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

Radioactive Blood

        "Cap, of thank God you're here!" shouted Hobart. And he was right. There was the Captain America that Peter was worried about. If he was helping this world's Spider-Man, then he'd put that difference aside.

        "Save your thank you for later, Spider-Man. You've got a city to defend," said Cap. His suit looked a little strange, with black hair sticking out the back of his helmet. How sleeves were rolled up, with fingerless gloves on his hands. He wore knee-pads, and had on a pair of blue sunglasses. Even the shield was different, sporting a red and white circle, with a black letter "A" in the middle.

        "Ah, yet another Captain America that thinks he can help with the fight. Your advanced fighting won't help you this time," said Daemos.

        "Excuse me? Maybe you might have bet other versions of me in other universe, but I'm not like your typical Star Spangled Man with a Plan.  I help save a nation from it's own government, one that has no care for how the public lives their lives.  I'm no Captain America.  I.  Am.  Captain Anarchy,"  stated the Captain.  With that, he yanked his shield from the brick wall, and bashed Daemos on the side of the head.  Peter felt like now as the time to strike, and tossed a web grenade at his feet.  And the final blows were delivered by Hobart himself, who slammed his guitar on Daemos's back.  He kept going, again and again, but Peter couldn't help it anymore.

        "Hey, stop.  C'mon man, he's had enough!". Both him and Captain Anarchy had to pull Hobart away, with Anarchy pulling his guitar from his grasp.

        "THAT'LL TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH SPIDER-MAN.  COME AT ME!  LET GO, I'VE GOT HIM!" he shouted.  Peter never thought he would see such anger in another Spider-Man, let alone himself, at another bad guy.  Sure, he wanted to help take over the multiverse, but no one deserves to die by his hand.  Spider-Man is supposed to be a symbol of hope, not fear.  And yet Hobart was pretty violent.

        A portal opened up underneath Daemos's unconscious body, and he fell through.  His hammer had disappeared, and Peter let go of Hobart.  He grasped at the concrete below, trying to find Daemos or the portal, but to no avail. 

        Hobart got up, and brushed off his suit.  Captain Anarchy and Peter stood there, when Hobart held out his hand to Peter.  He took it, and both shook hands.  "Thanks for holding me back, I honestly could've had more blood on my hands than I could handle," said Hobie. 

        Peter took no offense.  "Hey, it's no problem.  We're here to stop a common threat, and that's all that matters."

        Captain Anarchy spoke up.  "Well it's nice that you two have each other's backs, but what about that brute that just teleported out of dodge?"  He was right, and Peter hadn't thought of that.  He had to call Dr. Strange and Mr. Stark.  If Daemos came out of revenge of his siblings, then there was possible am entire deadly family bent on dictating the multiverse.

        He dialed up the main number set in his suit to contact Mr. Stark.  No answer.  He was probably asleep, after all, Peter had no idea how time flowed while he was in the multiverse.  He clicked the button on his travel device, and the numbers on the display flickered.  Eventually, it read the new Earth number that he was going to visit: 90214.  Like the rest of the journey, Peter had no idea what to expect.  But he had to act fast in order to prevent another attack from the Inheritors.

        He pressed the big button on his belt, and the sparks began to fly.  Clicking and whirring sounds filled the air, and Peter phased out of this dimension.  Galaxies passed, stars died and were born right before Peter's eyes.  He had gotten used to the landing part of the trips, and stuck the landing on the first try.

        He was on some kind of building, presumably a sky scraper.  If Peter hadn't known better, he would assume he was back home.  The only problem with this assumption was the abundance of zeppelins in the sky.  Peter wasn't even sure if this was New York anymore.  He could see the Chrysler Building and Empire State Building, but they looked, kind of shinier, almost new.  Peter knew he needed a view from the streets. 

        After jumping down to a nearby alley to change, he looked around.  Everything looked dusty, homeless people littering the sidewalks, black bags of trash piled almost as high as Peter's waist.  "What version of New York is this?" he asked himself.  As he walked, he noticed posters all along the walls; "Come see The Spectacular Bug-Man" and "He's got Radioactive Blood!" were on a few.  And who else was on those posters than what Peter could assume was the Spider-Man of Earth 90214.