❰𝟰.𝟰.𝟭❱➣ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 {𝕞•𝕙}❘ [𝖆𝖙𝖘𝖛 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

🕷｡:•.─ 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 ─.•:｡🕷

1 YEAR LATER

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"Mr. Stark, I told you, I can't—"

"You're declining me?" Tony looked at you over his glasses, "You're gonna regret that,"

You were seated in the meeting room of Stark Industries with Tony. Pepper was in the other room, running errands and going through the protocols of the company. 

Recently, Tony had brought Alchemax and was now under the control of Stark Industries. Tony Stark had retired from his position as IronMan. Hence, SpiderWoman was the only source of protection in Manhattan.

"Well, you said it's some business intervention thing," you replied, spinning in the chair you were seated on, "And you also said Justin Hammer's gonna be there. I hate Justin Hammer,"

"Ah, so do I kid," Tony agreed, "But I can't help it. And you're gonna regret it either way, young lady,"

You rolled your head about with a huff, giving him a small smile at the end.

"Anyways, I gotta go. Gonna get some cheeseburgers with Happy and Morgan. Care to join?"

"It'd be my utmost pleasure," you stood from your seat.

"Attgirl," Tony beamed at you before you both walked out of the room. Tony began briefing you about Alchemax and the potential profits it could bring to Stark Industry. Not that you weren't familiar with Alchemax, since it was through the collider of that facility that you were sucked into Miles' universe and met the other Spider-people.

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself at the parking lot of a drive-thru, munching on cheeseburgers with Tony when you suddenly felt your multiversal watch beep.

You peeked a glance at it: ANOMALY THREAT IMMINENT!

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📍ALCHEMAX

Spot, clad in his black and white appearance, stood before the collider controls. He sneered as he began typing in the sequence to activate it. The room hummed with energy, and ominous interdimensional machinery swirled around the massive machine.

You swung into the lab, landing gracefully in front of Spot, and webbed the buttons so that he could stop operating them. You delivered a kick across his chin, sending him flying back into a row of lockers behind.

"Ah, Spider-Woman," Spot spoke bitterly.

You tilted your head at him, "Don't think you're supposed to be here,"

"No, but I'm here so that I can upgrade myself, y'know," he replied smoothly, holding up his fists to attack you.

You swerved away from him, pulling out your phone, "Hold on a second, please,"

"Of course," Spot shrugged, almost politely. He tried to attack you from behind, but you dodged it away with your spider senses, "What, you turn off your phone at the movie theatre but you can't turn it off when you're fighting me?" he questioned, seeming offended by your lack of attention.

"This is important," you tucked your phone back into your suit, throwing a blow at his abdomen, but it passed right through him, "Weird," you held onto him and tossed him over your back.

But Spot managed to land on his feet, pulling himself upright with his marks, "Isn't it?! You turned me into this!" he directed up and down his blotted body.

"Huh?"

 "I created you. And you created me," he motioned between the two of you, "Well, actually, you and Miles,"

"Miles?" you blinked at him, straightening at the mention of him, "What's he got to do with this?"

"Everything! Thanks to him I got here. He helped me push myself into me,"

The eyes of your mask screwed in disgust, "Ew,"

"N-No!" Spot sputtered, "That's not what I meant!" he argued, "Seriously? Why does everyone think in that way,"

He lunged forward at you, throwing a punch at you. You were able to duck and avoid it just in time. You fisted right into a spot on his body, which opened into a portal next to you and resulted in bashing yourself across your face. 

You retrieved your hand, black symbiote taking over you and your back, bulking in the process; Big teeth on display as the tongue of the symbiote sloshed out threateningly.

Spot cowered visibly, "Yikes, you've got big teeth,"

"No shit," you deadpanned, aiming a blow at him.

He quickly teleported away, leaving one of his interdimensional spots in his place. The venom tendril harmlessly passed through the spot.

Your senses were on overdrive. You needed to stop Spot and disable the collider before it was too late. Spot reappeared behind you, attempting to strike, but you dodged his blow with acrobatic finesse. 

The room was filled with a relentless exchange of punches, kicks, and symbiote extensions. Spot created multiple spots around the lab, teleporting between them to confuse you. You struggled to keep up with his rapid movements, but your training and spider-sense allowed you to anticipate his next move.

Spot managed to knock you under the spinning apparatus of the collider. You raised yourself in between two parts, stopping the collider for a few seconds with your bare hand. You shot a web at Spot's head, pulling yourself out and trashing him back.

Spot skidded on his back, he raised his head in rage, "You don't get it, do you? It is because of you I am like this! You set off the collider before you returned to your universe. And Miles hit me with a bagel!"

"He's a kid, y'know? Bet he has hit a lot of villains with a lot of different food," You shrugged mildly, "You saying you became this because you got hit with a bagel?"

"Make all the jokes you want," Spot sneered, pushing himself up to his feet, ready to charge right at you, "But you'll never know what it's like to be on the other side of it. What it's like to be cursed like this! You'll learn to respect me!" He dashed right at you, "I am your nemes—!"

But before he could reach you, he slipped and fell into his own black spot, teleporting out of your view to who knew where.

You pulled a weird look, not sure what had just happened, "T.A.D.A.S.H.I?"

"Initiating global scanning, No signs of the anomaly,"

You leaned against the wall closest to you, pulling the mask off your face. Pushing back the hair from your forehead, you held up your multiversal watch when it beeped.

Lyla popped into view in front of you, "Hey, girl—Oh," she winced at your hassled state, "What did you run into?"

You deadpanned at her, "Cut to the chase, Lyla,"

The AI woman jerked her head to the side, "Just tryna make a conversation,"

"Where's he now?"

"Lemme see," Lyla leaped up as a route hologram popped up beside her, "Yep, got him—Uh, she stammered, "Slippery guy—"

You frowned, "What's up?"

"He's creating his own portals. He can jump wherever he ants He can be a total cannon killer. Every dimension he stops at has an Alchemax,"

"Where's he now?"

A beep echoed before a location popped up in front of you. Lyla examined it, "Earth-50101. And yep. Hobie has called you for backup. He's already on-site,"

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