The blond man held a hammer crackling with electricity, while the red-gold mech retracted its four mechanical spider legs.
A man in blue battle armor had red magic ribbons fluttering from his shoulder blades. The green giant, whose red and blue bodysuit was about to burst, lowered his head to avoid bumping into the light tubes at the top of the elevator.
Tony Stark stepped out of the elevator, his red and gold nanotech suit emitting a slight metallic scraping sound.
He stopped in front of the control panel, his gaze sweeping over the six people in the underground base.
Wow.
Tony Stark raised his right hand and circled his index finger in mid-air.
Let me see what's here.
He pointed to Spider-Man Noir standing on the far left, who was wearing a black trench coat and a fedora, his entire being shrouded in shadow.
"A black-and-white Spider-Man with a 90s retro vibe. Is this some kind of old-school gangster movie? Or is your universe so far from inventing color televisions?"
Spider-Man Noir pulled his hat down low, his fingers rubbing the edge of his trench coat pocket.
The cardboard of the matchbox made a slight cracking sound. He didn't reply, but just stared at the red and gold armor that was completely beyond his comprehension.
Tony Stark's finger moved toward Peni Parker.
The little girl was sitting in the cockpit of the SP//dr mech, with red Japanese data streams flashing on the screen.
"A cyberpunk-style little girl. The wiring of this mech is a complete mess; the energy conversion rate is definitely less than 30%, and the external neural network control system has too much latency. It will definitely crash under high-frequency attacks."
Peni Parker puffed out her cheeks and slammed her hands down on the keyboard twice.
The SP//dr mech's metal arm emitted a muffled protest, and its red electronic eyes flashed more rapidly.
Tony Stark continued pointing to the right, looking at Gwen Stacy in her white hooded suit.
" Spider-Man- Woman, the ballet shoes are a creative choice. The material of the bodysuit looks like it offers zero bulletproof protection. If you were to encounter a large-caliber armor-piercing bullet, were you planning to dance to avoid it?"
Gwen Stacy crossed her arms and turned her head away.
She examined the golden Spider-Totem on Tony's chest, her fingers tapping lightly on the edge of her arm.
Tony Stark's finger finally rested on Miles.
"There's also a Black Spider-Man. His red and black suit is somewhat tasteful, but it's clearly two sizes too big. What, did he steal his elder's clothes to go and do some heroic deeds?"
Miles awkwardly tugged at his bodysuit, took a half-step back, and pressed his back against the metal wall.
His fingers spread open and closed at his sides.
Tony Stark withdrew his hand and turned to look at Peter B. Parker, who was lying on the folding chair.
The air suddenly became quiet.
Tony Stark stared at the protruding belly, the faded gray sweatpants, and the Spider-Man bodysuit stretched to its limit.
He paused for a full five seconds.
"Okay. And there's also a chubby Underoos."
Peter B. Parker sat up from the recliner, his belly fat jiggling with the movement, his tight-fitting clothes creating several noticeable creases at his waist.
He stuffed the remaining small piece of apple pie into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and swallowed it.
Peter B. Parker stood up and dusted the cookie crumbs off his hands.
He sucked in his stomach, trying to make himself look a little more normal, and stepped up to Tony Stark.
" Mr. Stark," Peter B. Parker began, his gaze sweeping over the other three people behind Tony. "Were you also brought here by that multiverse collider?"
Tony immediately stood up straight, raised his chin, and put his hands behind his back.
I am not Tony Stark.
Tony Stark pointed to the gold emblem on his chest.
"Please call me Iron Spider."
He turned to the side and pointed to the giant green man standing at the elevator entrance.
Banner was looking down, trying to pull his shoulder out of the elevator door frame.
"That's Spider-Hulk."
Banner finally freed his shoulder. He scratched the back of his head, his huge foot slamming into the ground, causing a dent in the metal floor with a screeching, twisting sound.
Tony then pointed to Strange was wearing a blue suit.
"This is the Sorcerer Supreme Spider."
Strange rolled his eyes, and the red magic ribbon wriggled irritably in mid-air.
He crossed his arms, turned his head to look at the ventilation ducts on the ceiling, and acted as if he didn't want to talk to Tony at all.
Tony finally pointed to Thor, who was wielding Mjolnir.
"And this one, Thor Spider, or you could call him the Point Break Protagonist Spider."
Thor switched the hammer to his left hand, and casually swung his right hand in mid-air, a string of blue arcs of electricity leaping at his fingertips.
He raised his eyebrows and surveyed the surrounding equipment.
Peter B. Parker stood there, his hands in his sweatpants pockets.
He stared at the four monsters in front of him, dressed in ridiculous bodysuits.
I'm not sure what to say.
These guys are definitely real Avengers, but for some reason they're here doing role-playing.
Peter B. Parker thought to himself, "This is the weird sense of humor of superheroes."
Since they don't want to reveal their identities, let's just go along with what they're saying.
With these monsters around, dealing with Kingpin won't take much effort at all.
"Okay, Mr. Iron Spider."
Peter B. Parker emphasized the words " Iron Spider," spreading his hands in a casual gesture.
"Next, we plan to cause trouble for Kingpin and prevent him from restarting the collider."
Peter B. Parker gestured to several of his comrades behind him.
"Do you want to come along?"
Tony turned his head, and the blue indicator light on the edge of his mask flashed twice.
Who is Kingpin?
The underground base was utterly silent.
Miles gaped, looked at Tony Stark, then turned to look at Peter B. Parker.
"Sir, Kingpin, real name Wilson Fisk. Ruler of the New York underworld empire. He owns several legitimate businesses as a cover, secretly controlling over 70% of illegal transactions. He has no superpowers, but possesses immense physical strength and fighting skills. He weighs over 400 pounds, mostly muscle."
JARVIS's data report was quickly broadcast into Tony Stark's headset.
Tony curled his lip.
"Turns out he was just a gangster boss."
He waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.
"A villain of this caliber isn't even worthy of my activation of the armor; he's not worth mentioning."
Peter B. Parker raised his hand and rubbed his temples vigorously.
And you still say you're not Stark.
Which Spider-Man from any universe wouldn't know who Kingpin is? Which Spider-Man would dismiss New York's biggest mob boss as "insignificant"?
"OK."
Peter B. Parker turned around, walked to the control panel, picked up the Spider-Man mask that was on it, and put it on his head.
Thor took a step forward, his hammer spinning twice in mid-air, creating a gust of wind that sent the blueprints on the lab table flying everywhere.
Miles was forced back several steps by the wind pressure and crashed into the wall.
Let's go.
"And take these kids home with you."
Strange sighed, lowered his arms from his chest, and took two steps forward.
Even robots aren't as tired as I am.
Strange grumbled and raised his hands.
His fingers moved rapidly through the air, and golden magical sparks appeared out of thin air, tracing a bright arc in mid-air along the path of his fingertips.
The sparks quickly connected end to end, forming a huge circular portal with a diameter of over three meters.
Sparks flew from the edge of the portal, and the scene inside gradually became clear.
It was a vast underground space. Huge metal pipes crisscrossed the area, and in the center was a massive mechanical device that emitted a ghostly blue light.
Numerous armed personnel dressed in black combat uniforms patrolled the area.
This is Kingpin's underground collider base.
Miles swallowed hard, staring at the magic door that had appeared out of nowhere.
He turned to look at Strange, then at the Silk-Shooter on his wrist.
"This is much faster than swinging on a swing," Miles muttered to himself.
The group began walking towards the teleportation portal.
Thor stopped and turned to look at Aunt May had been standing silently at the elevator entrance.
Thor raised his right hand.
A dark red light shone from his fingertips, the red light intertwining and coalescing in mid-air.
The molecules in the air are forcibly rearranged, and the form of matter is completely altered.
A white chrysanthemum appeared out of thin air in Thor's hand, its petals layered upon each other, glistening with morning dew, and emitting a faint fragrance.
Thor walked up to Aunt May.
He handed over the white chrysanthemum.
" Aunt May."
Thor spoke.
Could you please deliver a bouquet of flowers to Peter for me?
Aunt May stood there, looking at the tall, blond man in front of her, and at the white chrysanthemum that had appeared out of nowhere in his hand.
The air in the underground base froze instantly.
Peter B. Parker stopped in front of the portal and turned to look at the scene.
He gripped the edge of his mask tightly with his fingers, and his breathing became heavy.
Is this Asgard illusion magic?
Isn't that Loki's favorite weapon?
This Thor can do that too?!
Aunt May didn't say anything.
She stretched out her right hand and firmly pinched the stem of the chrysanthemum.
"Good."
Aunt May gathered the chrysanthemums to her chest, took a half step back, and made way for the elevator.
Thor nodded, then turned and strode toward the portal.
Tony Stark's red-gold armor's thrusters emitted pale blue flames as he hovered in mid-air and flew directly into the portal.
Banner bent down, his enormous green body squeezing into the golden sparkle ring.
As he stepped over the edge of the portal, he accidentally bumped into Strange's arm.
"Watch out, big guy." Strange adjusted the red ribbon on his back and stepped forward to catch up.
Peter B. Parker waved to Miles.
"Keep up, kids, it's a rare opportunity to work with the Avengers."
Miles pulled down his mask and followed Gwen Stacy and Spider-Man Noir into the portal.
Peni Parker piloted the SP//dr mech, taking heavy steps across the golden halo.
Sparks flickered violently at the edge of the portal.
The alarm lights at Kingpin's base spun wildly on the other side of the portal, their red glow reflecting off Tony Stark's metal mask.
Countless dark gun barrels simultaneously turned and aimed at the group of uninvited guests who had appeared out of nowhere.
Tony hovered in mid-air and raised his right arm.
The electric arc pulse cannon on the hand emitted a blinding white light.