Spider-Man, Iron Fist, and Nova stood shoulder to shoulder, the swirling vortex of the portal bathing the street in an unnatural, pulsating light. The usual hustle and bustle of New York City seemed muted, replaced by a tense stillness that made the hairs on the back of Spider-Man's neck prickle with unease.

"Okay, that's definitely not part of the usual weird New York charm," Spider-Man quipped, his eyes narrowing behind his mask as his spider-sense buzzed like an alarm. "Is it just me, or does this portal scream 'bad news' to anyone else?"

Iron Fist stepped forward, his focus sharpening as he extended his hand. His chi flared to life, his fist glowing a radiant gold that seemed to push back against the ominous energy radiating from the portal. "This energy is dark, chaotic," he said, his voice steady but grim. "It's not just alien—it's hostile. Whatever's on the other side, it doesn't mean us well."

Nova hovered just above the ground, his aura shining with cosmic energy. He tilted his head slightly, studying the vortex with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Looks like someone forgot to RSVP before bringing their interdimensional mess to our city," he remarked dryly, his voice carrying a hint of levity even as his stance remained poised for action. "Guess we're about to find out if this is a rescue mission or a smackdown."

The three heroes exchanged a glance, each of them silently assessing their next move. Spider-Man's fingers twitched, ready to shoot a web at the first sign of danger. Iron Fist's breathing steadied, his body coiled like a spring, prepared to channel his chi into devastating strikes. Nova's hands crackled with power, his cosmic energy surging as he prepared to shield his teammates—or blast whatever might come through.

"Alright, team," Spider-Man said, breaking the silence with a nervous but determined tone. "We go in together, we handle whatever's on the other side, and we make it back in time for bagels. Deal?"

"Deal," Iron Fist replied, his voice calm and resolute.

"Let's hope whatever's waiting in there likes cosmic punchlines," Nova added, his smirk not quite reaching his eyes.

The unlikely trio took a collective step toward the portal, its eerie light casting long shadows behind them. Whatever was beyond the gateway, it would have to face the combined might of Spider-Man, Iron Fist, and Nova—and they weren't going down without a fight.

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Sera stood on the balcony, her wings partially unfurled as she gazed out over the sprawling expanse of her kingdom. The cool evening breeze ruffled her scales, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming nightflowers and the distant murmur of the bustling castle below. She had needed this—a moment to herself, away from the endless parade of servants and subjects, each clamoring for her guidance on everything from the next harvest to trivial court disputes.

Her tail coiled loosely around the marble railing, the faint golden shimmer of her scales catching the light of the setting sun. It was a rare moment of solitude, a chance to breathe amidst the whirlwind of her responsibilities. The hubbub of the day still rang faintly in her ears—voices overlapping as they sought her approval, her wisdom, her orders.

Sera exhaled slowly, her breath visible in the cooling air. She loved her people, truly, but the constant demands sometimes felt like they were carving away pieces of her. She needed this break, this brief reprieve, to steady herself. To remember who she was beyond the title of Queen of Stars.

As the first stars began to dot the twilight sky, she allowed herself a fleeting smile. The night would be long, and her duties would resume soon enough, but for now, the world could wait. Just a little longer.

Sera's gaze snapped upward, her golden eyes narrowing as a disturbance in the sky caught her attention. A swirling portal had appeared, its edges crackling with chaotic energy as something began to drop from its center. Whatever it was, it wasn't natural, and the sight of it sent a ripple of unease through her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she realized the grand hall behind her was empty. The line of subjects who had filled her day with questions and requests had finally dispersed, their demands for guidance quieting for the evening. Even Gojo and Sukuna had left the palace, their lingering presences no longer adding to the weight on her shoulders. Only Zealus, her loyal HiveWing servant, and the palace's ever-faithful attendants remained, quietly managing the empty halls.

Sera's wings twitched, the itch of curiosity mingling with caution. Her inner light shimmered faintly, pulsing with anticipation. She knew the wise thing to do would be to summon reinforcements, perhaps wait for Gojo or Sukuna to return. But as she glanced at the portal again, her adventurous spirit sparked to life. A little nighttime investigation wouldn't hurt. Besides, she thought, her wings already unfurling, what's the point of having power if you don't use it when it's needed?

With a powerful leap, she vaulted from the balcony, her wings catching the air as she soared into the sky. The wind rushed past her, carrying with it the promise of the unknown. The glow of her scales reflected the moonlight, a streak of brilliance cutting across the night as she flew toward the disturbance.

The portal loomed larger as she approached, its energy humming ominously in the air. Below it, something lay crumpled on the palace grounds—a dark shape, unfamiliar and out of place. Sera's keen eyes focused on the figure as she descended, her instincts sharpening as she prepared for whatever awaited her.

The night had grown quiet, the usual sounds of the kingdom fading into the background as she landed with a gentle thud near the object. She folded her wings, standing tall as her gaze swept over the scene. Whatever had fallen from the portal was unlike anything she'd ever seen—and she had a feeling her peaceful evening was about to take a very unexpected turn.

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Spider-Man groaned, clutching his head as a pounding ache throbbed behind his mask. He blinked hard, his vision slowly clearing as the surreal environment around him came into focus. "What the heck just happened?" he muttered, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of irritation. Had he and his team really just walked straight into an alternate dimension's portal?

"You alright?" Iron Fist asked, his tone calm but concerned as he knelt beside his web-slinging friend. His glowing fists dimmed, the danger seemingly passed for now.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Spider-Man replied, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "Just a little portal lag or something." He trailed off as he glanced around, his jaw dropping in disbelief. The landscape before him was eerily familiar yet completely alien. It was a city—almost like New York—but shimmering with an otherworldly brilliance. In the distance, a celestial palace loomed, its spires piercing the sky and glowing like stars themselves.

"This... this place," Spider-Man stammered, gesturing vaguely. "It's like ours, but—" He gaped at the palace, its beauty both mesmerizing and intimidating. "Where are we?"

"You are in my kingdom, little humans," came a voice, smooth and commanding. The air seemed to vibrate with power as the trio turned to see the speaker.

Descending from the sky was a majestic dragoness, her midnight-blue scales shimmering with streaks of gold that danced like stardust in the light. Her wings unfurled with a slow, deliberate grace, and her piercing eyes locked onto them as if evaluating their every move.

Spider-Man scrambled to his feet, his reflexes kicking in as he prepared for anything. "Oh boy," he muttered under his breath. "Why does the dragon have to be the first one we meet?"

The dragoness landed with a soft thud, her immense form towering over the trio. Despite her size, her movements were elegant, her aura regal and unyielding. She regarded them with a mixture of curiosity and authority, her voice echoing as she addressed them again.

"I am Sera, Queen of Stars," she declared, her gaze sharp yet calm. "And you have stumbled into my realm, humans. Speak quickly—why are you here?"

Iron Fist and Nova exchanged uncertain looks, while Spider-Man, ever the spokesperson, raised a hesitant hand. "Uh... so... funny story," he began, his tone wavering between awkward and lighthearted. "We may have accidentally stepped through a portal thingy, and now we're... here. Wherever here is. Promise we're not here to mess up your whole starry vibe."

Sera's tail flicked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied them. "Accident or not, trespassers are not taken lightly here," she said, her tone measured but laced with warning. "You will explain yourselves further—inside the palace." She turned, gesturing toward the gleaming spires in the distance.

The three heroes glanced at each other, tension thick in the air. "Well," Nova muttered, floating slightly closer to the others, "this should be interesting."

With little choice, they followed the celestial queen toward her palace, their unease growing with every step. Whatever awaited them there, one thing was certain—it wasn't going to be a typical day of superheroing.