Location: Queens - New York City
Multiversal Mayhem #1.03: Monster Party
Interaction(s): Falcon @Sep
Spider-Man stood in his prototype armor, windmilling his arms as he got used to the added weight. ”Definitely going to need to work on the exoskeleton. Need to cut down the weight and redistribute it better. In the meantime… cycle through the armaments real quick..”
He watched as a small icon in the corner of his HUD flashed between a small pellet, a lightning symbol, and a fire extinguisher. He felt, underneath the armor, the built in magazines quickly rotate and switch in place. He nodded and looked out over the carnage taking place throughout the city… his city. He held his left wrist out in front of himself, and a small translucent keyboard appeared in his HUD. After quickly typing in a URL, he pulled up a couple of social media feeds and began cycling through the data. He had done his best to ignore everything going on to try and hunt down the source of these portals up until now, and that building dread was eating him alive.
With a few filters and tags sorted through, Peter scrolled through a living memorial of the day’s events. He watched a T-Rex in Times Square was kicked into the air by an ally presumed dead years ago, before joining the She-Hulk and Clint to deal major damage to the Dominators that haunted New York a decade before. He watched the Dominator’s warship shackled and thrown by a Green Lantern and a… purple lantern maybe? It was always hard to keep up with them these days. The most shocking sight, however, was a single picture of a familiar black vest with a white skull painted on. A vest Peter was hoping to never see in town again, but something he would have to deal with later. Castle was surely having a field day, but if there was any day to see the vigilante, this was the best one. Last, but not least, though, was a certain boy in red and blue. He lived up to the hype, and looked like a natural. Stronger and faster than Spider-Man ever was, but Superboy's youth and charm reminded Pete of what it was like being the Avengers poster-child back in the day.
Peter stopped scrolling through the feed, turning his eyes away for a moment as a small blue circle appeared in his vision from down below the Helicarrier. His ride was coming. But as Peter’s eyes drifted back to the feed before closing it, he froze. A quick video was autoplaying without sound. Someone in white had some sort of white rope lashed against a Chitauri weapon, pulling him close. But the fighting style is what had made Peter pause. She ducked under plasma fire as if on instinct, and used momentum and strength to incapacitate the two aliens. And that was only the beginning. He quickly followed the thread, and saw other videos. Web swinging, running into a burning building, crawling on walls… it was like he was watching a tape of himself. For the first time, there was someone else just like them. And instinctually, Peter could feel his muscles tense as he recognized some of the buildings in Brooklyn. He had so many questions…
The blue circle had drawn close, and Peter could see the familiar winged hero swooping up towards him. Spider-Man shook his head, closed out of his internet browser, and jumped off the edge of the Helicarrier. As he fell past the Falcon, he fired two quick weblines up towards Falcon’s chest, manuevering to wrap the webs underneath his arms to create a sort of harness to hang from. ”What, did we run out of Quinjets already? Don’t tell me they cut the Avengers budget again.”
Falcon shook his head, swooping downwards to pick up speed as the pair headed towards Queens. "You've just been upgraded to First Class on Falcon Air, Spider-Man, nonstop to Queens."
Peter chuckled quietly to himself as he relaxed in his makeshift harness. This wasn't the first or last time he's had to hitch a ride on the birds and stripes, and he instead spent this time focusing on the chaos below. Kroloteans weren't particularly dangerous looking, but their overabundance in the borough was enough to make Peter's head spin. The little green aliens seemed to be causing as much chaos as possible, with very little goal or drive from up here. And as much as Peter wanted to do what he was best at, he could see Xavier's boy and girl scouts evacuating people in a relatively organized manner. The next generation was stepping in, it seemed. Within moments it seemed, the two Avengers swooped into a residential area.
Peter quickly reached to his utility belt and tapped a small switch, and the webbing harness he had created dissolved in moments. He fell into a backflip before three point landing in the middle of the cozy development, while Falcon folded in his wings and came to a running landing. Peter's eyes hovered over the area, and he gave Falcon a nod. "Lots of little green men in the area, but it looks like most civilians were evacuated. I'm going to sweep the area, just to make sure everyone got out. You should get back in the sky and see if you can trace where the signal is coming from. This should be tuned in to the right frequency."
Peter pulled a small handheld meter with a few antennas on the end from his belt, tossing it to Falcon before turning his attention back towards the Kroloteans nearby.
Two Kroloteans peeked their heads around the corner of an old sedan parked on the street, lifting their claws and bearing their teeth before dashing out towards Peter’s back. As he felt the familiar tingle along his spine, Spider-Man vaulted into the air and fired off two burst of webbing, slamming the two aliens into the ground and restraining them. This, unfortunately, only seemed to embolden their allies. Five began rushing in from various directions, and Peter just smiled as he fired a webline at one of them. It looked confused, and then began to shriek in fear as Spider-Man hoisted the alien into the air and swung himself around. The captured alien was used as both a hammer and shot-put as it collided with the heads of four of its own kind, before being let loose to fly into the wall of a home. And yet, more and more seemed to be scampering out from the backyards of the nearby houses. Peter reached up to his left wrist and made a quick swiping motion, and the small display on the bottom left of his HUD switched from a clip-art icon of a web to a small pellet.”I know you all travelled a long way to get an autograph. Hopefully you’ll settle for a little souvenir.”