Responsibility: Gwen Stacy x Male Reader

The Fall Of Graythorne

(Y/N) Graythorne floated just above the collider, staring at the marvel of engineering. Fisk really did surprise him this time.

Being surprised... now that's a thing that hadn't happened to him in a long time.

Perhaps the monotony of his universe spurred him onto ever-quickening ambitions, perhaps he was simply cursed to never be content.

Perhaps, who could know? For even (Y/N) himself didn't know what he wanted, the time when he loudly proclaimed his goal to be 'Spreading Graythorne Inc. on a Multiversal level'? He would still do that, didn't mean that was his goal.

Just a byproduct of his greed, just like everything in this damned universe.

It was, at the end of the day, all his.

To conquer, To fuck, To mold as he saw fit.

He was (Y/N) Graythorne, and he did what he wanted.

"Mr. Graythorne, will you please come back to the observation deck? We are initiating the Collider." He heard the voice of Olivia on the intercom.

(Y/N) nodded and flew back towards the deck, his smirk ever present on his face.

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The Spiders ran into the giant room, just as the elevator opened to reveal Fisk, who went into the observation deck.

The Spider People, however, were too late to stop anything.

The Collider exploded in a cacophony of colors, the echo chamber looking as if it had cracked in several places, not the structure but rather the reality surrounding it.

New York felt it too, a giant quake shook the streets of Brooklyn and other areas, Fisk Tower especially.

"We were too late." Gwanda shook her head as they all paused their run.

"It can still be shut down. We haven't lost yet." (Y/N) spurred his fellow team-mates on, Peter was leading them, in front of them. "Peter, Are you sure you wanna do this, I..."

Gwen nodded at (Y/N).

"Me and (Y/N) can stay behind and close it." Gwen stated, meaning every word of it.

"It's oka-" Peter glitched, "I've made up my mind."

It wasn't just Pete who was glitching, they were all going in and out of existence, and every time they did so, it was beyond painful.

It was a certainty now, that whoever stayed behind would end up dead, or worse, an anomaly, existing outside the dimensions.

Add that and the Psycho (Y/N) variant into the mix, and you have a recipe for a Cosmic Bologna Sandwich.

Oh, and there he was, floating out of the observation deck and in front of the Spiders.

"Greetings, My arachnid friends, how unfortunate that we meet at the edge of the precipice, At the peak of our ultimatum." The CEO flourished, bowing mockingly.

"Is that... the other (Y/N)?" Peni asked, creeped out by the CEO's stretched grin.

"The worse one? Yeah." Gwanda replied.

"What do you mean the 'worse' one?" (Y/N) asked, but he was only met with a cold shoulder, though he could see that she was, at the very least, half joking.

"Enough joking around. We have a tyrant to deal with." Noir shut the chatter.

The CEO gasped dramatically, putting a hand on his heart, "Oh, how you wound me, A tyrant? Me? I never!"

"Shut it." (Y/N) snapped, before turning to the others, "You guys go ahead, I'll take care of him."

"Are you sure?" Gwen asked, knowing how difficult he was to deal with, the last time they fought.