“So, You Guys Definitely Came From An Alternate Reality,” Peter Addressed With A Welcoming Smile
“So, you guys definitely came from an alternate reality,” Peter addressed with a welcoming smile as he seated on a couch opposite the Web Warriors (they insisted) while presenting Susan’s best tea blends and some freshly baked cookies courtesy of Mister Grimm; that giant was a miracle worker when it comes to cooking. “I met some of the other Peters before, years ago. It's usually not a good sign when you meet with your alternate variants, kinda like running into a doppelganger or something; supposed to bring bad luck.” He attempted to lighten the atmosphere a little. “Relax, please; everyone here knows I’m Spider-Man, and the Future Foundation is closed for the holidays, we won’t be interrupted, I promise.” Just then, the elevator dings and reveals the rest of the occupants to the gathered Spider-Persons. “Ah, excuse me a little bit,” he got up in a jump and jogged towards the blondes walking out of the shaft accompanied by a man with salt-and-pepper hair, a stone-skinned giant, and a little toddler with strawberry-brown hair hooking her little hand to the pregnant blonde’s. “Couldn’t even wait, huh?” Peter teased the petite blonde who was glued to the pregnant woman’s side to support her in walking. “Hey, Valeria.” He greeted the toddler who beamed back at him with her missing tooth grin.
“Aw! That’s little Val!” Cindy commented as Peter; her Peter, produced a smile at seeing the alternate version of his surrogate niece.
“Dada!” the girl announced with a giddy voice, and it made the 616-Peter choke on his tea, followed along by the Ultimate and Spider-UK while Silk covered her mouth with a gasp.
Ghost-Spider widened her lenses at the call, but mostly at the petite blonde who gave her a sense of curiosity; an action that was mimicked intensely by the woman.
“But Reed and… What…How did you even have the time to…” Peter-616 whined with confusion and disbelief on his face as he gestured toward Hawkeye, Black Cat, and apparently, a pregnant Susan Storm whom his counterpart managed to have relationships with at the same time without it turning into a shit fest “Wasn’t you a Spider-Man in this reality?!”
“Oh, he is,” The sunflower-blonde answered with a scoff “Annoyingly so, but you know, he’s not the only superhero around.” She shrugged her shoulders and helped Susan purchase a seat on the single recliner nearby. She returned her attention to the red-and-blue variant of her fiancé “Ever heard of scheduling or team management?”
Peter-616 was about to protest but then when he analyzed her words carefully, he shut his mouth and settled into the couch with a slouch with Cindy firmly rubbing his upper back sympathetically.
Gwen-65 smirked under her mask, finding the fiery petite blonde amusing; especially the way that the woman expertly shut Spider-Man up effectively with a single sentence.
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"Hey, DD! Catch these Hands!"
- Peter Benjamin Parker to Matt Murdock while fighting the Hand ninjas on some random rooftop in NYC, 2025
Logan tackled Falcon off his trajectorial path, and both tumbled into the ground while Captain America still supported Thor using his shield throws against Spider-Man. “Who the fuck are you?!” Sam cursed frustratingly as the heavy sack of muscles weighed him down on his stomach. “What the hell is happening? Why do you guys fight Webs?” The burly man demanded with a confused growl “Is he a Skrull?” he turned back to look at the fight with comprehensive glances. “Are you a Skrull, Bub?” Logan sprung his talons, barred the middle, and trapped Wilson’s neck between them, looking for confirmation. “What? No!” Sam tries to get out from under the shorter man but isn’t able to due to the heavier mass and superior joint lock techniques “Don’t get involved, man; this is an Avengers business.” “Yeah, kinda heard that one before. Care to elaborate more than the last guy who said it?” he kept the blades around the Falcon’s neck with a grunt. “Hell naw!” “Great,” Logan muttered annoyingly and knocked Wilson out with a firm elbow to the back of the neck, then he got up like a spring to charge the Captain next. The shield was thrown at him, and Logan redirected the trajectory with a well-timed downward punch that negated the force behind the World’s Most Expensive Frisby and continued on his path. Bucky cursed under his breath and averted his attention from Spider-Man and Thor, preparing for a CQB session with the Immortal man. He ducked a straight right and countered with a left hook of his Vibranium bionics. Logan takes the punch with his palms and capitalizes on the force behind it to give himself a little lift before twisting his lower body unnaturally for a sweeping kick aimed at the Captain’s neck that was blocked by a grab. Bucky grunted under the weight of the burly man’s dense skeleton and followed the flow of momentum by bending his knees a little to the side dragging Logan along before doing a spinning Scorpion Kick that landed firmly onto the mutant’s back. Utilizing his dense muscles to the fullest, Logan tanked the force of the strike by bracing his legs onto the asphaltic street to push back, then he spun lower on his heels to deliver an uppercut at the end of the cycle, connecting with the Captain’s jaw. Bucky lifted off his feet by the force of the punch and stumbled backward a little bit before he felt a meaty arm circling his neck, putting him into a chokehold. “Ya still got that opening, Bub,” Logan growled to the slowly losing consciousness Bucky with a nostalgic tinge in his words. “Better luck next time...Little Jimmy Boy.” the sudden stiffening of the Captain’s body was a telltale sign that the nickname stirred up some long-forgotten memory of the old days before the world turned black.
“What the fuck is that thing?!” Teresa roared as her leg muscles were burning, sweat soaking, head frantically turning left and right to scan for the pursuing demon in a giant man’s guise filled with bloodlust and perverted sadism.
“The hell…would I know…” Bobbi’s panting showcased the limitation of her body caused by a large wound on her stomach from the lightning-fast claw attack courtesy of Victor Creed. The new stim shot developed by Richard Parker recently helps numb the pain and keep her going, but the loss of blood is slow but gradually catching up as the chase goes on.
“He’s too fast to be a human!” following her instinct, Teresa shot a valley of ICER rounds into the rustling bushes surrounding them, still having no clue about their destination.
There’s only a singular drive that matters at the moment.
Survive.
They run, and run, but the chance of survival receding significantly with the more Bobbi Morse keeps pushing her limits.
“Run, little rabbits! Make it more fun for me!” the giant man cackled from the woods, like a wraith of vengeance hunting them down. Sounds of trees being pounced upon and launched from chasing their tails like a shadow, deliberately stretching out the inevitable doom for entertainment.
She’s not an expert marksman or godly-accurate like Hawkeye or anything, but she could’ve sworn on her dead mother’s grave that she landed at least five shots of ICER rounds into the inhuman hunter after he almost disemboweled the blonde agent. According to the specs, that much dendrotoxin in someone’s system should introduce a cardiac arrest or even semi-permanent nerve damage already; yet the motherfucker’s still maniacally hunting them down like cattle effortlessly.
Maybe, just maybe, she can sacrifice Morse and get away from here. A slim chance of success, but it’s better than whatever the sadist giant had in mind.
That’s how she lived her life since…
Teresa suddenly stopped in her tracks and ducked down out of instinct, rolled out of the way, and quickly lined the barrel of her ICER at the blur of Victor Creed, aiming at the center of mass. Three consecutive shots rang out, colliding into the savage man’s chest and neck, resulting in his falling limp and careening into a nearby fell tree, the sound of the collision was identical to a speeding truck crashing into a pole. The light of hope is fleeting, as the mass of a furred man slowly rises from the exploded tree with splints of wood piercing into his flesh, yet the animalistic man doesn’t seem too bothered by it at all.
Under the moonlight, Teresa witnessed the most baffling sight she’d ever come across.
Victor Creed casually dislodged all of the splints from his body, even the big one that pierced through his diaphragm had been pulled out like plucking a chicken’s feather, the exposed skin shows the wounds he sustained a mere moment earlier mending themselves like reverse footage, accelerated beyond human comprehension.
His metallic and shiny grin of death illuminated by the cold and uncaring gleam of the moon sowed despair into her heart. Shaken with fear and desperation, Teresa lined the gun again at the slowly approaching monster in front of her and fired another set of shots into his broad chest.
Her fingers kept pulling, her arms locked into a straight line, and her eyes glued to the occasional struggle of her killer.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Click…
Click…
“Damn…that’s annoying,” Victor Creed growled with a sadistic smile, tensing up his arms and extending his Adamantium claws from his fingers “Ya should’ve kept running, little rabbit,” his clawed hand raised above his head, prepped for a deathly swipe, but he went rigid and foaming at his mouth a moment later as a sling of electrode penetrated his side, sending a lethal dose of electric shock through his body.
Teresa’s eyes traced the line back to its origin and met with the pale face of Bobbi Morse leaning against a tree trunk with one of her escrima in hand, her pressing finger violently shaking from exhaustion.
“Get out of there!” the command came in like a dying plea, but it was enough to jumpstart her paralyzed brain. Rolling to the side and running again, Teresa approached her C.O. with confusion and gratitude. “The battery won’t hold much longer…we need to…” she whimpered, almost collapsing on the tree trunk if not for Teresa’s support.
Teresa, with quick thinking, took Bobbi’s gun into her hand and rained another magazine down on Victor Creed, purposefully grouping the shots at his head. “How many spares do you have?” the Chameleon gritted through the fear and reloaded one from her belt into the gun.
“A couple…” Bobbi groaned and leaned heavily on Teresa, her hand still clutching the escrima like a lifeline. “Fury said nothing…about this kind of…monster.” Morse coughs a froth of blood, her internal organs starting to break down.
The effect starts to lessen when the battery is running out of juice, evidently shown in how Victor Creed gets hold of the electrode cable with his massive hand and pulls; the hook tip dislodged forcefully from his side accompanied by a squirt of blood.
“Woah! That’s the stuff! Haven’t been shocked that good since Harbin, makes me kinda missing that fucker Shiro,” Sabretooth yapped on while evading another electrode with ease since he wasn’t caught off guard this time. “Ya got some bite, I’ll give y’all that.” He walked up to them, claws sprung, and metallic fang lined his grinning face. the halo of death formed around his head from the fading moonlight was to be the last sight they would see in this final moment. “But, sadly, bunnies; everything ends.”
New Avengers photoshoot #1
Months after going public, The Daily Bugle contacted them to do a photoshoot for Power-Couple vol.2
With Doctor Strange's portal and The Iron Fist's Chi, we can elevated Danny's or Lin's powerscale like let him charge up a Chi one inch punch before letting Strange opened a portal to a target and let Iron Fist strike it
Peter, Logan, and Scott should be in a "Redheads Are the Trouble" club together
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