"Wait, you're telling me you're leaving today?"
Tony Stark froze, his coffee cup hovering halfway to his mouth. "This is a historic moment."
"I know, Mr. Stark, but the Avengers press conference is—"
"I don't care about the press conference," Tony interrupted, waving his free hand dismissively. "I mean you're about to travel through the multiverse. This is a first for human history."
Tony rubbed his temples, glancing at the monitors displaying the lobby downstairs. The press pool was already swarming into Avengers Tower. "Alright, listen. I'm going to call Reed right now and have him prep the equipment. You use this time to swing by the Tower, show your face to the cameras, and then we'll head straight to the Baxter Building together. Tell your girlfriend to meet us there."
"Cindy isn't my girlfriend—"
"Okay, great, whatever," Tony said, utterly uninterested in teenage semantics. "Tell the girl who isn't your girlfriend yet to get to the Baxter Building. You have her number, right?"
Tony Stark felt that Peter Parker's three seconds of silence were agonizingly long. He was practically drumming the rhythm of Beethoven's Fifth on his desk before Peter finally answered.
"Yes. I have her number."
Tony pumped his fist. "Yes! Perfect. I have to go deal with the press. Hurry up and get over here."
Ten minutes later, Captain America was standing at the podium in the main press room.
"We firmly believe that the Avengers must operate as a borderless, volunteer organization, dedicated to fighting for justice and freedom..." Steve Rogers was saying, his tone steady and authoritative.
Upstairs, the elevator doors slid open, and Peter stepped out onto the executive floor in full uniform.
Tony was waiting.
"Can we talk about this?" Peter asked immediately. "I don't want to do a whole Q&A session. I'm not answering identity questions."
"Of course not." Tony was already moving toward the VIP elevator that led down to the stage. "I wouldn't ask you to."
"But what if the reporters start shouting questions the second I walk out there?"
"Forget the reporters," Tony interrupted, hitting the down button. "Here's the play: I walk out, I announce you, you wave, and then I announce that we have a critical, world-saving emergency and we leave immediately. We dump the rest of the conference on Cap. Sound good?"
Peter blinked behind his lenses, then nodded.
"Perfect," Tony smiled.
The elevator doors opened behind the stage curtain. Steve Rogers had just finished explaining the geopolitical significance of King T'Challa joining the Avengers when Tony strode confidently past him and tapped the microphone.
"I'm thrilled to announce that the Avengers aren't just welcoming one new member today," Tony declared, skipping his usual warm-up banter entirely. "We're welcoming two. Ladies and gentlemen, Spider-Man."
Tony waved a hand toward the curtain. Peter jogged out to the center of the stage. The camera flashes were blinding, a strobe-light barrage that made his spider-sense hum uncomfortably. He stood next to Tony, feeling entirely out of place.
Peter offered a polite wave and leaned toward the microphone, opening his mouth to say a quick hello.
Tony instantly cut him off.
With a sharp gesture, Tony triggered his new Silver Centurion armor. The sleek red-and-silver plating deployed from the floor units, assembling over his tailored suit in seconds.
"Unfortunately," Tony's amplified voice boomed from the armor, "Spider-Man and I have been called away on an urgent, highly classified mission. All further questions will be fielded by the leader of the Avengers, Steve Rogers. Let's go, kid."
Tony grabbed Peter by the shoulder, ignited his repulsors, and launched them both through the open ceiling panels before Peter could even process what was happening.
The reporters sat in stunned silence. It was, without a doubt, the most bizarre press conference in Avengers history.
Slowly, Steve Rogers stepped back up to the microphone. He looked at the empty air where Tony and Peter had been standing just three seconds prior. He took a slow, deep breath.
A reporter in the second row raised a trembling hand. "Excuse me, Captain... who exactly is Spider-Man?"
Tony didn't bother warning Peter about the flight speed. He just engaged the supersonic thrusters and dragged him across Manhattan, landing on the roof of the Baxter Building less than a minute later.
They bypassed security and took the express elevator straight to the Fantastic Four's primary laboratory.
When the doors opened, Bruce Banner was standing near a diagnostic console, explaining his recent transformation mechanics to Ben Grimm, the Thing.
"The Hulk was furious when he saw the Mysterio illusions," Bruce was saying, adjusting his glasses. "He realized that the angrier he got, the less likely he was to actually hit the real Mysterio. The frustration was counterproductive. So he just... went to sleep. And I came back."
"Haha, gotta love the big guy," Ben rumbled, his rocky exterior shifting as he laughed. "He's actually pretty reasonable when you get down to it."
Tony strode into the room, Peter close behind. "Hank! Reed! Are we ready?"
"Ready." Hank Pym stepped away from a workbench. He was wearing a white lab coat over his Ant-Man suit. He walked over to Peter and handed him two sleek, metallic bracelets. "Consider this your welcome-to-the-Avengers gift, Peter. I originally designed these for Quantum Realm navigation, but they should function perfectly for tracking multiverse data. They'll give us something to monitor while you're in transit."
"And I'm ready on this end," Reed Richards said. His head was currently hovering near the primary monitor, while his torso and arms were stretched ten feet across the room, recalibrating a massive, circular gateway structure. "I apologize for not assisting with the Mysterio situation yesterday morning, Peter. I was in the middle of debugging the multiverse shuttle's spatial anchors. Frankly, Susan could have ended that entire crisis in four minutes by expanding a solid force field across Manhattan and crushing his drones."
Tony looked around the chaotic lab. "Speaking of Susan, where is she? Invisible again?"
"She's taking care of little Valeria," Reed said, his neck snapping back like a rubber band as his head rejoined his body. He walked over to Peter. "How is the signal feeling, son?"
"I've been feeling the tremor since the dance last night," Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck. "It was strongest about an hour ago. But right now... it feels like it's fading."
The entire room froze.
All four genius-level scientists—Tony, Bruce, Hank, and Reed—stared at him.
"Well, what are you waiting for?!" Tony shouted.
"Get to the platform!" Reed yelled, scrambling back to the control console. "Open the rift!"
Peter jogged over to the center of the room. Reed had built an intricate, elevated platform surrounded by focusing rings, but to Peter, it just looked like a blank space in the air.
He stepped up. He had no idea how to actually open a multiverse door. He just closed his eyes, felt for the resonant frequency of that specific pull in his skull, and reached his hand out.
It felt like pressing his palm against a pane of glass that wasn't supposed to be there.
A realization hit him: he had always been able to do this. Ever since the spider bite, the capacity to tear through reality had been sitting dormant in his DNA. He just hadn't known how to aim it. The Web of Fate's tremor wasn't a ticket; it was a coordinate.
Peter curled his fingers and pulled.
The air tore open. A jagged, irregular rift appeared in the center of the lab, bleeding a chaotic spectrum of impossible colors into the room.
He glanced back over his shoulder.
Reed Richards had literally stretched his eyeballs out like telescopes to get a better look at the rift edge. Tony had retracted his faceplate and was grinning like a kid in a candy store. Hank Pym was furiously dictating readings into a handheld recorder. Bruce Banner was typing so fast his fingers were a blur.
None of them were saying goodbye. They were all just waiting for the data.
"So..." Peter said awkwardly. "I'll just... head out?"
He looked past the scientists and found Cindy. She was standing near the back wall, keeping her distance from the chaos. She had pulled her red scarf up over her nose, hiding half her face in the room full of strangers.
When Peter met her eyes, she didn't wave or offer a thumbs-up. She just gave him a single, definitive nod.
I've got the tether. Go.
Peter turned back to the rift, took a breath, and stepped through.
The moment he vanished, every alarm and sensor in the Baxter Building laboratory began screaming at maximum volume.
The elevator doors pinged open. Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, jogged into the room, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "Hey, guys. I heard Spider-Man was here. I wanted to apologize for the whole trying-to-fry-him thing yesterday..."
He stopped. The lab was in absolute pandemonium. Nobody even looked at him.
"Okay," Johnny muttered, backing slowly into the elevator. "I'll just... come back later."
"Okay, let's run it again."
The afternoon sun beat down on the concrete canyons of New York City. A sanitation worker, lazily sweeping the gutter of a Brooklyn street, suddenly felt a massive shadow pass over him. He looked up, squinting against the glare. "What the hell—?"
"My name is Peter Parker. I was bitten by a radioactive spider."
A figure in a classic red-and-blue suit swung in a massive, sweeping arc between two skyscrapers, completely in his element.
"For the past ten years, I have been the one and only Spider-Man. You guys know the rest."
With great power comes great responsibility. The loss of Uncle Ben. The relationship with Mary Jane Watson. The iconic upside-down kiss in the rain. Saving the city over and over again, including that one time he had to stop a runaway subway train with his bare hands before it plunged off an unfinished track.
He had the whole resume. He'd done the awkward street-dancing phase. He had a theme song. He had a terrible Christmas album. He'd endorsed a brand of breakfast cereal, and there was a profoundly mediocre popsicle shaped like his face that always had gumball eyes in the wrong places.
"I've taken a lot of hits. I've been knocked down more times than I can count. But I always get back up."
The figure released his web line, launching himself high into the air, twisting into a perfect dive before firing another line.
"And honestly? I still love doing this. Who wouldn't?"
Spider-Man landed lightly on the head of a stone gargoyle jutting out from the Chrysler Building. He crouched there, looking out over the sprawling, chaotic beauty of the city he had spent a decade protecting.
"After all," he said to himself, the wind tugging at his mask. "I'm the only thing standing between this city and the edge."
Welcome to Earth 700. A universe where Spider-Man is the only superhero in existence.
PS: I check and most wiki stated the Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse movie earth isEarth-1610 but I wanted Earth-1610 to be the Ultimate Universe so now the Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse world our Peter alter will be in Earth 700