Peter Parker ducked a razor-sharp mechanical claw. He was currently fighting Aaron Davis, the Prowler.
In the original primary universe earth-616O, the Prowler's gear had originally belonged to Hobie Brown. Hobie had engineered the entire suit just to wash high-rise windows. The boots were meant for scaling sheer glass. The pneumatic claws were for anchoring to scaffolding. The wrist-gauntlets were designed to shoot cleaning fluid, not titanium flechettes. Repurposing window-washing gear for high-rise burglary was a surprisingly practical pivot.
"Seriously," Peter mocked, side-stepping another swipe. "Why didn't you just stick to high-rise window washing? Every janitor in New York would kill for that setup."
Aaron didn't respond. He simply pressed the attack.
Peter noticed a distinct pattern in the Prowler's movements. Aaron's eyes were constantly locked onto Peter's wrists. He anticipated the web-shooter trajectories perfectly. He had spent a decade fighting the Earth-700 Spider-Man, and that veteran experience showed.
"You're exactly like our Spider-Man," Aaron growled, his voice modulated by his purple mask. "You talk too much and think you're untouchable."
The Prowler launched a sweeping roundhouse kick.
Peter leaned all the way back. The heavy boot passed inches above his chest. He executed a flawless backflip. Two poisoned darts slammed into the concrete where he had just been standing. Peter fired a rapid volley of webbing. Aaron shredded the silk instantly with his claws.
"Am I?" Peter landed in a crouch. He smoothly swapped his web-cartridge type. "Because I bet your Spider-Man hasn't told you he knows exactly who you are."
Aaron hesitated.
Peter fired a dense, high-impact web-ball. It slammed into the Prowler's left gauntlet. The reinforced silk stuck fast, jamming the pneumatic claw.
"I'm from a different universe," Peter called out. "Which means I already know your entire backstory."
"Stop bluffing," Aaron snarled. He ripped at the webbing with his free hand.
Peter anchored his feet. He yanked the web line hard. He dragged the Prowler straight toward him. Peter caught Aaron's descending right claw with both hands. The impact rattled his teeth. They locked into a brutal test of strength.
"Am I bluffing?" Peter asked quietly. "How is your nephew doing? Miles, right?"
Aaron froze. The mechanical whine of his suit hitched. He shoved forward violently, trying to crush Peter's wrists. "Are you threatening my nephew?!"
"Threatening him? No." Peter held his ground. His shoulder muscles locked into place. "I don't threaten people. But I bet he looks up to you. I bet he thinks his Uncle Aaron is the absolute coolest guy in Brooklyn. What happens when he finds out his role model is Kingpin's personal hitman?"
Aaron stopped pushing.
"What happens when Miles realizes you're helping tear New York apart?" Peter asked.
The Prowler's focus completely shattered. His combat form broke.
Peter dropped his center of gravity. He drove a heavy snap-kick square into Aaron's chest. The Prowler staggered backward, gasping for air. Peter immediately fired a taser-web. A high-voltage current arced over the purple armor. Aaron seized up and collapsed onto his back.
Peter shot two heavy impact webs. He pinned Aaron securely to the concrete floor. Peter walked over. He grabbed the mechanical gauntlets and systematically crushed the pneumatic claws with his bare hands.
"Think about it, Aaron," Peter said. "I've been doing this for less than a year, and I already know your secret. Imagine what the Spider-Man who's been fighting you for a decade knows. Turn yourself in. Do the time. It's a hell of a lot better than Miles finding out the hard way."
Peter didn't wait for a response. He fired a web and launched himself back into the cavern's open airspace to help the older Peter.
A massive shadow fell in beside him. Miguel O'Hara matched his swing, his red webbing humming with digital energy.
"I thought you preferred flying," Peter shouted over the rushing wind.
"In my era, the Punisher, Daredevil, and Captain America all can fly," Miguel said dryly. "Swinging on a web is a lost art. It maintains the brand."
Peter grinned under his mask. "You're in a much better mood."
"Do not push it, kid."
Directly below them, the blond Peter Parker was fighting a two-front war against Tombstone and Scorpion.
Tombstone was a standard bruiser. He had super-strength and impenetrable albino skin. Scorpion, however, was a nightmare. The Earth-700 Mac Gargan had a lower body completely replaced by four mechanical arachnid legs. His left arm ended in a massive steel pincer. His tail wasn't designed to shoot acid; it was just a solid, indestructible club of spiked metal.
"Fisk really gave you the premium upgrades, didn't he?" the blond Peter quipped.
He snagged Scorpion's pincer with a web line. He used his momentum to violently redirect Gargan's massive tail straight into Tombstone's face.
The impact rang like a cracked church bell.
Tombstone didn't even flinch. A faint white scuff mark appeared on his hardened jawline.
"Well," the blond Peter muttered. "Now we know what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Absolutely nothing."
Scorpion and Tombstone recovered instantly. They lunged forward.
Before the blond Peter could jump, two blurs dropped from the ceiling.
Miguel slammed feet-first into Tombstone. The sheer mass of the 2099 Spider-Man tackled the mobster clean off the steel gantry.
Peter landed perfectly on Scorpion's back. He grabbed the heavy metal tail. He twisted his hips and hurled Gargan across the cavern. Scorpion smashed backward through a concrete support pillar.
"Go!" Peter yelled. "We're losing the speedrun record!"
The blond Peter laughed. "Stick to the plan!"
He dove off the gantry. He fired a web line, swinging directly toward the primary console located between the two massive collider rings. He landed smoothly on the central platform. He ripped the metal access panel off the relay processor. He reached for the custom USB override key on his belt.
His spider-sense screamed.
He backflipped instinctively. A translucent, glowing tentacle smashed into the console where his head had just been. He landed in a crouch. A second tentacle whipped out of his blind spot. It wrapped tightly around his throat.
The tentacle lifted him completely off the ground.
"Good evening, Spider-Man."
Earth-700 Peter gasped, gripping the tentacle with both hands. "Liv. It's really not a good evening. And honestly? You're not my type. I vastly preferred the metal claws."
Dr. Olivia Octavius stepped out of the shadows. Her mechanical tentacles were constructed from a glowing, translucent synthetic material.
"Biomass polymers," Liv corrected. She pushed her octagonal glasses up her nose. "Significantly lighter. Much more responsive."
She smiled. A manic, obsessive light danced in her eyes. "I would love to stay and dissect you and your little friends. But I'm afraid you need to watch this historic moment."
The dual collider rings hit critical mass.
A blinding beam of pure energy shot across the cavern. The opposing beams collided in the exact center of the room.
Reality shattered.
A jagged, impossible tear opened in the air. Violent, distorted colors bled from the void, ripping the fabric of the multiverse wide open.