"Then take us to her," Peter-A said to Robert.
Robert nodded.
He didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and waved it gently.
The next second, Peter-B felt as if the world before him was being gripped by an invisible hand and then suddenly crumpled into a ball.
All the sights, sounds, and light were distorted and stretched, turning into a chaotic mess of colors.
This feeling lasted less than a blink of an eye. When he could see his surroundings again, they were already in a dark and damp alley.
At the end of the alley, a red-haired woman wearing a dark green overall jacket with her hood pulled up stared at them warily.
Peter-B. steadied himself against the wall. He glanced at Robert, his mind churning.
What was that just now? Spatial teleportation?
"This... this is much faster than Strange's teleportation!" He couldn't help but voice his inner complaint.
"Otherwise, why would he be called one of the most powerful Avengers?" Peter-A replied matter-of-factly, brushing off non-existent dust from his clothes as if it were commonplace.
"One of them?" Peter-B's tone changed, and he looked at Peter-A in disbelief. "This isn't the strongest? He took down the enraged Hulk in a minute, something even Thor couldn't do!"
In his universe, Hulk goes berserk, it would take the entire Avengers to destroy half a city to barely bring him under control.
A punch that creates an atmosphere? Are you kidding me?
"That depends on which Thor you're talking about," Peter-A shrugged. "In our universe, the Sorcerer Supreme Wanda is the strongest Avengers, then Bob, followed by Dr. Banner, Thor, Mighty Thor Jane, and Vision."
"My dad is the best!"
A clear child's voice interrupted the two Spider-Man's "academic" discussion.
Morgan Stark peeked out from behind Robert at some point, puffing out his cheeks and retorting earnestly.
Peter-A. immediately knelt down, ruffled Morgan's hair, and said in a doting tone:
"Alright, alright, you're right. Mr. Stark Morgan indeed the most powerful. He's the only one on our side who, while focusing on technological research, possesses magical abilities that are no weaker than Strange's."
"Etc!"
Peter-B abruptly interrupted Peter-A, his voice trembling with excitement, "Your universe... Vision and Tony Stark... are still alive?!"
He stared intently at Peter-A, afraid he might have misheard a single word.
Vision, the AI with the Mind Stone embedded in his forehead, wasn't his head crushed by Thanos long ago?
Tony Stark... Mr. Stark, didn't he sacrifice himself by snapping his the Snap to save the universe?
Peter-A was taken aback by Peter-B's strong reaction. He blinked blankly, "Yeah, they're alive and well... What's wrong?"
Peter-B asked, puzzled, "Haven't you experienced Infinite Crisis?"
"What Infinite Crisis?" Peter-A was even more confused.
" Thanos!" Peter-B cried out frantically, gesturing wildly as he tried to use body language to help the other person remember.
"That director of the Cosmic Family Planning Commission! Purple skin, a big chin, likes to wear a glove studded with jewels, and that guy who can wipe out half of all life in the universe with a snap of his the Snap! He looks like a mutated purple sweet potato!"
"Oh..." Peter-A suddenly realized, "You mean him? Yes, we fought him in Wakanda. But that guy wasn't as good as you say, was he? He seemed... alright?"
Peter-B felt his worldview being shattered by the "self" before him.
"Not bad? What do you mean by 'not bad'?"
He took a deep breath and asked the most crucial question, "Your... Mr. Stark didn't the Snap in the end? Strange said it was one in fourteen million six hundred and five, our only chance to win was for Mr. Stark to the Snap and sacrifice himself..."
"Can we trust Strange?" Peter-A. looked at him like he was a fool.
"Whenever we have something to ask, we usually consult Wanda; she's much more accurate than Strange. If all else fails, there's Mr. Stark himself; his calculation abilities surpass all of ours."
Peter-B fell completely silent.
He understood now.
Or rather, he finally dared to believe that incredible guess that had driven him to the brink of madness with jealousy.
He looked at Peter-A before him, his voice hoarse as he confirmed, "So... in your universe, Tony Stark didn't die in Infinite Crisis, right?"
"Daddy's not dead!" Morgan interjected crisply, holding up the little toy she'd been holding. "He promised to find me a few more cute pets like this to play with!"
Peter-B's gaze fell on Morgan's hands.
It was a capsule-shaped creature with four short legs, its body was red and blue, and it had a white spider symbol on its chest.
It shook its head and blinked its two big eyes.
A Spider-Man -themed pet?
Peter-B stared at the strange creature, a thousand words stuck in his throat.
So, such a world really does exist.
A world where Tony Stark didn't die, Vision is still alive, Spider-Man hasn't been forgotten by the world, and there's even a powerful Sentry as a friend.
It turns out that all the pain and loss he endured was not the only outcome.
The atmosphere in the alley became somewhat heavy for a moment.
After listening to Jean Grey for a while, she finally took off her hat, somewhat impatiently.
He revealed a thin, pale face with sharp features, and a pair of reddish-brown eyes that held a scrutinizing gaze as if looking at a madman.
She leaned against the wall covered in huge graffiti, arms crossed, coldly watching the group of people who had suddenly appeared, then chatted as if no one else was there, and even pulled out strange pets.
She finally couldn't hold back and spoke, her voice cold and laced with undisguised sarcasm:
"So? All of you have cornered me here just to chat about everyday things in front of me?"