Spider-verse (an MCU Spider-man/Avengers fanfic)

Anarchy

        "So there are more???" asked Doctor Strange.  "Well, then you'll have to get as many other soldiers as possible."

        Peter gave the doc silent judgement.  As far as he was concerned, they weren't soldiers, they were just other Spider-People.  But he was right.  If there are more Mindless Ones, then Peter was going to need a lot more help.  But, Peter just so happened to randomly get to this universe.  He didn't turn any dials, he didn't push any buttons, just the big red button where the belt buckle would be.

        "Now now, Doc, Peter's new friends are not any soldiers I've ever heard of, especially if the kid is going to be a superhero.  I'd like to think of them as...warriors, for saving the multiverse like this," Tony chimed in.  "Now kid, we didn't tell you to go here, you kind of just...appeared here.  Check the dial on your web shooter, what do the numbers say?"

        Peter hadn't thought to check his web shooters, unless they ran out of webbing, but even then he just kind of filled them up out of muscle memory, he never looked at them.  He looked down at his wrist, and sure enough, there was a black watch with a red digital display.  

       "'1610'," Peter read off.  "Wait that's the number that Morlun said when..."

        "Hold on just a minute, Peter, did you just say Morlun???" asked Doctor Strange.

        "Yeah, Morlun, the Mindless One you mentioned.  They were working with Dormammu?  Ring any bells Doc?" Peter mentioned.  He remembered Madame Web talking about Dormammu in his dreams, which is why he mentioned it to Doctor Strange.

        "Peter, Morlun is much more of a diffficult opponent than Dormammu, which means Madame Web has been sending you on a wild goose chase!" said the good doctor.  "Morlun is a member of the family known as the Inheritors, and they have MUCH more use for the multiverse than Dormammu could ever dream!  The Inheritors have a connection with the multiverse that basically causes them to create mayhem, and stop whoever gets in their way."

        "So where's the real Madame Web?" Peter asked.  If she was missing, or worse than that...No!  Peter couldn't think like that.  He had to find Madame Web and the Master Weaver and bring balance to the multiverse once and for all.

        "It's hard to say," replied Doctor Strange.  "There is the possibility that she has hidden herself somewhere within the multiverse in order to protect herself from the Inheritors.  And if they find her, they can find the Master Weaver, and destory the multiverse as we know it!"

        "Got it!  Find Madame Web, save Madame Web, find the Spider-Men, save the multiverse.  No pressure," Peter said with a shaky voice.  After all, he was only 15 year old Peter Parker, and if the other Spider-People were like him and Miles, it would be as good as some teenagers versus a group of gods.  And that was the other thing.  If Morlun returned with Brix ad Bora, who's to say there aren't more?  "Well then, I guess we're going on a bit of a road trip."  As if on cue, the numbers on the watch display were changing.  He didn't even touch the thing, and the numbers were shifting.  They stopped changing around, and a new number was on the display; 138.

        "Hang on, the numbers changed.  '138'.  What's on Earth 138?" Peter asked.  Never had he thought that he would ever ask what was so imortant on another Earth.  But at this rate, it mattered.

        "No idea kiddo, all we know is that you press the button, and you go where it tells you to go," Mr. Stark replied.  "Just press that button and find out."  Peter had no other option.  He pushed the button on the belt, and he felt the same sensation.  Sparks flew from the belt, whirring and clicking sounds came from it, and Peter vanished.  

        This time through, Peter kept his eyes open.  He could see what looked like galaxies.  Powerful planets and cosmos just flying past him.  He couldn't do anything but stare at them in awe.  This was much bigger than Germany, let alone New York City.  And this time, he didn't pass out during the landing.  A purple portal opened up, and Peter feel right through it, this time on his feet.  He regained his balance, and too a look around.  He always wondered why he was transported to alleyways.

        This alley was much different than from the 1610 alley.  The brick walls were covered with graffiti, and posters for some kind of...government overthrow?!  The thought just made Peter sick.  Sure, Captain America was against the Sokovia Accords, but he didn't make any plans to overthrow the government!  Was this what Mr. Stark was talking about?  Tiny decisions that make a big impact on the world?!

        Peter's thoughts were interrupted by a gravelly voice in the distance.  "Hey you!  Don't think we've given up!"  it shouted.  Peter couldn't see that far, but then it ran at full speed toward him!  He couldn't think of what to do, he had to act fast.  Then, he heard the loudest sound.  What was it?  A plane?  No, it was...a guitar?!  But where did it come from?  It didn't matter, the dark figure crumpled to it's knees, covering their ears.

        "President Osborn will not supress us!" shouted a voice.  And all of a sudden, a figure jumped down from a nearby rooftop, and Peter thinks he just saw the coolest Spider-Man out there.  He had a spikey fauxhawk on his mask, a jean jacket littered with buttons and pins, and Converse sneakers on his feet.  "Get the Hell out of here before it gets worse for you!" the Spider-Man shouted.  Peter saw the scary figure run away, still covering its ears.

        The punky Spider-Man held out a hand, and Peter took it to be helped up.  "Well, if you're here, I'm going to assume that something's wrong with the multiverse again," said he said.  

        "How did you know?" asked Peter.  With as if on cue, a looming character jumped from the same rooftop.  Peter could easily identify this individual as this universe's Hulk.  He had a green mohawk, tattoos all across his chest and arms, and a giant pair of jeans with a chain used as the belt.

        "Hey Hobie, this guy giving you trouble?" he asked, in the normal, deep voice often associated with the Hulk.  Peter knew this guy was lucky; this Spider-Man was friends with the Hulk.  Peter never even met the Hulk in his own universe.

        "I'm good Robbie, this guy almost got mauled by a V.E.N.O.M. soldier," replyed the punk Spider-Man.  He looked back at Peter, and outstretched his hand.  "By the way, I'm Hobie Brown, frinds call me Spider-Man, enemies call me Spider-Punk."