The Spider-Men

An ordinary house in Queens.

Gwen and Damian had changed into thicker clothes and appeared here.

"This is Spider-Man's house," Damian said, looking at the information on the game console in his hand.

Information about Spider-Man is everywhere online now, including his birth year, school he attended, and home address.

Countless Spider-Man friends have even surfaced, with some absurdly claiming to be pregnant with Spider-Man's child.

Spider-Man is now the key to generating massive revenue; anything related to him will bring in a fortune.

"Then I'll go knock on the door."

Knock knock knock!

Gwen gently knocked on the door.

Hello, is anyone home?

"My nephew is dead. I know nothing else. You reporters shouldn't come looking for this old woman."

A woman's voice, filled with resentment and exhaustion, came from inside.

Gwen frowned slightly. She knew those reporters would do anything for a headline, but harassing Spider-Man's family so soon after his death was truly disgusting.

"Hello, even though you think I'm lying, I am Spider-Man too."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

The door slowly opened, revealing a somewhat haggard face. It was an elderly woman with gray hair, her eyes red and swollen, her face filled with sadness and exhaustion.

"Come in!"

The old woman was slightly taken aback when she saw Gwen with an even smaller Damian.

"Thanks."

Gwen said politely.

"Thank you, Grandma."

Damian smiled sweetly.

The old woman's complexion improved slightly, and the wariness in her eyes lessened somewhat. She stepped aside to let the two into the house.

Gwen was about to ask something after she came in when her Spider-Sense suddenly triggered.

I didn't feel any danger; instead, I felt a sense of familiarity.

Damian suddenly put away the game console, took out his Obsidian Dagger, and looked at the ceiling.

"Hello, young man, don't be nervous."

A masked man in a black trench coat fell from the ceiling.

"Hello, nice to meet you, please take care of me."

A little girl with black hair walked out of a room, followed by a spider robot.

"Can anyone help me? I'm stuck. The tools in this world aren't very user-friendly."

A cry for help came from the bathroom. The old woman went in, and a moment later a cartoon pig-man, soaking wet and less than half a meter tall, emerged, wearing a red and blue spider suit.

Gwen and Damian stared at it silently. What was this thing?

And her Spider-Sense hasn't stopped yet.

"You are all mine..."

"Same kind!" x3

"We all gained superpowers after being bitten by a radiated spider (pig)."

The masked man introduced himself first, "My name is Peter Parker, I'm Spider-Man Noir, my universe is currently in 1993, I'm a private detective, I love Brooklyn's specialty drink, egg and honey milk, and I enjoy fighting Nazis, I really love it."

"Spider-Man Noir said, crossing his arms,"

The little black-haired girl sat on the head of the spider robot, which struck a cool pose.

"My name is Peni Parker, and I come from New York in 3145. There's a spider living inside my dad's robot, and we have Mind Stone connection. We're friends for life."

The robot's screen also changed to an expression *^_^*.

Peni Parker swung her legs with a grin, looking playful and cute.

"My name is Peter Bor, and I'm a photographer for the Howling Daily. During my work hours, I'm like a dog, digging up the hottest news."

However, I hate the journalists in this world; they're just a bunch of carrion-eating Vulture.

Peter Bor frowned and said with a look of disgust, as if he deeply loathed the reporters.

"Although I hate them, it's because of them that we're all here," Spider-Man Noir said.

"When did you arrive?" Gwen also dropped her stance.

Damian sheathed his dagger.

"I arrived yesterday, and thankfully Aunt May took me in." Spider-Man Noir gave Aunt May a grateful look.

"I arrived last night," Spider-Ham, shaking his round body.

"I arrived an hour earlier than you, sister. Is this your child?"

Penny looked at Damian, blinking her big eyes with curiosity.

Gwen was about to say no, but then she noticed Damian's somewhat helpless look (?), as if he was scared to suddenly appear in this unfamiliar world!

What would Sister Pamela do if she were here?

"Yes, she is my child, Damian Wayne. My name is Gwen Stacy, the Ghost-Spider."

Gwen said firmly, reaching out to pull Damian to her side and gently patting her shoulder.

Damian was slightly taken aback, but it wasn't surprising. The Godfather had been having more and more women lately, and they were probably all her new mothers.

"Mom Gwen."

Gwen blushed slightly when called and gave a barely perceptible response.

"Um..."

"This lady is a spider mom, maybe her kids will grow up to have Spider-Man abilities," Penny said innocently.

"But she's just turned 18! If you calculate it that way, she was only around 15 when she gave birth. If the child's father were to appear in front of me, I would ask him to check the rifling."

"Spider-Man Noir said in an unfriendly tone."

"Just one cub? That's so few," Spider-Ham muttered.

Gwen coughed lightly.

Do you know why we're here?

"I don't know, we just arrived too."

Everyone looked at Aunt May.

Aunt May sighed.

"Come with me."

Aunt May led the way to a storage room, and the others followed behind.

He took out the key, inserted it into the lock, and the ordinary wooden door opened, revealing an elevator inside.

"A secret base, every Spider-Man has one." -Spider-Man Noir

The group went inside.

As the elevator descended, the Spider Base came into view.

Various unique Spider-Man- Man suits and vehicles of all shapes and sizes.

Aunt May came to a wall of clues.

"A month ago, my nephew, Peter Parker, detected a change in the spacetime coefficient of this world, after a series of investigations."

After confirming that Kingpin about to open a time portal, Peter went to stop him. I thought he would return wounded as usual, but..."

Aunt May's voice choked as she spoke, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Gwen didn't disturb the old man, looking at the photos on the clue wall.

A huge man wearing a suit.

Kingpin.

She had heard of him, but then he disappeared without a trace.

Actually, Frank, who had some free time, led his men to clean it up; the area around the Demon Group didn't need any trash.