Stephan Strange's home still, obviously:

Strange was relucted to let me out, considering I tried to incinerate him, but Peter was able to convince him I wasn't a threat, and for me to say, 'sorry Wizard man, that I threw a fire ball at you, and maybe almost killed you.'

Peter has called MJ and Ned to the mansion that must've had a holiday party or something. I mean there is *literal* snow on the floor, talk about commitment.

Looks Ned and MJ brought their winter clothes on despite it being 56 degrees outside, how are they not sweating? Oh me? Well, I still have my janitor outfit that seems to be stuck to me, but being a literal magma man, The cold doesn't affect me anymore.

"I can't believe I'm in the Sanctum Sanctorum..." Ned maunders, mindlessly looking around the place. I also should be excited, but maybe when the place is back to being clean, I'll appreciate it more.

"Neither can I." Strange sarcastically comments. Guess the situation is putting a lot of problems on his plate, or he's just grumpy today.

"So, how did you know you were made of magic?" Ned asks the annoyed wizard. "Because my nanna says we have it in and something I get these tinglings in my head..."

"You should talk to your physician." Strange suggests, shrugging of anymore potential questions.

"Peter." MJ happily greets. Sounds like her life took a better turn.

"Hey." Peter hugs MJ. "I'm sorry for dragging you in this, you just gotta help me find these guys..."

"You don't have to apologize." MJ assures him. "You got us a second chance at MIT." MJ then glances at me. "Who is he?" Oh boy....

"Right...." Peter and I remember that my... alteration has left me unidentifiable. "Guys, this is... Y/N." Peter tells them as I awkwardly wave.

"2.0" I nervously say. Ned and MJ look obviously shocked at the new me, especially since it's not new years yet.

"Y/N?" Ned questions, looking at his second-best friend that is now charcoal and Magma. "What happened to you man?

"I....fell?" I hesitantly explain. Please stop making me avert the fact that I tried to rob S.T.A.R.K, pretty please? "Look, we'll get onto that later. More important, Villains have come to destroy town, yes?"

"So, how did the bad guys get here?" Ned questions Peter. Obliging my wish to change the subject. Peter embarrassingly looks at him, trying to find a way to explain it but Strange does it for him.

"He screwed up a spell trying to get you into collage." Strange tells them.

"Wait, what?" MJ and Ned say in unison. "I thought it was a magic laser, you did it with magic?" MJ questions Peter.

"No, that was after." Peter quickly says. "Let's just focus on the good news, okay?"

"No, let's focus on the bad news." Strange asserts. "As of now, you have detected zero multiverse trespassers. So, get on your phones, scour the internet, and Scooby-Doo this shit!" Strange loudly commands all of us. Sorry dude, but I lost my phone.

"You're telling us what to do, even though it was *your* spell that got screwed up, meaning that all of this was kinda your mess." MJ deflects, and Strange gives her a mildly offended look. "You know, I know a couple magic words myself, starting with the word 'please'." MJ challenges with a smirk.

Strange lets out a annoyed breath, before quipping a smile. "Please, Scooby-Doo this shit." Strange 'politely requests' of us. "You can work in the undercroft."

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"Badass..." Ned mumbles, exploring the room. He spots an old crossbow and starts observing it like he just found the Mona Lisa.

"You sure? Looks more like one of Scarecrow's secret laboratories." I observe, and Ned gives me a confusing glance. "From Batman?" I try specifying, but Ned shakes his head. "Nevermind."

"Guys.... listen, about the whole spell thing..." Peter embarrassed, tries to apologize.

"It's totally okay." MJ reassures him.

Peter blinks. "Wait, really?"

"I mean, I get it. You were just trying to fix things..." MJ says in a attempting, but smoothing tone. "And so, maybe run it by us next time, you know? That way, when your thinking... 'Hey, I'm gonna do something that could... break the universe,' we could like... help you. Workshop something, or brainstorm ideas." She suggests.

"Deal." Peter happily nods. "Ned?"

"Oh, dude, I don't care. And seriously not big a deal." Ned nonchalantly tells him, more focused on the items around the basement. "Ooooh... A torture rack."

He then notices a suspicious looking machine, definitely looks pretty torture-y. He touches one of the springs that then whirls. "I take it back, this must be Arcade's room." I jokingly comment.

" *That* is a palliates machine." MJ informs us, good to know. "And *that* is......" She then points farther down the room.

"A dungeon...." Ned says, and he's probably right. There are more cells than I thought there was earlier.

"The crypt." Peter corrects him. Oh, still a cool name.

"Okay, so we get the rest of the guys, you zap them, Doctor Magic will send them back, and then we get into MIT.... Round of stale donuts, my treat." MJ summarizes the plan. "Y/N, included." MJ also mentions. Exciting, but is my stomach still normal and fleshy?

Ned shows up in the crypt, armed with the crossbow. "Let's catch some multiverse man." He pumps us up.

"Hey! who the hell are these two!" The crazy Doc aggressively questions us.... from his cell, rude werido.

"These are my other friends, MJ and Ned." Peter introduces the two. Who does their best, greeting... thing.

"Hello!" Ned waves.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" Peter queries him, which would be good to know.

"Doctor Otto Octavius." He identifies himself as, which is responded by helpless chuckling at the absurdity of the name. Stop it Y/N, you idiot! That's rude!

"Wait, no seriously, what's your name?" Peter asks again. But it's responded by an unamused glare from Otto..... Octopus. Hah, got 'em.

Ned notices the big Lizard in his own cell. "Is that a dinosaur?" He asks in awe at the miserable looking Lizard. You know, he might be, judging by how you look at it.

"From the way we fought? I could say yes." I imply. Ned gives me a look that says 'you actually fought that thing?'

"Anyway, like Ned, time to go multiverse hunting." I zealously say. I bring up my knuckles for a fist bump and Ned eagerly accepts, except my hand only scorches his fist.

"OW! Son of a bi-"

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Now we're preparing for our mission to go person from another universe-hunting. Ned is setting up the equipment, Peter is trying to clean his suit of the green paint he got splashed with the other day, Otto is still trying to get out of the grips from his rouge arms, and MJ is.... studying Doctor Strange's goatee for some reason.

Meanwhile, I just chill around next to the Lizard who I fought earlier. We don't really speak, and I just take the time walloping a forcefield as if it's a punching bag, trying to learn new moves.

Peter is scrubbing furiously at the green paint with foam, while having a conversation with his Aunt May on the phone. "If it won't come off, bring it to the shelter and I'll get it out." May suggests.

"No, no, no May, we gotta catch these guys first." Peter declines. I try combining two fireballs into a more powerful one, but no dice, guess it doesn't really work like that.

"Well, finish your mission, then come by." May says before they both eventually hang up. I attempt a charge at the forcefield, it obviously doesn't do nothing, but I felt like I saw a dent be made before repairing itself.

Deciding to take a break for a moment, I try making small talk with the Lizard. "So, have you always been a lizard?" I hesitantly ask, it only responds with a growl. I simply nod. "Good talk."

"Aw, crap!" Peter frustratingly struggles with something and in the process, he accidently slings a web that lands on my face. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" He apologizes, but he doesn't need to.

Before I can rip it off and complain, the web melts due to my molten skin and any pieces of it fall onto the ground. Peter is slightly shocked and this catches the Lizard immediate attention. "You're immune to his webs? Interesting...." Lizard mentally notes this down.

Peter, realizing he can't get the paint off, just decides to turn the suit inside out, where fabric is now black and gold. "This could work." He maunders.

"I got one, I got one, I got one!" Ned calls out to all of us, well us that are not in cells, and we gather around his desk. "You can take the guy out of the chair, but you can't take the chair out of the guy."

"What did you find?" Peter questions him.

"There's a... disturbance near a military research facility outside the city, and witnesses say they saw a monster flying through the air." Ned tells us. It definitely sounds like a potential super-guy.

"That's gotta be the guy I saw on the bridge, right?" Peter guesses. But if Strange is right, then there's probably 5 people who can fly around here now.

"That's impossible." Otto grimly protests the thought. This catches our attention and Peter walks up to him.

"You know him, don't you?" Peter queries him. "On the bridge, you said his name." He remembers. If so, then it might be a small multiverse out there.

"Norman Osborn. Brilliant scientist. Military researcher." Otto identifies the Elf's name and occupation. "But he was greedy, misguided." He then says. Something tells me if that guy was here instead of this Doctor Octopus, he would've criticized this man as a narcissist, cuz that's what he is.

"What happened to him?" Peter curiously asks next.

"WE TIRE OF YOUR QUESTIONS BOY!" Otto snaps. And I think one of my coal pieces just dropped in fear.

"Okay... I gotta go." Peter scared, puts on his black and gold suit and turns back to Ned. "Where are we going?"

"It can't be him." Otto mumbles to himself. I swear dude, you better not make us have the same conversation.

"Why?" MJ probes.

"Because Norman Osborn died years ago." Otto grimly testifies. "So either we saw someone else.... or you're about to fly in the darkness...." Otto pauses for moment.

"....To fight a ghost."

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Now we're here, in the woods, in the dark, lovely. While Spider-Man webs around, I other hand have to walk, dude to my inability to fly. Eventually we stop near some kind of fire-man shed, judging by the uniforms over there.

Meanwhile, Ned and MJ are watching with Peter's phone duct-taped to his chest, hey, it works. I try glancing a few directions, but I don't really see anything, Peter however, seems to be staring at the ground hard.

I follow his glance and then I spot it too, sand, and it seems to be moving. "Did you guys see that?" Peter asks me and the others on the phone.

"No, uhh..."

"It's... it's really dark." Ned replies. Those responses give me a bad feeling. Peter looks like he does too as we silently scour the area for our possible 'visitor.'

We slowly follow the waving sand into a couple of power lines and that's when a noise stops us in our tracks. Peter's eyes widen along with his suit's lenses, he prepares the device Strange gave him as we listen to what seems be electric sounds. Blue lights are beginning to illuminate in the sky.

"What's going on?" Ned asks, none of us respond. I notice the air is whirring louder and louder and that my molten lava is beginning to resurface again.

"Peter what is it?" MJ is starting to sound worried on the other line. "Are you getting the tingle thing?" It probably doesn't need to anymore as the wind gets louder. "Is the tingle thing happening?" Yes MJ, now please stop talking. "Is your tingle tingling?" I don't think I wanna respond to that.

We slowly turn around to a figure in between the power lines, can't tell what gender it is, or if it's even a human, this guy seems to be an entire electrical being. "Are you guys seeing this?" Peter queries the others.

"Yeah." MJ answers.

"Osborn?" Ned asks Peter.

"No, he was green. This guy's blue." Peter responds. And I hope the green guy doesn't have green skin like this guy has blue all over him. "Uh... you wouldn't happen to be from another universe, would you?" Peter tries calling out to the figure but we get no response from the person who seems to be asleep, instead the figure seems to be absorbing power from the power lines.

"What's he doing?" MJ worriedly wonders.

"I don't know, I think he's charging." Peter guesses. It defiantly looks that way, and I'm certain it's not so he can make us a gift.

"I don't like this." MJ seems to have a bad feeling about it too. "Just web him." She then suggests.

Peter does just that, sling a web towards our the figures direction, but it just seems to go through them and hit a tree instead. The tree disappears and then I hear a loud sound on the phone, oops.

The electrical guy then wakes up after this, and without even blinking, shoots electricity at us. Spider-Man dodges it and swings through the trees, while I just stand there... I know that's kinda dumb, shut up.

Then another bolt blasts me against a tree, however I just shake it off while the tree topples down against another one, max durability over here.

I then glance at the power lines, which gives me an idea. Our best chance would most likely be to separate this guy from his energy source, right?

Peter meanwhile, is swinging through trees while trying to dodge the lightning bolts giving chase. "Guys, this is not helping!" Peter shouts at what I assume are MJ and Ned trying to play him like a video game..... I take that back.

I rush towards one of the power lines charging our visitor while Peter, swings for his life. I begin climbing, which is slightly easier thanks to my slight fear of heights being diminished thanks to my indestructible skin, thank you S.T.A.R.K.

I glance at Peter and see him taking a hit from one of the bolts, that's not good! I try to climb faster, in hopes of stopping the figure from fully frying him.

I feel my fear rising when I see them readying another bolt, I try to pick up the pace even more, almost reaching the cables, but then the figure fires again. "NO!" I hear myself shout.

That's when sand suddenly forms a wall, shielding the blast, saving the web-slinger. I stare at the scene confused, but when I see Peter getting back up, I remember I gotta take out those power lines before I could lose my hero for real.

While climbing and now dodging sudden lightning bolts, I overhear the two talking.

3rd POV:

"Whoa." Peter stares at the sand-wall in shock, where did this come from? even more shocking a head then starts forming, facing Peter.

"Peter, it's me, Flint Marko. You remember?" The unknown Sandman talks to him. Peter easily identifies this man as another pulled visitor.

"I *am* Peter, but not your Peter." He tries to quickly explain. This only seems to confuse the man.

"What do you mean 'not your Peter'? What's going on?" He confusingly questions Peter. This isn't the time for multiverse talk.

"I'll explain everything." He assures the Sandman. "But first, help me and my Molten friend stop this guy, okay?"

The Man, knowing there's still a fight going on, just nods at Peter. "Alright."

"You try to surround him, while we try to pull the plug, okay?" Peter quickly tells the guy his plan. And the Sandman starts turning into a sand tornado, absorbing bolts and trying to surround the electric figure.

Back to Y/N's:

Peter swings to the nearest tower while the unknown guy starts surrounding the electric figure. I try to call out to Peter. "Peter! the power lines!" I shout at him. However the electric figure takes the moment to zap me unguarded, bringing me down the tower a little, kinda ow.

While I climb once again, the Sand-dude surrounds electric guy and I can't help but notice how the figure's electricity now looks more yellow. Anyway, he can still shock me, and I try to shake the bolts off, but it still stings.

As I reach the power lines, I notice Peter webbing the other tower and pulling it toward himself. While he's doing that, I glance at my molten hand and grab the fork-part of my tower and try pulling it in a attempt to break it.

Eventually, the event of the two tower's forks being pulled results in some kind of overload, causing the figure to lose his juice and begin falling. Noticing this, I then jump onto the dirty ground and watch as Sandman catches the falling visitor while Peter lands on the ground doing a superhero pose, cool.

The electric figure is now not so electric as the Sandman lets him go and phases next to Peter, who take his mask off. "Different Peter... weird." The Sandman who identified himself as 'Flint Marko observes.

"Thanks." Peter responds, in a surprisingly non-sarcastic tone. He tries giving the guy a low-five but the sand-man's hand only dissipates upon impact, poor guy. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Flint shrugs it off. He then notices me. "Is he *your* Peter?" He asks me, points at... well, my Peter.

"Yup, I got my powers *here*." I explain. "Just got them today in fact. You can say this is just me training my new.... skills."

"Hmm..." He mumbles. We all then realize the figure is getting back up. It seems to be a Ebony Man, with a very shaped head, and a goatee.

"I got my body back..."The man realizes, glancing down at his hands. I mean, technically, he didn't really lose it. And by the way his veins are lighting up, he likely didn't lose his powers.

"Okay, this is going to sound really crazy, but this isn't your universe." Peter explains to the two. The Man then turns to Peter.

"Another universe?" He repeats.

"Uh-hu."

"What?" Flint says, frowning. He then glances at me and I just make hand gestures and mouth 'magic, in this universe'.

"That's what I was feeling." The man notes. "The power, it's different. I like it." He smirks, a flash in his pupils.

"Easy, buddy." Flint warns the guy against anything drastic. I agree, we come in peace... maybe, if you call 'putting you in a cell so you don't destroy anything' peace.

"Sounds like he's gonna make a Palpatine reference at any moment...." I nervously mumble at the others, who slightly nod.

"It's actually my fault that you're here." Peter says next.

"Like... Like the universe? Or the woods?" The ebony man questions. "I hate the woods."

"And the woods hate *me*." I boast. I stare and the fallen tree from earlier with a challenging look. "Come at me bro!" I turn back and notice everyone staring at me kinda weird. "Sorry."

"I, umm... I meant the universe, sir." Peter specifies, while I make a mind blown gesture, the multiverse is real man!

"So, what? Y'all just gon' stand there and act like I ain't butt-ass naked?" The Ebony brings up. And we all react as awkwardly as possible.

"I am." Flint says, deadpanned.

"Oh, no..."

"Uh... no, no."

"... You, look good."

"I, uh...." Peter spots some fireman uniforms. He then swiftly hands one to the naked man....

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3rd POV:

The Second he puts it on, the guy suddenly finds himself inside a weird, DnD-looking basement. MJ and Ned jump as the man's arrival causes the lights to flicker a bit.

The man touches the field in front of him and laughs hysterically at realizing it's some kind of forcefield. He glances at another cell and see's Doctor Octavious who humorously waves at him.

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Back to Y/N's.... again:

"What was that? What did you just do to him?" Flint looks shocked and a little scared at the man's sudden disappearance.

"No, no, no, it's okay." Peter tries to calm down the Sand man but to no avail, oh boy.

"Did you kill him?"

"No, listen, I can explain everything. You just have to trust me, please." Peter starts raises his hands up in peace, but Flint begins to threateningly grow.

"I don't trust you, I don't *know* you." The Sandman is about to throw a punch and Peter sings the gauntlet's web at him in panic, teleporting him to the crypt.

"You know you really should've told them what that thing does before you use it." I sarcastically suggest.

"Yeah..." Peter awkwardly says, probably mentally slaps himself. He then goes to his pocket for his phone, but it isn't there. "Oh no..."

"Did you just lose your phone?" I ask him, slightly scared. A person's worst dream is a long, lost phone.

"I might have..." Peter panickingly realizes. He turns to me. "Do you have yours? Please tell me you have yours"

"Do you really think I have a phone anymore?" I tell him. Even If I still had it after the incident, it probably be too hot to touch, press f for the phone y'all.

"Oh no... oh no, oh no, oh no," Peter stessingly starts looking around the dirt. "Dude I've had that thing since Thanos, and I lost it! how will I get my friend's contact info ever again!? I've lost almost every person's info..." Peter starts speaking in the most panic tone ever.

"Hey... it's okay, let's just-"

"WHAT AM I GONNA DO!?- oh, here it is." His tone is back to normal as he picks it up and calls MJ. Leaving me staring at him kinda stunned. How does a human body just turn back to chill like that?

"Peter, hey." MJ greets.

"Hey. Uh, did those guys come through yet?" Peter questions them. "There should be an electric guy and a Sand guy."

"Yeah. They're.... They're all here, locked up." MJ confirms. Great, two down, possibly five million to go.

"Perfect. We're just gonna stay her for a bit and try to fix some of this damage so they don't blame it on me again." Peter tells her. MJ and I know when peter says 'they' he means Daily Bugle.

"Okay."

Peter is about to hang up when something else comes to mind. "Hey, uh... I couldn't do any of this without you, so... thank you." He blushingly says.

"Of course." MJ offhandingly replies before hanging up and we're all left to stare at the two damaged towers.

"And.... how the heck do we fix the trees?"

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