

Once getting past the login page, Miles saw…

"Damn. Organize your desktop, lady."

There were… so many files all over the place. It was a complete digital mess.

"This might pinch a little."

Old Pete was then shoved into a chair… which suddenly shot out clamps to hold him in place.

This alarmed the two Parkers while Miles was more focused on trying to search through the files to find what they were there for.

"Is this necessary?"

"I know. I just need to get these samples." The woman said.

"You could've just asked."

"Where's the fun in that?"

She ignored the perplexed look Old Pete had given her as she shoved a stick into his mouth and collected a saliva sample. Taking it to an advanced scope in her nearby workstation, she saw his cells began degrading at a rapid pace.

"Wow. Just complete cellular decay." The head scientist noted. "I've never seen anything like this."

As the hipster woman inspected her findings, the two Peters saw the invisible Miles take the monitor and computer station from the desk.

"What are you doing?" The two Peters practically whispered aloud in chorus.

"I'm taking the whole thing." Miles responded as quietly as possible and luckily went unheard as the scientist was so absorbed in looking over Old Pete's decaying cells.

"-And obviously you've been glitching."

The Peters focused back on the scientist in the room.

"Glitchin'? No. Why would you even say that?"

On point, the two Peters began fritzing in their place. While the Older variant was seated and confined, the Avenger had to keep himself in place on the ceiling and not risk exposing himself. Luckily for Miles, he didn't glitch out at all.

"If you stay in this dimension too long, your body is gonna disintegrate." The scientist said evenly. "Do you know how painful that would be, Peter Parker?"

"I… don't know."

"You can't imagine." She leaned forward with a curious look. "And I for one," She then became more serious as she leaned on her knees, looking at the older Spider-Man straight in the eye. "Can't wait to watch."

Every Spider in the room froze, Miles looking back at the woman whilst the younger Peter felt his Spider-Sense begin to go off.

"What did you say your name was again?" Old Peter nervously asked.

"Dr. Olivia Octavius." She replied, standing up from her chair.

The moment she did so, she discarded her uniform and the rest of her clothing to reveal a much more technologically advanced bodysuit hiding underneath it and from her back came four, rubber-like, four-pronged tentacles, one of which placed green shades over her glasses.

Another immediately grabbed old Peter by the neck, slamming his confined form as he released a pained grunt.

"And I guess your friends call you Doc Ock?" He managed out.

"My friends call me Liv, actually." The Woman said, tightening her glove. "My enemies call me Doc Ock."

More pressure was applied yet it was relieved immediately when Young Spider-Man had enough of watching and dropped from the ceiling kicking Octavius away.

Old Peter instantly kicked up, firing a web at the control panel to the office door.

"Go kid, we'll take care of this." The veteran Spider-Man said.

"You didn't tell me you brought a friend, Peter." Doc Ock said, only to get a web glob to the face.

"Who is this lady?!" Young Peter exclaimed.

"Doc Ock." Old Peter said. "Just one of my many, many bad guys."

"Many bad guys? We have bad guys?" The Avenger asked.

"Too many to count, will tell you all about them later." Hobo-Spidey responded before giving his younger counterpart an inquiry. "You don't have a rogues gallery?"

"I'm busy in the middle of fighting in a galactic war." Avenger Spidey countered.

"Oh~ I can't wait to dissect you both." Glee came Doc Ock's voice, both Spider-Men being shoved hard into the glass walls of the office by her tentacles.

"Jeez, she's got the mad scientist theme down pat."

"Is this a younger you?" Olivia said with sadistic astonishment.

"You're having creepy stalker vibes who want to violate a young boy. I need an adult."

"Hang on Peter!" Came the response from the older Spider-Man.

Meanwhile, Miles was running with the computer monitor and desktop, watching the fight in the office transpire.

"Go on, kid." Older Pete said, getting slammed into one of the glass walls, being freed thanks to his younger variant kicking Ock back. "Everything is fine!"

As Miles ran away, he crashed into someone and dematerialized. Giving a quick apology, he ran past the blonde person he knocked over, not realizing he would've known her right away.

Needing to give them some space as they were crashing through several walls, the young Avenger whipped his arm out and had his suit form a large tendril to smack the offending ones away. He then used his other one to form a blade to cleave through some thrown furniture.

"Whoa~" The Hobo-Spidey said in amazed appreciation. "You have that good amount of control?"

"We do it on instinct." The Avenger said.

"Now that's an unfair advantage." Doc Ock growled out.

"Oh, and having four additional arms isn't?" Young Peter fired back.

She charged forward, two of her tentacles managing to grab onto the Spiders.

Coming out from Young-Spidey's back, several tendrils shot out and grappled with Ock's own.

"Anything you could do, I could do better."

"We gonna sing now, kid?"

"Don't tempt me." Young Spider-Man shot back, Simby managing to overpower the tentacles and Hobo-Spider-Man coming in with a spinning kick that Octavius blocked with her extra arms.

"You're quite the chatterboxes, aren't ya?"

"You have no idea." Chorused the Peters.

"Guess it really is a multiversal trait."

The fight went on before the two Peters crashed through some more walls and found themselves near Miles, who was awkwardly holding the computer tower and monitor in his grasp.

"Good news." Said Hobo-Spidey. "We don't need the monitor."

To emphasize the point, the younger Parker grabbed the monitor and threw it at Olivia.

"How would you know?" Miles asked, clearly unsure to the whole situation.

"Duh, we're computer nerds. We know computer towers are the real deal." Older Peter answered.

"Yeah. This ain't the 90' and early 2000s."

"I'm more used to a laptop. Give me some slack."

"Well, get educated, kid." Old Spider-Man instructed.

Both he and his younger variant were smacked away by Olivia. She then saw her computer tower was hovering in the air with the Spider-trainee slowly becoming visible again.

"Don't tell me you have an invisible friend?"

"Run Miles!" Young Peter shouted, getting back up and sling-shotting himself at Octavius.

She ducked under the teen as he sailed past her, stalking forward on the inexperienced Spider-Man. "Could you give me that back, young man?"

He could only run before the back of his shirt was grabbed and he was pulled back.

"Peter!" He cried out in distress.

"It's proprietary." Doc Ock growled, two of her tentacles ready to skewer the Brooklyn teen when the young Avenger swung in, scooping him up just as the Older Spider-Man rapidly fired webbing at Octavius, trapping her additional limbs to the walls and ceiling.

The trio ran down the hallway, shoving the doors at the end of the corridor open, now finding themselves in the cafeteria, where all of the workers were dining on a late breakfast.

"This'd be a good time to turn invisible." Older Spider-Man advised.

"Yep." Miles said, standing stock still.

"..."

"..."

"He's not doing it."

"I can see that." The sweatpants wearing Parker then looked to the side. "Selecting a bagel."

"Is taking a bagel instrumental?"

"Yes. For my tummy." Snatching a plain bagel… well… two of them, he calmly walked to the patio entrance on the far side of the cafeteria. "Act super normal."

"This is so awkward."

One of the scientists soon took notice of them. "Spider-Man?"

Hearing this, nearly every Alchemax worker focused on the trio.

"You know what's funny? I get that a lot." The Older Spider-Man remarked.

"I somewhat get that, but…"

"Hey."

At that moment, every worker present whipped out a foldable gun of some kind and aimed it at the Spider-trio.

"...Oh that's not fair." Young Peter flatly said.

"Hands up, right now!"

Old Peter then shoved a bagel into his mouth while handing the other to Miles before grabbing the computer tower.

"Now we do a switchy-switchy."

"What?"

"Get back here!"

"Where do you think you're going!?"

"HE TOOK SOME BAGELS!"

"That's what you're mad about?" Miles complained.

Once they ran out to the patio space, Morales turned back and chucked the bagel at one of the scientists, which had it smack against the man's face.

"UGH! MY GLASSES!"

"JONATHAN!"

"Man, that's one stale bagel." Young Peter couldn't help but comment on it.

Just as they were about to jump off the patio, the cafeteria door burst open and from it came six people.

"Oh… this ain't good." The Older Spider-Man said realizing immediately what they were dealing with.

Doc Ock was back with some menacing company.

One was a man with multiple mechanical legs and a scorpion tail.

Another was a man with a patchwork suit and glowing gauntlets.

Then came a man in a green tech suit and yellow mask with electricity coursing around him.

Lastly were two other men, one that looked like a gargantuan human rhinoceros and the other was a man with an oversized head.

"Who the hell are all these guys?!" The Avenger yelled out.

"Doc Ock, Shocker, Scorpion, Electro, Rhino and Hammerhead. Meet the Sinister Six, Standard Spider-Man villain group. Wow, you really don't have any enemies where you come from" Older Peter commented. "Lucky you."

"Galactic. WAR." The younger webhead shot back. "Genocidal. AI!"

"Oh God, you're dealing with Skynet?"

"Can we not right now?" Miles was on the verge of having a panic attack.

"You're right, time to swing." Older Peter said, jumping from the patio with the younger Avenger following suit, snagging Miles along the way.

"Alright, can't keep you safe and fight those guys off at the same time so the best way to learn how to web swing is under life-threatening pressure."

"That's a horrible lesson." Miles cried out.

"Simby." Young Peter instructed, the symbiote receding around his waist to reveal his belt. Two tendrils came out from the suit, clipping off two rectangular devices before dropping them into Miles' hands.

"What are these?" He asked, yelping slightly as he was thrown up by the Avenger to avoid a beam being sent at him from Shocker.

"Web-Shooters," Peter revealed. "Just slap them on your wrists, they'll form around it."

Doing as instructed, Miles clapped both devices over his wrists and web shooters formed soon after. Despite the situation he was in, Morales was still amazed by what he saw.

"Whoa~ my own web shooters." Miles said, holding up both his wrists.

"Great, 'cause now ya gotta test them."

"Wait, what?"

Without warning, Miles was thrown high in the air, the young Brooklyn Teen yelling the whole way as he flailed about.

"Press down on the center and look where you wanna aim." Young Peter shouted as he changed direction to face the Sinister Six. "And let your reflexes and instincts do the rest."

"Whaaaaaa?" Was all Miles managed out as he fell into the snowy forest below.

He looked at his web shooters, shaking his head and fired a web line haphazardly in a random direction. The line snagged itself onto a tree but it was at the center so his swing wound up with him face-planting on the ground.

"Miles!" Both Peters called out to him.

He groggily rose up from the ground with a groan when he heard a rumbling step with a shadow casting over him.

Miles flipped around onto his back, eyes widening with terror at the sight of the Rhino bearing down upon him.

"Best to squash bugs before they become problem." The supervillain said in a heavy Russian accent.

Before Miles was able to respond, a black blur slammed into the Rhino's chest, causing the Russian to stumble back before lurching forward with a gasping wheeze.

"Miles." The Young Spider-Man picked the Brooklyn native up off the ground. "Come on man, ya gotta move. Start swingin'."

"But I don't know how." He argued.

"You have to swing, kid." Older Spider-Man said, swinging by with Doc Ock and Electro pursuing him.

"I think running is a better option." Miles rebuked, breaking into a sprint just as Shocker fired shockwaves at them.

"You could run, boy, but ya can't escape us." The patchwork villain called out to him only to get silenced by the Young Spider-Man throwing a large snowball that buried him.

"Miles, you must swing now." The Older Spider-man stressed out.

Though he felt fear and reservation in doing this, Miles shook his head to try to dispel any doubts he had as best as he could. Raising his hand, he remembered what the younger webhead had told him and aimed this time at a tall tree up ahead and fired.

He felt the line latch onto the top of the tree and he pulled. A moment later, Miles was up in the air, swinging in between the trees, the sound of battle going on in the background.

"Double tap to release." Young Peter called out to him while flipping over Hammerhead who bashed his head into a tree trunk, cracking it and making it fall over.

Miles did as instructed, seeing the webline detach itself and not a moment later, he fired another one and kept on going.

He couldn't help himself but laugh in glee at what he had just accomplished.

"Yeah, now ya got it Miles!" Older Peter praised, holding the computer tower in one hand and kicking away Doc Ock at the same time.

"Press, double tap to release, press, double tap to release." Miles constantly repeated to himself, beginning to feel a groove going as he kept on web swinging.

Once more, he began laughing, unable to contain the joy he was experiencing right now as he finally accomplished his first web swing.

"Look at me gu-AH!"

Of course that came to an end with Scorpion having caught up to him and pounced on the teen.

"Divirtiéndote, pequeña araña." (Having fun, little spider?)

"Not anymore." Miles grunted out, wincing at the claw around his neck.

Just as the Scorpion was about to jab Miles with a stinger, a red, blue and brown blur slammed into the villain, sending him careening away.

Old Spider-Man was struggling against Rhino and Shocker when a mechanized being grabbed Shocker from behind and hurled him away.

This gave Old Peter the chance to kickflip, landing the sole of his foot on Rhino's chin.

He gracefully landed, looking up to see a mech with cartoonish eyes staring at him and it happily waved at him.

"Uh… what?"

"Guys!" Young Spider-Man said from above, avoiding electric blasts from Electro. "Ya made it."

"Didn't do us any favors being so far away." The robed Spider-Man said, landing atop a tree branch and ignited his blue lightsaber.

"Who're they?" Miles asked in astonishment.

"Backup." The Avenger answer. "Miles, Peter, Peter, Peni, Peni, Peter, Peter, Miles."

"Uh, what's with the wizard robes?" Older Peter asked, examining the Jedi robes of the Force-Wielding Spider-Man.

"Is that a laser sword?!" Morales felt his inner nerd coming out, just realizing what the robed Spider-Man was holding.

"Lightsaber and… yes." Jedi Spider-Man asked. "So, who are these mud skuffers?"

"The Sinister Six." Peni Parker said, instantly recognizing the lineup.

Though it wasn't like the one in her universe, she was well aware of the magic number associated when fighting the villains she had back home.

"Huh, where I'm from, they're just the Sinister Sith." Jedi Peter said, getting into the starting Ataru stance.

"Really?" Avenger Peter couldn't help but say. "That's… oh man, do we really lack creative names?"

"I didn't call them that." Jedi Spider-Man said. "That was Anakin's idea."

Before they were able to discuss things any further, another blur came from the forest, zipping past the five spiders. The figure fired multiple webbing at the Sinister Six, snagging some and causing others to stumble.

There was a graceful twirl, followed by a flip before the individual landed in front of them, looking back at the Spiders.

"Is she also back up?" Older Peter asked with Jedi, Anime and Avenger Spider-Men/Girl shaking their heads.

"She's a new one." The Queens teen commented.

The newly arrived Spider reached for her mask and took it off, revealing an undercut shaved blond head with blue eyes. Her attire was predominately white and black with a hood. There was a bright magenta webbing design along her arms, the inlay of her hood and surrounding her eye lenses. And she wore a pair of light blue ballerina shoes, which matched the webbing designs within the magenta.

"Gwanda?" Miles said in surprise.

"Oh, you know her." Older Peter remarked. "Cool."

"It's Gwen, actually." She clarified.

"I like the haircut." Morales lamely said.

"You don't get to "like" my haircut." Gwen snipped back, making Miles wince apologetically.

"Great, proper introductions for later." Avenger Peter stated, moving to the front of the group just as the Sinister Six recovered and now faced the Spider-People. "Focus up Spider…"

"Gang?" Old Peter threw out there.

"Yeah, Spider-Gang, might as well keep our theme running." Jedi Spider-Man stated.

Doc Ock stood in front of the Sinister Six and her eyes roamed over all the Spiders in front of them, a grin forming that matched the namesake of her group.

"Look at all the little Spiders." She said with a manic gleam in her eyes. "So many variations." Doc Ock noted. "Can't wait to see what makes you all tick."

"No number advantage this time, huh?" Old Spider-Man fired back.

"As if that will make difference." Rhino snorted.

"God, I can't wait to cook you little shits inside out." Electro said, clapping his hands together and pulled them apart, electricity dancing between his fingertips.

"One for each of us." Hammerhead declared, pulling out a Tommy gun from behind him.

"Where was he keeping that?" Jedi Spider-Man asked.

"Probably hammer space." Said Hobo-Spidey.

"Hammer-what?"

"Later."

And the battle re-ensued, the six spiders -five really- taking on the Sinister Six.

Miles hung back, not sure of whether or not to engage as he had absolutely no experience in something like this. School and street scuffles were one thing but this?

His eyes darted about, watching each Spider take on a villain whilst Jedi Spider-Man had to contend with two at the same time.

He saw that he was fending off Scorpion and Rhino with some amount of success until Scorpion tripped up the Jedi and Rhino smashed him into a tree.

On instinct, Miles found himself running at full speed just as Rhino lowered his head to gore the Jedi with his horn.

Rhino lunged forward just as Miles ran right up to the villain, slamming his hands against the oversized chest. His sparks went off and went all over the Rhino yet it seemed to do nothing.

"Huh, that tickled."

"Oh, c'mon."

Miles soon yelped as he was tossed away by the Russian.

"Hey hornhead."

The Rhino looked back at the Jedi Spider-Man in time to see him jumping right at him, lightsaber reared back.

With a quick swish of his lightsaber-

"MY HORN!" Rhino cried out, throwing his hands up to his head.

The Force wielder cleaved off the Rhino's horn. Said item fell onto the snowy, forest floor as some steam emanated off it.

"There. Now you're safer for the masses."

"I'll show you safe, you bug." The supervillain snarled, rage radiating off the large man until he was kicked back by Avenger Spider-Man swinging by, planting both his feet into the man's chest.

The villain was sent careening back, crashing through several trees and landing in a heap with several tree trunks falling on top of him.

"One down." Avenger Peter declared.

"Five to go." Jedi Peter said, both turning back to Miles who was running from the Scorpion.

"We're stupid." The Queens Spider said.

"Yeah, we are." Coruscant Spider stated.

The young Avenger swung in, giving Peni some assistance as both tag-teamed against their respective foes.

Jedi Peter swooped in, grabbing Miles just as Scorpion was about to skewer him. Him missing the attack left him open for Older Spider-Man to land a punch that sent him flying.

Gwen, in the meantime, was putting her ballerina shoes to good use as she jumped, dodged and weaved around multiple arches of electricity that Electro kept firing at her.

"Hold still, ya goddamn brat." He snarled, increasing the output of his lightning bolts.

"Of course, why shouldn't I?" Gwen sarcastically retorted, gracefully spinning over another bolt. "I mean, I've always wondered what would happen if a Spider got struck by lightning."

Just as she was about to land on a tree branch, one of Doc Ock's tentacles swooped in from behind her, snagging Gwen's ankle and flinging her down to the ground.

Ock wasn't able to capitalize on this as Peni plowed into her with her mech, trying to rip the additional limbs off.

Regardless, Gwen was now open for Electro to give her a proper shock.

Electro fired a lightning bolt at Gwen when Jedi Spider-Man dropped down in front of her, throwing up his blue lightsaber to catch the lightning.

"What the-?" The electrified villain said in disbelief.

"Whoa." Gwen couldn't help but say.

Jedi Peter let out a grunt, applying the Force to dispel the torrent of electricity, the shockwave making Electro stumble back.

"Thanks for the save." Gwen appreciatively said.

"Anytime."

The pair then jumped forward and double-kicked Electro away.

All the while, Miles was jumping, swinging and doing everything in his power to not get bashed in by Hammerhead.

"Get back here you damned runt!" The Mob-Like Villain growled, wiping rubble away from his forehead.

"Joseph." Octavius called out to him. "Forget that brat, help me get my computer back."

"Just one sec, boss lady." Hammerhead snarled, slamming a fresh clip into his gun, aiming it at Miles who turned invisible a second later.

"What the-?" The criminal didn't have much time to dwell on it as Avenger Peter swung by to deliver a powerful kick to the man's jaw.

He hurtled in the air, crashing into a tree and fell down.

Adrenaline and anger fueled him to get right back up, cocking his Tommy Gun and he began to fire in all directions at every Spider he saw.

"I'll teach you to make a fool outta me."

"Goddammit Hammerhead, Watch where yer shootin'!" Shocker bellowed out, hiding behind a rock to avoid the hail of bullets.

Seeing this, Jedi Peter narrowed his eyes and dove forward, landing in front of the villain, catching the man's attention.

"Finally, someone smart." Hammerhead sadistically said, turning his gun on the Force User.

Without warning, Jedi Spider-Man used the Force to repel Hammerhead's bullets, spun around, sliced up the Tommy gun, and a moment later, cleaved off the man's right arm.

There was a moment of frozen horror and shock for the villain as he didn't know what just happened until seeing his dismembered arm fly through the air and land on the ground.

"AURGH!" The villain yelled out in pure agony, holding his cauterized wound, making everyone turn to them and see what just happened.

The villains went bug-eyed, not believing what they had just witnessed yet the most vocal were the other Spiders.

"DUDE!" Gwen couldn't help but scream out. "Did you just cut his arm off?!"

"What the hell, kid?! You're supposed to be a Spider-Man!" Old Peter shouted.

"What? What's wrong?" The Force User asked.

"You cut off a guy's arm!" Miles exclaimed, materializing next to the Jedi. "That's not what Spider-Man does."

"Yeah, I don't even know who he is but he's right." Peni Parker argued.

The Jedi merely gave them a raised brow look. "Your definition of Spider-Man is different from mine."

"Guys now is not the time for this." Avenger Spider-Man said, jumping down next to them.

They all turned to him and they saw something surprising just past him.

The rest of the Sinister Six having been taken down and strung up together.

"What the- when did you do that?" Miles asked in astonishment.

"When Jedi me cut forehead's arm off." The Avenger explained. "Guess they were all so freaked out by what happened, they left themselves wide open."

"Jesus, that's gonna give me nightmares." Old Peter said, clutching the computer tower tightly, the device having miraculously survived the battle.

"What is wrong with you?!" Gwen said, getting in the Jedi's face. "Since when do you just slice people's arms off like that?!"

"Uh…" The Force Using Spider-Man held up his hands in hopes of placating them. "This isn't the first time I've had to do that. And I mean… ya know what, I'm just gonna not say anything else."

There was a moment of silence that permeated between the Spiders when the oldest of the group nervously squinted at the lightsaber-wielding teen.

"You… you haven't… killed people, have you?"

The Jedi shifted about on the spot, looking away uncomfortably.

"Not like I ever revel or enjoyed it. It was war. These things just happened." He quietly muttered.

"Oh my God." The Hobo-looking Peter threw an arm up, pacing about back and forth like a disappointed father.

"You should probably tone down on the maiming then." Avenger Spider-Man suggested. "They ain't used to seeing this."

"Clearly." Jedi Peter mumbled.

"How are you not freaked out by that?" Old Peter said, wildly gesturing to Hammerhead who was on the floor, still moaning in pain and clutching the burnt stump that was his arm.

"I'm sadly desensitized to seeing this quite often. War and all that." Avenger Spider-Man glumly said. "He's been in a galactic war for… how long was it again in your universe?

"Six years."

"Yeah, six years and I've been in one for over a year now."

"And how often do you see messed up crap?" Gwen hesitantly asked.

"Very often. This is sadly nothing compared to some of the stuff I've seen Ultron do. It's… twisted beyond imagination."

Old Peter leaned over to Miles and whispered with object dread. "For some reason, I fear seeing Wade interacting very well with him."

Jedi and Avenger Spider-Men shared a look, then asked at the same time. "Who?"

"Someone I hope you'll never meet."

The conversation was interrupted by more painful moans from Hammerhead, the six spiders turning in his direction and most of them wincing.

"Uh, can we go now?" Miles asked, squirming at the sight.

Hobo-Pete nodded. "While these guys are out of commission, let's skedaddle on outta here and-"

Suddenly, all six Spider-people felt their senses flaring like crazy. If that wasn't enough, they began glitching. This time, far more erratically than any glitches they've previously experienced.

They all collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavily.

"Ow," Avenger Peter said, clutching his ringing head. "G-Guys? Sound off, who's not dead?"

He got five pained grunts from the others.

"What in the Forces Will was that? That was way worse than anything we've experienced with these glitches."

"Just take a breather everyone." Old Peter instructed, shakily getting to his feet, checking over the computer tower in his hands and sighing in relief at seeing it being unaffected.

Just when things seemingly settled down-

Activity in the forest came to a dead stop upon the explosion of energy that appeared in front of the Spider-Gang. It was a large plume of particles that looked a bit familiar to the arachnid-themed superheroes.

"That looks like the same energy field from the Collider." Morales instantly noted, feeling his already heightened senses grow even more as the particles began to coalesce into a proper shape.

The energy swirled and danced into the formation of a body.

From what the Spider-gang could note, this person was probably a silhouetted teenager. The size and stature gave out the physical age, but it was rather androgynous. Other features about them were rather obscure, given they were practically composed of this cosmic, collider energy that was glitching and fluctuating all over the place.

Soon enough, however, there were some clear distinctions to be seen. Two shaded parts of the head made it look like this being had eyes and proper, fluctuating hands were formed.

The being in the center of the swirling mass of energy looked down at its hands, reaching up to touch its face. It jerked slightly from this sensation of touch, pulling its hands back before touching its face some more.

It then paused, sensing people nearby and turned its "gaze" to the Spider-Gang who had been watching it with tense silence.

Nobody said anything nor moved until the "expression" on the being appeared to change into that of recognition and relief it seems.

"รקเ๔єгร."The being spoke, its voice a disembodied, hollow, vibrating male one. "ﻮгєคՇ ק๏ฬєг-"

No sooner did he say that did the Spider-Gan begin to violently glitch out, making the being recoil.

̛̞̟̺̯͇̤̈́ͤ͋̋"̬͎́ͪ͡N̨̖̺͖͙̲̻̝͗́̃ͅo̳̙̔ͣ̓́͝!̃ͬͭ҉̪̮̮͕̻̦̥̘͕̆̔̀"̡̣̲̭̤̞̓ He cried out. "₦Ø ₱₳ł₦, ₦Ø₮ ₳₲₳ł₦! ⱧɆⱠ₱ ɎØɄ, ₦Ø₮ ⱧɄⱤ₮!"

A moment later, the being stumbled back and in a flash of particles and energy, disappeared.

This, in turn, freed the Spiders from their glitching, who all collapsed, gasping in pain.

"What the hell was that?!" Avenger Peter managed out.

"No clue." Gwen rolled onto her back, clutching her sides. "Who was that guy?"

"He felt… hurt." Noted the Jedi.

"Oh yeah? So did all of us." Old Peter snipped, coughing slightly.

"That was…" Miles was holding both sides of his head, feeling lingering pain coursing through his body.

"Come on buddy, get up." Avenger Peter said, managing to get himself back up to his feet despite his wobbly legs.

"Now what?" Peni asked, feeling utterly spent in her mech.

"We gotta leave. Now." Old Peter all but commanded now.

The group web swung away, vacating the scene.

Back at Alchemax, Wilson Fisk was fiddling around with a pen in his meaty hand. In and out, the mechanism had the ballpoint appear and disappear from the end. As he went on with this, he was breathing heavily.

While he seemingly was focused on the autumn forest, his thoughts were elsewhere entirely.

For years, family mattered a lot to him. He killed his abusive father in order to protect his mother. Years later into adulthood, he fell in love and got married as he was rising in power in New York's underworld. Before he realized it, he became a father.

Blinks here and there, pleasant memories of his time being with Vanessa and Richard flashed before his eyes.

Wilson honestly did his best to keep his personal life away from his business. Yet things could never be that easy.

One day, Spider-Man got into his home to acquire information on a previous endeavor of his criminal enterprise. Fisk caught him in the act and they fought.

At one point in their tussle, Wilson had him pinned down and was about to beat him into a pulp when he heard someone.

"Wilson. What are you doing?"

Turning, the Kingpin paled upon seeing his wife and son there.

"Vanessa."

His beloved wife was quick to grab their son's hand. "Richard, come on."

"Vanessa! Richard! No!"

His pleas fell on deaf ears as they rushed out of their home and to the car in the garage. He chased after them on foot, but it was too late as they took off.

"Don't look back, honey. It's okay. It's okay."

This was what Wilson imagined Vanessa said to Richard in the car, all before that fatal accident with both vehicles and their occupants died in the resulting crash.

Coming out of memory lane, Wilson broke his pen as he saw his people coming out from the forest below.

Doc Ock returned with the Sinister Six to the cafeteria patio of Alchemax, seeing a very disgruntled Kingpin.

"What in the hell was that just now?" He demanded, getting right in Octavius' face. "Why did I see three Spider-Men out there?" He then took notice of something else by a simple glance. "And what in the blue fuck happened to Hammerhead's arm?"

"There's six, actually." The Scientist revealed with an intrigued grin, nonplussed by the clear anger directed at her from the crime boss. "I know, not what you wanted to hear but these aren't Spiders from our universe. They're from other realities. And that means my Collider worked and can work again. But I was trying to tell you something before our unsolicited visitors decided to swing by, there was something else that came from the Collider. And I saw it firsthand."

Kingpin said nothing but his facial expression conveyed the question "What would that be?".

"We created a being from my Collider." Doc Ock excitedly said. "It's made from the energy that powered my machine."

"And what does that have to do with what I want?" Kingpin asked in a low growl.

"Possibly everything." Ock was giddy now. "This being… if he… it was made from my Collider and that there are other Spiders here, the being could be the key to helping us have easier access and control of the Collider. To be able to get you your Wife and Son back. As many versions as you want."

Kingpin was silent for a time, taking in Olivia's words until he exhaled through his nose.

"You have an extension. You got two days, that's what you're getting." He said with a dangerous tone. "Find whatever you made from the Collider and bring it back for me. I don't want any delays for my Collider."

He walked away, ignoring the drab "our" Octavius uttered.

The mad scientist turned back in the direction of the forest, narrowing her eyes whilst gaining a manic smirk.

Things just got far more interesting.

AN

BSX: I didn't get to say this in the last chapter but all I wanted to say is thank you for sticking around as long as you guys have and cheers to a hundred more chapters. Can't wait for the sequel. Eventually.

FMW: And we're still on a bit of a Spider-Man high on top of us going past 100 chapters, taking our first step… or one hundred and oneth step to two hundred which is… Fucking hell, we really have too much ambition sometimes.

Jeb: So much time and effort. All worth it. Gonna be good on what'll be done in the upcoming entries.

FMW: Oh yeah, Season 3 is nearing its conclusion. After this arc, we have one more to go before at long last, the long-awaited season 4 can begin. One we have soooo much insane shit for.

So, before we close things out, the character poll has been closed and here was have the official results.

1: Spider-Man

2: Ahsoka Tano

3: Anakin Skywalker

4: Captain America

5: Obi-Wan Kenobi

6: Captain Rex

7: Barriss Offee

8: Iron Man

9: Black Widow

10: Scarlet Witch

11: Grandmaster Yoda

12: Thor

13: Ultron

14: Star-Lord

15: Black Panther and Thrawn(Tied)

Guess we're having 16 or 17, huh, what? 17? I didn't say that, I said 16, 16 characters for the popularity poll art piece that will soon be put into commission for this story.

Thank you all for your participation, will have a new poll once we close out the season and again from me, Free Man Writer, Jebest4781 and BulletStormX, we thank you all again for reading this story and being on this long journey with us and continuing to be with us as we keep trudging along.

Until next time folks.

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