Capítulo 38: New world, New project
**Earth-66, 2012**
After a while, Gwen 65 and Gwen 66 returned to the room where Peter and Jessica were casually discussing Miguel and his recent behavior.
Jessica had been sharing how Miguel's usual demeanor had grown even more intense, especially after the situation with Miles Morales, An anomaly who, by all accounts, shouldn't be a Spider-Man.
Thanks to the small symbiote fragment he'd left in the Spider Society, Peter was already well-informed about the ongoing incidents there. But still asked her to knew her view on Miguel.
"He's still closely monitoring Miles," Jessica mentioned while leaning back. "You know, the anomaly who shouldn't even be Spider-Man?"
Peter nodded knowingly. 'Miguel's behavior is becoming more cautious after everything that happened with me. Typical Miguel,' he thought.
As both Gwens entered, Jessica and Peter paused their conversation. The table was set with pizza and burgers and the group shared a relaxed meal together. There was laughter, casual banter.
Once they finished, Jessica and Gwen 65 prepared to leave. But as they were about to step through the portal Jessica had opened, Peter stopped Gwen 65.
Without hesitation, he pulled her into a hug to the surprise of both her and Jessica.
"It's not your fault," Peter whispered gently. "You should open up to your father. Tell him the truth and tell him how you feel. He'll understand. Trust me, I'm sure of it." He gently patted her back.
Gwen 65 froze with her eyes widened. His words struck a chord deep within her. After a moment, Peter released the hug and smiled warmly at her.
Jessica who is observing this signed before stepping into the portal with the webbed-up Goblin.
Gwen 65 stood still for a moment, looking at Peter and Gwen 66. Then, suddenly, she smiled and hugged them both tightly.
"Thank you... both of you," she said softly.
With one last glance, She put on her mask and stepped into the portal which shimmered and closed behind her.
Peter and Gwen 66 sat on the sofa afterward. Peter noticed Gwen was lost in thought with her eyes fixed on the now-empty space where the portal had been.
Finally, Gwen turned to Peter with a thoughtful expression. "Peter, since you listened to our earlier conversation, tell me about my original timeline, what would've happened if you hadn't merged with the symbiote? I know you're aware of the original timeline. Is it similar to Earth-65?"
Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Earth-65 and Earth-66 are parallel universes with identical stories but with slight variations. Both universes have key events that mirror each other." he explained. "In both universes, you become Spider-Woman, and I..." he paused as Gwen looked at him seriously.
"I transform into the Lizard and die by your hands.You didn't mean to, but it happened. But here, everything changed the moment the symbiote bonded with me. The timeline deviated toward a new future."
Gwen moved closer and wrapped her arms around him. "So, Her timeline and mine are same but it all changed the moment when the symbiote arrived.... I never thought I'd say this, but I'm thankful the symbiote bonded with you."
Peter was unsure how to respond to that and cleared his throat, "Let's see what the news is saying about today."
The main holographic screen lit up with coverage of the event earlier that day.
The broadcast showed clips of the speeches by Captain George Stacy, Spider-Man, and Spider-Woman, as they officially announced their alliance with the police department. Another segment highlighted Spider-Man's one-punch takedown of the Green Goblin, calling it a remarkable feat.
Interviews with citizens flashed on-screen, many expressing gratitude and admiration for the Spider couple.
One reporter approached an elderly man with white hair and sunglasses, asking for his opinion on the Spider duo. The man, introducing himself as "Mr. Lee," smiled warmly and said, "They're going to be great allies to the police. I have no doubt about it. I am very much looking forward to their growth."
Peter's eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he stared at the TV. "No way... Is that...?"
Gwen tilted her head in confusion. "What? Who is that?"
Peter didn't answer and was still fixated on the man on the screen, who now waved to the camera before disappearing into the crowd.
Meanwhile, a quick flip through channels revealed the Daily Bugle's predictable response.
J. Jonah Jameson appeared on-screen while yelling furiously into the camera. "This is a sign, people! Aligning with Spider-Man will lead to destruction! The moment the police decided to work with that menace, a new villain appeared and ruined the event! Wake up, New York! This is a wake-up call! The Spider Menace strikes again!"
Peter signed while pinching the bridge of his nose. "Of course, Jameson finds a way to turn this into something negative."
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Does he ever stop?"
Peter chuckled. "Not in this universe or any other."
The two sat back and began to watch the reactions of public, the good thing is that there are no causalities.
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Later that night, atop a large jewelry store, a sleek black figure emerged from a window. With the grace of a cat, she landed skillfully on the roof with her whip assisting her descent. From her pocket, she pulled out a dazzling diamond and its brilliance was catching the faint moonlight.
A satisfied smile graced her lips as she admired her prize.
"Wow, that's shiny even at night," a voice suddenly come from behind her.
Startled, she spun around with her fist aimed at the intruder. But her punch was caught effortlessly by a firm hand.
"That's one way to say hello," Spider-Man said in his playful tone.
She raised an eyebrow and was surprised by his sudden appearance before a sly smile appeared on her face. "Wow, didn't know you were such a stalker. By any chance, do you like me? If so, I might seriously consider dating you."
Her other hand moved behind her back, concealing the diamond inside the hidden pocket as her posture relaxed but her mind is racing. She stepped closer to Spider-Man, closing the gap between them. With a teasing smirk she pressed her chest lightly against his and her finger began tracing along his masked chin.
"But what about your girlfriend?" she teased. "Wouldn't she be jealous if she caught us like this?"
Peter tilted his head and released her hand before pulling her closer. Now, their faces were inches apart with her breath brushing against his mask.
"It's getting very difficult to hold back, you know," Peter said in low voice.
Her smirk widened as she leaned in with her lips brushing against his masked ear. "What's stopping you, Spidey? Don't want to play with this kitty?"
In one swift motion, the lower part of his mask disappeared into his suit and captured her lips with his own. Her eyes widened in shock but the sensation of his kiss soon consumed her. Their tongues intertwined in a heated dance and for a moment she forgot everything else.
After tasting her for sometime, he finally pulled back and her lips were left parted in surprise with a thin string of saliva connecting them. She is a bit disappointed with the sudden stop.
Peter licked his lips as the mask reformed over his face. "Consider that a gift—and a warning for your little act."
Before she could respond, he gave her a playful smack on the backside, causing her to yelp. With a grin hidden beneath his mask, he leapt from the roof and swung away into the night.
For a few seconds, she stood there, stunned, before shaking her head with a chuckle. Pressing her hand against her pocket to check on the diamond, she jumped across the rooftops.
But a few blocks away, she paused and reaching into her pocket, but after seeing the thing she froze.
The diamond was gone. In its place was a small figurine of Spider-Man, striking a victorious pose.
Her eyes widened and her lips parted in disbelief. But soon a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You're getting more and more interesting, Spidey."
She slipped the Spider-Man figurine back into her pocket while shaking her head in amusement before vanishing into the shadows of the city.
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**Earth-10005, 1983**
Jean and Peter materialized a few feet outside a normal suburban house. The quiet street and the modest home gave no hint of the storm that was about to unfold.
Jean glanced around and turned to Peter. "Peter, why are we here? Didn't you say you wanted to talk about my missing memories?"
Peter met her gaze with serious expression. "Yes, Jean," he said and then turned to look at the house. "We're here to meet your father."
Jean's eyes widened in disbelief. "Peter, what are you saying? My fat—"
Before she could finish, Peter gently placed his index and middle fingers on her temple. A faint glow appeared in his eyes as he released the memories that Charles Xavier had suppressed within her.
Jean gasped as her eyes filling with recognition and shock. She quickly turned to the house and without hesitation, she rushed to the door and began ringing the bell multiple times.
Peter followed her and was standing a few steps behind as the door opened. A middle-aged man stood in the doorway, his face frozen in shock as he took in the sight of Jean.
Tears streamed down Jean's face as she threw her arms around him. "Dad!" she cried.
But the man didn't return the embrace. Instead, he gently broke away and was still staring at her in disbelief. Finally, he spoke. "Come inside."
Jean hesitated but nodded, stepping into the house. Peter followed close behind.
Inside the house, the living room was modest, filled with photographs. Jean's eyes scanned the pictures—her father, her mother—but none of her own. Her chest tightened as a sinking realization set in.
Her father, John Grey, stood in front of a small frame of his wife's photo. He stared at it for a moment before speaking, "I never thought I'd see you again."
Jean opened her mouth to respond, but Peter stepped forward cutting her off. "Hello, Mr.Grey. My name is Peter and I'm dating your daughter."
Both John and Jean stared at him and was stunned. Jean's cheeks flushed as she turned to Peter, wide eyes and was unsure whether to laugh or protest. Peter simply gave her a reassuring smile.
John's eyes narrowed, "Are you also—"
Peter interrupted again. "Yes, I'm a mutant too."
Technically, Peter had the X-Gene, though none of the usual mutant detectors could identify him. But that was a story for another time.
John growled, "Of course, you are." Turning to Jean he continued, "So, why are you here? To show off your new boyfriend?"
Jean's lips trembled as she struggled to find the words. Before she could respond, Peter stepped in again. "We're here to know why you left Jean with Professor Xavier."
John stiffened as he turned his back to them as he stared at his wife's photo. After a long pause, he sighed deeply and spoke, "After the accident, I couldn't look at Jean without seeing her mother. It was her fault—her powers—"
Jean covered her mouth with tears spilling down her cheeks.
John continued in cold tone, "Her mother didn't deserve what happened. And when that Professor came to take her, I didn't argue. I just let her go."
Jean began to sob uncontrollably and collapsed into Peter's arms. He held her tightly and began stroking her back gently.
Peter's voice softened. "I'm sorry for this."
John's body suddenly went limp as Peter used his powers to make him fall into a deep sleep.
As Jean cried in his arms, Peter projected the conversation between Charles Xavier and John Grey into her mind. The memories played out exactly as they had in X-Men: Dark Phoenix.
After a few minutes, Jean's sobs quieted. She rested her head against Peter's chest with her breathing steadying as he held her.
Peter spoke gently, "You are not responsible for your mother's death, Jean. It was an accident. Your father didn't know how to deal with his pain, so he blamed you. But that doesn't make it your fault."
Jean closed her eyes while letting his words sink in.
"You still have me," Peter continued, "and all your friends. I showed you this truth so you could understand it and move on, not misunderstand it."
Jean nodded slightly with her head still resting on his chest. She felt a flicker of comfort amidst the pain.
They sat on the sofa together, Peter's arms wrapped around her protectively as the weight of the past slowly began to lift.
....
**Earth-2149Z**
A young man with brown hair materialized in the middle of an empty, desolate street. The eerie silence of the city was broken only by the faint groans of the undead in the distance. It was non other than Peter.
Peter scanned his surroundings and thought, 'Raphael, do your thing.'
Raphael responded in his mind.
> "We've chosen the timeline correctly, There are no true living lifeforms here."
A smirk formed on Peter's lips as he noticed a group of grotesque, decayed figures shambling toward him, their rotting flesh hanging loosely from their bones.
"Perfect," Peter muttered with anticipation. "Let's begin our new project—Symbiote Army."
Black tendrils began to emerge from his back, writhing like serpents in the air before lashing out at the oncoming zombies. The tendrils consumed the undead in mere moments, leaving nothing behind but a faint, eerie silence.
> "Analysis complete, The zombie virus has been fully decoded, and a cure has been synthesized. However, I know this is not your primary objective."
"You already knew about our goal," Peter replied, "Activate Essence Transfer and combine it with Symbiote Reproduction. Let's see if we can turn these husks into symbiote soldiers."
> "Understood but the process will take a few minutes."
Peter nodded and began looking around as Raphael began his work. His eyes scanned the empty cityscape for any signs of movement, but his thoughts were interrupted by the faint feeling of being watched.
Unbeknownst to Peter, two young boys were observing him from above, perched atop a ruined building. The brown-haired boy nudged his companion and whispered, "Isn't he kinda weak right now?"
The black-haired boy crossed his arms. "Of course he's weak. He's at the beginning of his journey. Everyone's weak when they start, but he'll grow stronger. Remember, we're—"
Both boys froze mid-sentence and their faces paling as they sensed an ominous presence behind them. Slowly, they turned their heads to see a strikingly beautiful woman standing there with a sly smirk playing on her lips.
The boys immediately pointed at each other and stammered, "It was his idea!"
"Don't blame me!" the brown-haired boy added hastily.
The woman sighed and crossed her arms. "You both know how dangerous it is to use chaos magic and time magic together," she said in a stern tone. "You've chosen to meddle in a very crucial moment in the timeline. Even the slightest change here could create an entirely new reality."
The boys looked down, "Sorry, Aunt Hope," they muttered in unison. "We just wanted to see him take his first step. It's important to us."
Hope softened at their words and placed a hand on each of their heads. "I understand. But you can't stay here. It's too risky. Now, let's go—my father Logan is waiting for you."
"Yes, Aunt Hope," they replied reluctantly.
A swirling red portal appeared beside them, its edges glowing faintly green. The boys gave one last look at Peter before stepping through.
Hope lingered for a moment as her gaze locked on Peter. Her smirk widened and her eyes glowed a deep crimson. She licked her lips revealing sharp fangs. "He's so cute when he's young," she whispered to herself before stepping into the portal.
As the portal closed, Peter turned his head sharply toward the spot where they had been moments before.
'Raphael, did you sense that?' Peter thought.
> "Yes, There were energy fluctuations, but I couldn't pinpoint their type or source."
Peter's eyes narrowed. "We'll need to be cautious. I don't want another visit from any celestial being."
He then teleported from the place to a new location.
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A/N: New year guys. I hope we have a good year.
Now what do you think of the chapter. Any ideas regarding the identity of the boys and the mysterious women.
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