The group looks up to the ceiling to see four more spider people hangin out. The first one being one in a dark trench coat blowing in the wind.
Noir: Hey, fellas.
Miles: Is he in black and white?
Peter: Where's that wind coming from? We're in a basement.
Noir: Wherever I go, the wind follows. And the wind, it smells like rain.
The next, one you are already familiar with. A young girl sitting on her mech.
Peni: Hi, guys!
She leaps in the air while speaking japanese, doing some fighting poses with her mech as the group all stare at her.
Peter: This could literally not get any weirder.
Porker: It can get weirder.
A cartoon pig dressed in a spiderman suit walks up holding out his hand for a handshake.
Porker: I just washed my hands. That's why they're wet. No other reason.
Peni: Hey Nocturne, come on introduce yourself!
Your version of Gwen's ears perk up as she shifts a bit, hiding behind her alternate self bit as a pair of glowing white eyes pierce the veil of shadows. You leap from the dark landing next to Peni.
Nocturne: I'm. . . Nocturne. Or, Spider-Man. I guess. Hehehe.
Just then, everyone's senses went off alerting yourself and the others that everyone here had spider powers.
Everyone: You're like me.
Noir: My name is Peter Parker.
Peni: My name is Peni Parker.
Porker: My name is Peter Porker.
Nocturne: My name is (Y/N) (L/N)
Noir/Nocturne/Peni: I was bitten by a radioactive spider.
Porker: I was bitten by a radioactive pig.
Noir: In my universe, it's 1933, and I'm a private eye. I like to drink egg creams, and I like to fight Nazis. A lot.
Peni: I'm from New York in the year 3145. I have a psychic link with a spider who lives inside my father's robot. And we're best friends. Forever.
Nocturne: For me it's like 2023. I live in New York around the Midtown area. I like to. . . fight crime I guess. . . Woo. . . Sorry, not in the best mood for extravagant introductions.
Noir: Sometimes I let matches burn down to my fingertips just to feel something, anything.
Porker: I'm a photographer for the Daily Beagle. When I'm not pooching around, I'm working like a dog, trying to sniff out the latest story. I frolic and I dance and I do this with my pants-
Peter: Okay! Enough! So how did you get here?
Noir: Well, it's kind of a long story.
A memory plays as each and every one of you were thrown into this world a similar way to one another.
Noir: Maybe not that long.
Peni: And now we're just trying to find a way home.
Noir: The only way home is back through that collider gizmo. The only trouble is-
Porker: One of us has to stay behind and destroy it.
Everyone: I'll do it.
Miles: No, no, no. You guys don't get it.
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Don't Let the Spiders Bite (MaleSpidermanReaderXMarvel)
FanfictionEvery universe has a spiderman. In a universe it could be you, your mom, your uncle, your cousin, even your best friend. This story will follow not one, but two Spider people in particular. Y/N L/N and Gwen Stacy. In most earth's, Spider-Man is...
