Chapter 200: Mister Negative, Dagger, and Cloak
"This is your version's so-called ultimate weapon? Harry — you really think a piece of scrap armor like that beats me?" The Goblin's voice dripped with contempt.
Behind the mask, Harry's eyes burned steady. He didn't flinch at the insult.
"I'm going to beat you," he said. "And I'm getting Osborn back."
He meant it as a vow, even knowing this particular "father" was from a universe that wasn't his own.
Meanwhile, Holland-Peter was deep in a running battle with Kraven, dodging blade after blade while trying to keep half an eye on the rest of the fight.
"Whoa — is that your friend? That transformation was so cool, that's like, Mr. Cross-level cool! Did Mr. Cross give him that belt too?"
He couldn't help himself — he genuinely wanted one of those for himself now.
Off to the side, Tobey-Peter's jaw was tight. The buildings, the foot traffic, all of it — wrong environment for a fight this big.
"We need open ground," he called over to Holland-Peter. "Somewhere with fewer people."
Between the two of them, they steered the Six step by step out of the dense city blocks, baiting them further and further out, until the whole fight finally spilled out in front of the Statue of Liberty.
There, it broke fully open — fists, blasts, raw force colliding in every direction.
High above, on a rooftop overlooking it all, Ethan and Tony watched the chaos unfold.
"Looks like mine's a little better, Tony," Ethan said, grinning.
He meant his student — Tobey-Peter — measured against Tony's own protégé and unofficial godson, Holland-Peter. The two were close in raw ability, but Ethan was, predictably, never going to concede the point.
"Don't get smug," Tony shot back. "I've been busy with Morgan. Haven't had the bandwidth to drill the kid lately."
He was already mentally noting everything Holland-Peter needed work on. Note to self: more training time, starting now.
Morgan Stark — this universe's version, anyway — was Tobey's daughter here, and Ethan had just met her earlier. Smart kid. Sharp little thing.
He'd taken a handful of photos to bring back home, with full intent to shove them in front of his own universe's Tony and tell him to get moving — propose to Pepper already and start making one of these.
Up at the top of the Statue of Liberty, Tobey-Peter was locked in with the Lizard and Sandman, moving like the whole thing was choreographed instead of life-or-death — every leap clean, every hit landing exactly where it needed to.
That ease wasn't an accident. He'd spent months sparring against his own universe's Sandman — a Family member back home — and knew every weakness, every tell, every move in the man's arsenal cold.
Down below, Holland-Peter was having a noticeably harder time. The amped-up Electro, plus Kraven, plus Vulture circling overhead — three serious threats at once was a lot, even for him, and it showed in every slightly-too-late dodge.
Ethan watched it without much surprise. The Sinister Six weren't individually the scariest villains in the multiverse, but as a coordinated unit, they were genuinely elite. Tight teamwork, smart positioning — exactly the kind of synergy that let a team of mid-tier threats punch way above their weight against a stronger solo opponent.
It was actually the first time he'd seen all six operating together this cleanly. In his old life, these villains had always shown up scattered across different films, never as a full unit — the closest the source material ever got was five of them in one movie, and even then Kraven and Vulture had been missing.
Watching how naturally this group worked together, Ethan started doing the math. These six clearly already know each other — this isn't a random multiversal grab-bag, this is an established team.
Ultimate Spider-Man, he realized. Has to be.
That continuity had its own Deadpool-style fourth-wall-breaking Spider-Man — one who, unlike most versions, wasn't a loner. He ran with an actual super-team: Iron Fist, White Tiger, Power Man Luke Cage, plus a Hell's Kitchen full of heroes much like his own, and a tech-suited Spider-Man counterpart almost like a junior Iron Man figure.
And that Spider-Man broke the fourth wall too, same as Deadpool.
If he ever got the chance, Ethan genuinely wanted to visit that universe — if only to settle, once and for all, whether their Hell's Kitchen could actually outdo his.
He was still half-lost in that thought when something about the Sinister Six clicked into place and yanked his focus back.
His eyes sharpened.
Mister Negative.
The name his future self had warned him about — Martin Lee — wasn't just some random Hell's Kitchen problem. He was Mister Negative. One of the Six.
He remembered the file. Martin Lee — an undocumented Asian immigrant, caught by the police at some point and handed off to a gang that ran human experimentation on him. Whatever they did activated latent mutant abilities in him, but it also split him cleanly into two competing identities: a vicious, predatory Martin and a gentle, decent one. Functionally a dark mirror of the Goblin's own split-personality setup.
And the two people standing near him — Ethan was willing to bet they were Cloak and Dagger. Same experiment, same escape. One channeling light, one channeling dark.
Mister Negative's actual power was the part that worried Ethan most: a touch, or a beam of black-and-white energy, that dredged up someone's worst self and let it take over completely — corrupting good people into monsters from the inside out.
That was a genuinely dangerous power to have loose in his city.
He filed it away. The second he got home, he was putting people on tracking down all three of them. He wanted to know exactly why a Hell's Kitchen threat had crossed paths with the Sinister Six, and what, if anything, connected the two.
Down on the ground, Tony's expression had gone serious.
He could see exactly how badly Holland-Peter was losing ground — every block a half-second slower than it needed to be, every counter weaker than the last hit.
He was a breath away from suiting up and going in himself.
Ethan's voice cut through it, as unbothered as ever.
"Relax. Looks like backup's already here."
Tony turned, followed Ethan's gaze toward the statue.
A ring of gold light had opened in the air near its base. Tony recognized it instantly — portal magic. Strange's whole thing.
Then MJ and Ned stepped through.
And right behind them — someone else.
A man in a Spider-Man suit. A striking woman beside him.
Tony just stared. Another Spider-Man? Seriously?
He turned and looked at Ethan, his expression doing all the talking.
This one's yours too, isn't it.
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