Writing about three Peter almost drove me crazy, so please bear with it.
My writing skills are limited...
When the golden magical pillars of light in the Sanctum Sanctorum were completely extinguished, Strange stood in the center of the messy hall, his dark blue mage robes stained with tiny fragments of runes, and cold sweat still clinging to his forehead.
He looked down at the newly formed golden compass in his palm. The compass surface was covered with dense magical patterns, and a tiny fragment of spacetime floated in the center, like a restless heart, beating slightly.
Strange's voice was somewhat hoarse. "It can track all life forms outside this world. But its range is limited, sensing at most fifty kilometers around New York. And... it can only sense 'existence,' unable to probe for further information."
Peter took the compass, his fingertips touching the cold metal surface. The compass needle trembled slightly, pointing northeast.
He took a deep breath, put the compass into a hidden pocket in his suit's breast pocket, and looked up at Strange: "Doctor, let's go."
Strange glanced at him, said nothing, and simply waved his hand, causing a portal to slowly unfold in front of them.
"Take care of the ones closest to us first. These three to the east have the strongest aura; deal with the ones in front of us, then we'll consider the rest."
Peter nodded and stepped into the portal first.
Strange watched the boy's retreating figure and sighed softly.
He originally only wanted to help the child with a trial in an illusion, but he never expected that it would shake the entire multiverse.
The moment the portal closed, the last wisp of golden magical light in the Sanctum Sanctorum's hall quietly dissipated.
The edge of the rooftop of a skyscraper in New York City.
Lynn leaned against the railing, her hands in her trench coat pockets, her gaze calmly surveying the churning city.
He didn't make a move, nor did he intend to.
He promised the Ancient One to protect Earth and ensure the universe wouldn't be destroyed. As for how this matter would end, that was a matter for Strange and Peter.
He closed his eyes and slowly unfolded his senses.
In an instant, information about the entire Earth flooded into his mind.
Lynn's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
His senses traversed streets, buildings, and the gaps in the turbulent flow of time and space, capturing one familiar aura after another that shouldn't exist in this universe.
Doctor Octopus.
Lizard.
Sandman.
Vulture.
besides...
"Two Spider-Man..."
He muttered to himself, his tone tinged with disbelief.
"The original timeline only had five villains. Now look at this: Green Goblin, Electro, Venom, Lizard, Vulture... You've really stirred up a big commotion."
He looked up at the still-unhealed spatial rift in the sky, his tone tinged with helplessness. "What exactly did you two do? How could you possibly pull all the superheroes and supervillains from the multiverse here?"
He sighed softly and stopped sensing.
The rest, leave it to them.
A secluded alley in Queens, Queens New York.
Two figures emerged almost simultaneously from the shadows on either side of the alley entrance, instinctively landing softly.
They were all wearing red and blue battle suits, but the details were completely different.
The two Spider-Man saw each other at the same time.
The air grew quiet.
The one on the left spoke first, his voice tinged with wariness. "Who are you?"
The response on the right was much calmer. "I should be asking you that! Why are you wearing the same uniform as me?"
"I made this myself! Who are you? Which organization are you from? Why are you impersonating me!"
The one on the right took a step forward, "I have no organization. I'm Spider-Man."
The one on the left immediately stood up, assumed a defensive stance, and shouted, "I'm Spider-Man! What's your purpose in impersonating me?"
"I want to figure out who you are. You've appeared in my city, wearing the same armor as me; I have reason to suspect you're an enemy."
"Is this your city? This is clearly my city."
The two Spider-Man exchanged a glance and moved almost simultaneously.
The one on the left shot out Silk, which stuck to the wall on the right. Using the momentum, it swung up and kicked the one on the right in the shoulder. The one on the right reacted quickly, dodging to the side, and at the same time shot out Silk that stuck to the ankle of the one on the left, pulling hard.
The one on the left lost its balance, flipped in the air, landed steadily, and immediately shot out two more Silk, which stuck to the walls on either side, pulling the one on the right towards itself. The one on the right remained calm, shot out Silk that stuck to the ceiling, used the momentum to swing, dodged the pull, and at the same time kicked the one on the left in the chest.
The one on the left raised his hand to block, and the two briefly engaged in close combat for a few moves.
After several rounds, neither of them gained the upper hand.
The one on the left suddenly jumped back, creating distance, and simultaneously shot out Silk from both hands, one Silk, one deflecting the Silk sticking to the mask, and the other sticking to the wrist of the one on the left.
Four spider Silk intertwined in the air and simultaneously stuck to the opposite wall.
The two Spider-Man remained frozen in place, still in the pose of shooting Silk, neither of them moving.
The one on the right spoke first, a hint of surprise in his voice, "You shoot Silk with a launcher?"
The one on the left hasn't let his guard down. "Hmm. What about yours?"
"I don't use a transmitter."
The one on the right raised his wrist, his fingertips twitched slightly, and a strand of Silk shot out from the inside of his wrist, sticking to the opposite wall.
The one on the left paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile, "What kind of mutated ability is this?"
"Uh, I'm not really sure how to explain it either."
The two remained locked in a tense standoff for a few more seconds, then realized something almost simultaneously.
"Are you really Spider-Man?" the one on the left asked, his tone less wary.
The one on the left paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile, "I knew it... I knew things weren't that simple."
"You just said this is your city?" the man on the right asked.
"Yes, I've lived in Queens for over ten years. What about you?"
"Me too. But in my universe's Queens, you weren't there before."
The two Spider-Man exchanged a glance, both seeing a complex emotion in each other's eyes.
Just then, a figure appeared silently at the alley entrance.
The two Spider-Man turned their heads simultaneously, instantly tensing their bodies and assuming fighting stances.
"Don't be nervous."
Lynn spoke calmly, his hands in his trench coat pockets, making no aggressive move. "I'm not here to fight."
He walked up to the two men, his gaze sweeping over their suits, and nodded slightly. "Sure enough, it's still two familiar Spider-Man."
"Do you know us?" The man on the right frowned, his eyes still wary.
"I know," Lynn said, "Or rather, your arrival is related to my friend."
He paused, then briefly explained the situation, "You've been swept into this universe by a spacetime turbulence. This was caused by a Spider-Man from this universe and a sorcerer named Strange. They're searching for the people who came with you."
The one on the left had his eyes light up. "Then... can I still go back?"
"Of course."
Lynn said, "But the priority now is upgrading; you need to survive. This universe is in chaos right now, and the villains you encountered before have come with you. Our universe's Spider-Man is looking for them."
Both Spider-Man gasped simultaneously.
"What?"
"Yeah, don't be curious. It means exactly what you think. Green Goblin, Electro, Venom, Doctor Octopus, Lizard, Sandman... you should be very familiar with them."
The one on the left clenched his fist. "Your Spider-Man here is really outrageous."
The one on the right didn't speak, but his gaze remained fixed on Lynn: "Can you take us to them?"
"Yes, of course. That's why I came."
Lynn waved his hand, and a teleportation portal slowly opened at the alley entrance. "Let's go. You can handle the rest yourselves."
The two Spider-Man exchanged a glance, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, following Lynn into the portal.
The Sanctum Sanctorum.
Strange and Peter haven't returned yet.
Lynn appeared in the hall with two Little Peter, and with a wave of his hand, the portal closed.
"You can rest here for a bit. Peter will be back soon."
The two Peter looked around at the strange magical artifacts and floating books in the Sanctum Sanctorum, looking bewildered but not panicking.
The one on the left is still studying the magic circle on the wall, while the one on the right leans against the door, maintaining a vigilant posture.
Lynn didn't explain further, but simply walked to the window, looked at the distant sky, and waited quietly.
About half an hour later, the doors of the Sanctum Sanctorum were pushed open, and Strange and Peter walked in, looking exhausted.
Peter was stunned Peter saw two more people in the hall.
"This... this is..."
The two Peter were stunned when they saw Peter.
They looked at Peter's familiar battle suit, at the youthful yet determined expression on Peter face, and a complex mix of emotions flashed in their eyes—surprise, doubt, and a strange sense of familiarity.
The one on the left spoke, his tone slightly tentative, but not flustered.
"You... you're Spider-Man too?"
"Hmm."
Peter nodded, walked up to them, and said, "I'm Spider-Man."
The three Peter stood together, looking at each other, and for a moment no one spoke.
Strange watched this scene, sighed softly, and turned to Lynn: "You brought them back?"
"Yes."
Lynn nodded. "Found them in the alley. Two Spider-Man from different universes, they just had a fight."
Strange gave a wry smile, "It seems this matter is more complicated than I imagined."
"Now come the villains, and two Spider-Man. You two created this mess, so clean it up yourselves."
He paused, his tone calm but with an undeniable air of authority. "My duty is to ensure this universe is not destroyed. As for how to send them back, how to repair the spacetime rifts, that's your responsibility."
After saying that, he turned and walked toward the entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum.
"Where are you going?" Peter shouted.
" Back to base."
Without turning his head, Lynn said, "I don't have time to waste on your nonsense. Don't bother me if you need something, and don't bother me if you don't need anything. Unless the world really is going to end."
His figure disappeared through the doorway, leaving only Strange, Peter, and the three Spider-Man looking at each other in bewilderment.
A moment of silence fell over the Great Hall of the Sanctum Sanctorum.
Finally, Peter spoke first. He looked at the two Little Peter and said calmly, "You... please sit down. It's safe here."
The two Little Peter nodded and found a place to sit down. The one on the left was still curiously examining the magical artifacts in the Sanctum Sanctorum, while the one on the right sat silently to the side, his gaze never leaving Peter.
Strange walked to the experimental table, staring at the golden compass, his brow furrowed. "Two Spider-Man... the spacetime rift is still widening. If we don't send them back soon, the structure of this universe will be torn apart."
"So what should we do?" Peter asked.
Strange paused for a moment, then looked up at Peter: "We need to find a way to reverse the energy flow of the spacetime rift and send them back one by one. But this requires a lot of magic, and also..."
He paused, then looked at the three Peter: "I need the cooperation of the three of you."
The three Peter looked up at the same time, their eyes showing a hint of seriousness, but more so a tacit understanding.
They knew that this time, they were no longer fighting alone.
On the third basement level of the SSC building, Peter unlocked the metal door disguised as an electrical distribution box using his fingerprint.
"Come in, this is my lab."
Behind the door was a warm yellow light, and a workbench piled high with parts occupied most of the space.
"This place of yours..."
His tone held a hint of wistfulness. "It's much better than my 'cosmic lab.' Mine was just a basement, without even a decent computer."
Little Peter pulled three bottles of energy drinks from the drawer and tossed them to the two boys, saying, "Make do with these."
The two took the drinks, pulled the tabs and took a big gulp, then walked to the workbench and picked up a half-finished Web-Shooter to examine it closely.
"Is your transmitter's wiring... using parallel connection?"
"Yes. In a series connection, if one nozzle gets clogged, the entire transmitter is ruined. Parallel connection consumes more power, but it has a higher fault tolerance."
Big Peter leaned against the door, watching the two men huddle around the workbench discussing wiring issues, a slight smile playing on his lips. He raised his wrist, his fingertips twitching slightly, and a Silk precisely stuck to a hook on the ceiling, swung with the force, and landed steadily on the other side of the workbench.
"You two... you've only known each other for less than an hour, and you're already exchanging technical information?"
Little Peter smiled, rummaged through the shelf and pulled out several cans of cobweb fluid refills and some spare pieces of cloth, handing them to Peter.
"Let's see if it works."
About ten minutes later, the three of them did a final check on their equipment.
Little Peter walked to the holographic projection table in the center of the laboratory and pressed the start button.
A map appeared in mid-air, marked with several red dots.
After the three discussed it for a while, Little Peter looked at the two of them, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Welcome to the team, Spider-Man."
The three Spider-Man turned around at the same time and headed towards the laboratory exit.