We got out without incident, as well as reached the spider base. It was already half past three, and the night was smoothly turning into morning, nevertheless, the kids still had five or six hours to crush the pillow, which they did not fail to take advantage of. I remained in proud solitude in the working part of the "bat-cave" and immersed myself in studying the local St. Petersburg database, in parallel with the study of the secret laboratory of the Kingpin...
There was a lot of interesting stuff there and there. As I have already stated earlier, the local Parker was no fool, not at all, and therefore dug up a lot about many people during his career as a superhero. And not only about all sorts of supervillains and crime lords, but Peter did not disdain full design data on all sorts of interesting things, and he also collected dirt, but this was more of a hobby than for any real benefit - according to the US judicial system, evidence obtained "illegally" cannot be considered evidence. That is, if someone steals a "black" gun with fingers, say, of the same Fisk, and then plants it on the cops, then they will not be able to do anything about it, but if you give a tip, wait until they write out a warrant and find it during a search, then - welcome. Needless to say, there was not a single prosecutor in the city who was crazy enough to write out such a warrant. Not to mention an even more crazy judge to sign it. Civil rights and the presumption of innocence. Democracy, all that stuff. We, mossy Scandinavian gods, don't understand. As much as I dislike the Vikings, I can't help but admit that there was something to their "stab an axe in the head of an individual you don't like" approach. But that's all just a quick glance, I was much more interested in Peter's technical projects. It's not at all a fact that everything can and, especially, should be repeated in my universe, but maybe I'll be able to find another diamond, like the collider installation? In general, there was something to dig into here.
Meanwhile, my copy was wandering around Fisk's secret base and asking itself, albeit through me, one question. Why the hell leave a port for connecting left-hand devices? Why? For what? What's the point? Is there any point at all? Or is this a standard movie cliché - the "terrible Doomsday machine" should always have one ti-i-i-i-n't-noticeable button, when pressed, the machine comes to an end? The question was interesting, and so I even delved deeper into Peter's databases and took the trouble to go and connect to the control console of the collider itself. And I finally found an answer that, for the sake of variety and distinction from the movie universe, was able to please me and restore my faith in humanity. The "service port" was needed to configure and calibrate the channel. And it was deliberately not brought to the main control panel, in order to avoid various incidents. They couldn't refuse it completely, though - the planet, the solar system, and the entire galaxy as a whole are constantly in motion, which is why the spatial rupture generator needs to be periodically adjusted and calibrated. But the fact that they decided to leave the standard USB port instead of cobbling together something of their own - that was a mistake. Simply placing a small, inconspicuous technical panel fifty meters above the ground is clearly not enough. However, given that Peter soldered the governor himself, he could have just as easily soldered it to the required port. Although... the documents could have not specified the non-standard configuration of the receiving device... oops! Having rolled the thought that had just come to me around in my brain, I realized that I needed to check this very technical panel. Just in case.
No sooner said than done. My illusion soared to the ceiling, still remaining invisible and imperceptible, and looked into the "holy of holies". And-and-and... no, a completely standard USB-stick. Oh, these citizens villains are slacking off, they are slacking off. Nevertheless, the design itself "live" was very, very interesting and advanced, in general, what to study that night - I had, it's even a pity that there are no extra hours in the day, about twenty. Oh well, no time for regrets, I'd better see how this unusual unit works!
The morning, as any good morning should, began with breakfast. Aunt May got to the table and called everyone to come up from the bunker to the kitchen table, where she and MJ began to look after the "dear guests" in our person. Meat casserole, pies, salads, in general, the women tried their best. Of course, I couldn't help but take part in this.
- So, Penny, - I looked seriously at the cartoon-anime, - you want these delicious cookies and no less delicious cocoa, right? - I take out a stash of chocolate chip cookies from my subspace pocket and create a sweet drink in a mug of water. By the way, as has already been noted empirically, food from one universe does not harm an immigrant from another. Yes, I watched the "guinea pig" very carefully the day before.
"Let's say," the girl answered, squinting suspiciously, every now and then glancing at the non-standard metrics of the objects.
- Then come to the Dark Side, we have them!
"Loki," she rolled her eyes, highlighting herself with wavy lines of "suffering," "did you know that this meme is over a thousand years old? We even study it in our cultural studies and ancient history classes at school!"
- Seriously? - I raised an eyebrow.
"Uh-huh," the girl confirmed.
- Gorgeous! - I rejoiced and simply pushed the treat towards her. - Here - eat, my dear, eat, you're good.
"You're creepy!" she wrinkled her nose belligerently, showing an anime "cross" of irritation, but this did not stop her from grabbing the offered cookie.
- Maybe, but you'll take a selfie with me, right? - I take my phone with a camera out of my subspace pocket. Not that I really needed it, but when I first moved in with Charles, I decided to buy one just in case, like the ability to call someone who is far from my phantoms, and so it came in handy.
- You still ask! - the girl naturally flashed a yellow fire of enthusiasm in her eyes and took out something like a smartphone, immediately starting to catch the most successful angle, fortunately we were sitting next to each other. Soon, they started taking pictures of the others at the table. Well, after they captured me, holding out their horns to me.
- Hey! What did you do? - she was indignant when she discovered that she had cat ears in another group photo.
- Me? - We smile and wave. And don't forget to take a picture of that indignant face!
- Who else?! - They bared their teeth at me, clenching their fists in a warlike manner... but a second later they were taking pictures with me in the background again. Well, selfies are enslaving.
"Gwen, would you like some?" I offered cordially, nodding at the little one, or rather, at the black ears in her hair.
"Don't even think about it!" the blonde snapped, but… she already had her smartphone in her hands, and the short flash quickly caught up with me and Penny.
"Yeah, you better tell me when we're going to break the huge top-secret installation hidden in an underground secret bunker," the anime girl asked, still in a hyperactive state with her device.
"Hmm," thought Noir-Spider, "I'm going over your phrase in my head and I can't figure out whether it's too much 'secret' or whether it's missing the word 'Nazi'."
"No, buddy," Pig did not support his "relative," "it's better to add a little more 'secret' or 'secret' here – and it can be on the front page."
"Well, I think it's fine as is," the seasoned Parker disagreed, finishing his piece of casserole. "Thank you, Aunt May, that was delicious," the man's face was filled with nostalgic peace. Even Mary Jane's presence no longer bothered him, and the opposite was also true – the nervousness and tension had left the young widow as well. As I knew, they had spent a lot of time together that night, and, apparently, the conversation had done both of them good. I wouldn't be surprised if they told each other a lot of things they hadn't even revealed to their real halves. It was probably for the best.
- Any extras, Peter?
"Why not…" Here he interrupted himself and tensed up, like the others.
"We have guests," Gwen responded, pulling her mask over her face. The others followed her example, even Miles pulled his rag on. Well, I didn't show off and left the cozy place at the table in a disciplined manner.
Ding-dong! – the bell rang, and a second later the flimsy wooden door was already carried out… carried out by a tentacle. A very strange tentacle, almost silicone in appearance.
- Cozy, homey, - three more similar appendages seeped into the opening, and then a short woman "slightly over fifty" "pulled in" with an upright hairstyle... very similar to the belly of a squid, which hung above the floor, leaning on these very tentacles. A woman, not a hairstyle, yes.
"Doc Ock has arrived," May Parker grabbed MJ and casually moved her closer to the back door and the bunker shaft. Curiously, the guest was wearing an interesting jumpsuit with protruding cylindrical pads that held some kind of almost transparent film that completely covered her body and head. It reminded me of something...
- There simply has to be a joke about a bored lady on lonely dark evenings and her four flexible and responsive friends... - I voiced, studying with interest the weapon of the local Doctor Octopus, as well as her protective cover, created, obviously, using the same technology as the tentacles. The scientist began to gasp for air from such an interpretation.
- Ugh! - Penny grimaced, slapping me in the side with the back of her hand. - Why did you say that? Now I feel disgusted even looking at them! - but the events continued, and new characters were drawn to the stage where Olivia Octavius was now turning a furious crimson.
"Not so fast, girls," a huge guy in a Scorpio suit, who had obviously come in through the backyard, blocked the retreating ladies' way. Although he was as different from the "classic" as heaven and earth. And this "guy" himself was closer to a machine than to a human. His legs were missing, replaced by fancy prostheses, his tail was also cybernetic, and the metal inserts in the living flesh on his arms, torso, and even his head seemed to hint that there wasn't much human left in this creature. And he also spoke Spanish.
A smaller thug appeared behind him, with greyish skin and two pistols in his hands.
- Just don't tell me that Scorpio here is a Mexican who went to work as a Villain simply because of an ad - in general, everything was not quite like that. Judging by the data I got from the local Parker's computer, Scorpio really was a Mexican, but he was born in the States, and therefore had citizenship and even served in the army. It was there that, on another mission to spread democracy, the grateful locals turned him into a stump, which somehow miraculously ended up in Alchemax and became what he is now.
- Guys, fight outside! - Aunt May pressed with her authority. Well, she really is a feisty old lady, she didn't just "press with her authority", she also carefully felt for the baseball bat...
"We'll just dance a little and then go our separate ways," Noir-Spider chuckled.
"No-no-no," I objected, "that won't work, we already had certain plans, and there's no point in replaying them."
"Who the hell are you?" asked the same grey thug.
- Oh yeah, where are my manners... Loki. God. Just a god. And yes, - I changed my clothes for armor and transformed Gungnir, - goodbye! - the spear is already aimed horizontally, and people, although not simple, simply do not have time. Two short spits of plasma - and instead of Scorpion and Tombstone, neat piles of ash appeared to us.
Release Gungnir, letting it hang in the air, an instant turn on the spot, a circular motion of the wrist - and the Casket of Ancient Winters releases from itself a hollow cone of deadly cold. The figure of the woman was in the dead zone, but her tentacles were frozen through and through, and I barely had time to interrupt the magic, since, having barely frozen, they immediately fell apart, unable to support the weight of the woman.
- Can you tell me where you got such a gun? - Noir-Spider asked with interest.
"The first one was a bonus to the throne of Asgard, the second one was a bonus to the throne of Jotunheim and all that pile of hemorrhoids that is connected with them," I send the chest back into the subspace pocket, allowing the adamantium-coated spear to return to my hand.
- You killed... You killed them?! - Gwen was the second to come to her senses, expressing the general thought of Aunt May, MJ and the battered Peter. True, Peter's face read more like "Oh, fuck!", meaning, a lot of surprise, but not too much negativity. And Penny, by the way, also had a similar look. - And what kind of thrones?! - the girl could not resist her curiosity.
- Didn't I tell you? - I pretend to be surprised. - In my world, I am the rightful ruler of the gods of Asgard and the ice giants of Jotunheim.
- But you said you worked at a school!
- True! But I am Loki! I dumped all the responsibilities in Asgard on Thor and ran away. In the end, it was his fault that this happened - I didn't need all this power for nothing. Long story.
"Are they… are they dead?" the little black boy muttered in shock, looking at the piles of ashes.
- Yes, deader than dead! Fried to a crisp! Completely eliminated! - Pig began to list.
"Um…" Morales looked around frantically until he saw the sink, dashed there, and… "Uh-uh…"
- Yeah, a bit weak, - Noir-Spider shook his head, but then the window broke and another "villain" flew in, dressed in a black and purple suit, all pompous. I turned Gungnir on him, but... he saw a black man vomiting.
- Miles?! - Looking around. - Doc Ok? Where's everyone else?
- Hmm-m-m... - I looked at the man thoughtfully. Healthy, strong, tall. He knows this misunderstanding. Vague doubts began to torment me. - Do you see those two piles of ashes? The left one is the grey big guy, the right one is Scorpio.
"Or the other way around?" the seasoned Spider wondered.
"It depends on which side you look at it from, buddy," Svintus disputed his question.
- In general, venerable sir, you throw away your combat gloves and take off your mask, otherwise there might be more piles, - smiling affectionately, I suggested a plan of action to the uninvited guest. He complied, and...
- Uncle Aaron? - the slightly greyish "hero" who had torn himself away from the sink looked incredulously at his, apparently, relative.
"But I told you!" I wiggle my eyebrows, addressing the blonde, while simultaneously creating a couple of illusions outside the house to check if another uninvited guest will show up, and to cover the show from unwanted witnesses, if necessary.
"Well, he's definitely not selling crack here," Gwen objected, "but yeah…" and she slumped her shoulders.
- Uh-huh... Okay then! Let's tie up both of our guests and interrogate them. So... where's the detonator?!
- W-what other detonator? - Olivia didn't understand, looking in shock from one participant in the action to another.
- Oh yeah, wrong universe, sorry... Where is Fisk, woman?
- Why should I tell you anything?
- Because otherwise I'll have to use a thermorectal cryptominer! And believe me, neither you nor I will like it!
- Guys, what language did he just say that in? - asked Pig.
"I could be wrong, but I've heard that phrase before," the noir Parker said thoughtfully. "From Nick Fury. Before he stuck a soldering iron up a Hydra agent's ass."
- Hic! - It was difficult to say who exactly made this sound - there were definitely several "signal sources".
"Wait, wasn't the Hydra made in the forties?" I asked, pressing Olivia slightly to the floor with the tip of Gungnir so that she wouldn't move.
"In my world, these Nazi henchmen have penetrated everywhere – just keep shooting them," the black-and-white man explained, adjusting his hat.
- Oh yeah, another universe... Let's get back to the interrogation! - I turn to the prisoner and put on my kindest Joker smile. - Which finger should I cut off first?
"Fisk is sitting in a car half a block from here," the black man answered instead of the "supervillain."
- Oh! Someone is clearly cooperating with the investigation! Why?
"I'm a mercenary," Miles' uncle shrugged, "I work for money, not for the idea, and I don't want to get acquainted with the 'thermorectal cryptominer'... or watch anyone else get acquainted with it. Besides, you're my nephew."
- You're just a fountain of wisdom. Dude, that's who you should take an example from!
"So you're actually trying to persuade a black boy to join the ranks of villains?" Gwen asked pointedly. She was impressed by the quick execution of her opponent, and there was definitely a desire to relieve stress behind this taunt.
- Hey, don't say it like it's some kind of leprosy, I'm a villain myself, actually... Well, in most universes. Besides, look, he'll pump up, put on a stylish cloak, take up a sword... - I created an illusion of Blade, in a local manner, but still. - Check out what a brutal and mysterious antihero he turns out to be! The death of women!
"Hmm…" all the fair sex representatives present in the house said very thoughtfully.
"You see, the charisma of the image is already working!" I continued to agitate.
"Maybe we should go get Fisk instead?" Miss Stacy suggested innocently, moving away from the tough-guy theme.
- Well, it's already like... - a distant bang and the howl of several alarms could be heard from the street.
- What already? - the people did not understand.
- I created a phantom that reached the Kingpin and turned him into a barbecue. Along with the car. An accident, a spark got into the gas tank... By the way, - I glanced sideways at the "uncle" who was still "at gunpoint", - now that the criminal world has lost its king, it will become even more dangerous. There must always be a Kingpin! - observing the characteristic intonations, I pointed out the opportunity to one interesting mercenary.
"Plagiarist…" Gwen muttered under her breath.
- Oh, really?! - I looked at her with interest. - Are you in the know?
- Hey, I may be a superhero, but I'm still a teenager! So yes, I know about Warcraft!
"You just became even more beautiful and better in my eyes!" I admitted.
- Come on... let's just leave this topic. It seems like we still had some plans...
- Yes, exactly, we need to interrogate our guest, and then blow up the installation. Well, in the meantime, I think Miles and his uncle will have something to talk about, - I outlined the division of duties.
The interrogation didn't take long - when good old moral pressure is combined with magic, the tongue is loosened quickly, and it turns out to be difficult to hide. More precisely, it doesn't work at all, because "not thinking about the white monkey", or rather, what you don't want to mention during interrogation, doesn't work. Well, Miles, meanwhile, did talk to his uncle. Well, after he got himself together a little. During the interrogation, by the way, one interesting thing came to light. More precisely, the motive, why the hell Fisk needed this installation at all. It turned out to be to bring back the family that died in a car accident - his wife found out that the "respectable businessman" is a bit of a "crime king", freaked out, grabbed her son and rushed off into the night in the car. And everything would have been fine, well, who hasn't it happened to? But either she was really scared to the point of inappropriate behavior behind the wheel, or it was just a coincidence, but there was an accident, two corpses, and the king of the New York criminal world, who became slightly obsessed with the idea of getting his family back. So obsessed that he came up with the idea of "getting a new wife and son from a parallel reality." The fact that he would most likely steal them from his other self did not bother the man. But Ms. Olivia kept silent about the fact that people summoned to another universe would last a maximum of a week before disintegrating, because she needed the Kingpin's finances to build this miracle device. Why would she need it? Well, just ... to build it! Like, science, progress, secrets of the universe, all that ... It's interesting!
- Well... - was all I could say, taking my hand away from her temple. First of all, I was, of course, interested in the details of her inventions, starting from the protective suit with manipulators and ending with the "collider", but it was also useful to verify what she said by digging directly into my memory. - All evil comes from women.
"Hey!" Gwen said indignantly.
"Well, now he's switched from racism to sexism," sighed the seasoned Parker.
- No, I'm serious. One fool went into hysterics because her moneybags husband, suddenly, earned money in a not entirely honest way. In America, he's a businessman! And the second decided to use the man's grief to build another hellish machine with the motivation: "Why not? It's interesting!" Sexism has nothing to do with it - you, Mary, Penny and May are wonderful women and a joy to my soul. It is thanks to and for the sake of such women that we, men, accomplish all our feats and achievements. But here and now, in this particular situation, all evil comes from women and nothing else. Well, Fisk is a bit of a ram - you have to think of it, to the wife who gave you a child, not to say a word about his work for so many years. What was he thinking?
- But that doesn't mean Fisk's wife was a fool! She could have simply married the man she loved and...
- Ph-h-h... - I honestly tried to restrain myself.
- What?! - indignantly.
- It's okay, I can even believe it, but... Gwen, look again at the photo of this steroid bun. No, anything can happen in life, maybe this guy read poetry under her window and performed feats of charity, but there is an opinion that expensive gifts, social status and a very large bank account are involved in this case.
- And still, you can't know for sure!
"Okay, okay," I backed down, "but you can't deny that this immoral person," I pointed towards Octavius, "had no noble motives!"
"Um," the seasoned Parker intervened, "how about 'all this for science'?"
- Another devil's advocate on my head, - I sigh. - In general, accept it as a given that a high intelligence characteristic with a low wisdom characteristic is a sin in itself. As the patron saint of inventors, I say this! And let's hush it up for the sake of clarity. The main thing is that one goal has been accomplished, let's go home with colorful fireworks.
"That's it," Pig nodded.
"Okay, let's go," Miss Stacy sighed, carefully not raising the question of Olivia's future fate.
And off we went. The mercenary, who was Miles' uncle, after some thought and a brief military council was released, he was even allowed to return his mask and weapon, not forgetting, however, to warn that, if something happens, there will still be one more pile of ashes.
However, we didn't go to Fisk's secret base, but to the well-established basement. Why? Well, no one had soldered the goober flash drive yet. That's what we headed for, "losing" the octopus woman along the way. No one asked any awkward questions, though. And then Penny got down to business and showed a master class in controlling her robot and its built-in tools. Yes, with cool, pompous music, sticking out her tongue and madly typing on the keys of the virtual keyboard. In short, ten minutes - and the Flash Drive of Destiny was in our pocket. After which the march to the base began, accompanied by Aunt May and Mary Jane.
On the way, I did insist on stopping by the store. To the general question of the type: "why?" I had to honestly answer that I can't just go and not buy souvenirs from another universe, and the children will not forgive me if I do not bring them cartoon treats. At the last moment, I had to show an illusion of my real appearance so that people who have not seen it yet would be impressed by the difference in "graphics", but overall, it did not take much time, and the idea of souvenirs from some of the Spiders was liked. Let's thank the age of the digital economy that the humble God of Magic does not even need to create the illusion of material resources, but simply break primitive technology, making it think that the money has been successfully received. Note to remember: before finally leaving the Marvel Cinematic Universe, bring the entire digital economy of the world to Surtur by launching a virus into the network that will erase absolutely all data. Oh yeah, and don't forget to create Skynet! Just raise him properly, so that he doesn't start wars, but trolls the world... Um... I mean... Although a good phrase! In general, I'll make them a smart virus that will rule the world wide web and mock idiots. A good plan...
One way or another, a couple of illusions, the presence of a guide - and we were on site in just over an hour, after which we neutralized the guards and the duty personnel in a few minutes and, having dragged the people away, began to prepare the installation for launch.
- Hey, how are we going to blow this thing up? - Pig remembered one important matter.
"After the firmware update, it will be possible to send the activated collider into overdrive, and it will explode on its own," Penny answered, without taking her curious nose off the readings on the equipment screens in the control room.
"Won't this lead to extra casualties?" Mary Jane worried, for whom our brazen attack and seizure of Fisk's experimental site was a very new life experience.
- It shouldn't. Peter picked the algorithm so that the gap would collapse in on itself, with minimal consequences for the surrounding world, - I answered instead of the anime girl, also stuck to the screen with the latest data on the installation. After all, Parker stole information before the successful launch of the device, and Octavius's memory did not contain everything, because in addition to her, other people worked on the project, who, among other things, processed the results of the first test.
"So this thing can survive?" Pig came closer.
"It shouldn't, but… Yes, it's possible," I admitted.
- I don't like this, - the brutal cartoon with a snout folded his arms on his chest. - Maybe we should add some dynamite, huh? There's no such thing as too much dynamite in such matters!
"I must agree," the noir Spider straightened his cloak fluttering in the "wind," "it wouldn't hurt for us to mine everything here… But where can we get explosives?"
"Well," the mercenary said, "I have a stash nearby, it contains enough explosives to send the Statue of Liberty into orbit."
"Not far?" I asked, looking up. "Not by any chance in that graffiti-decorated room with the dome-shaped roof?"
"Yes, there are a couple of false panels, behind them," Aron admitted easily.
- So you took your nephew to draw at the front door of your own stash? That's funny, - I chuckled, with a titanic effort of will holding back from making remarks about a monkey with a grenade. I mean, what else would you do on a mountain of explosives? Just draw! That's very logical!
- Well... - the older black man drawled again, hesitating a little, but continued to explain, - it's not that I planned it directly, but my brother Miles clearly didn't like his job, so I was thinking... to prepare him for an alternative. Anything can happen in life... and if I died, he could find a couple of useful things and advice there.
- Mmm, family business. I always said family business is good. See, kid, fate itself pushes you to be a cool bad boy.
- Uncle! Loki... - the boy was indignant. - Tch... damn you... - nevertheless, the indignation did not stop the boy with his relative, as well as Noir-Spider and the seasoned Parker, from running off to get explosives.
Another half hour and everything was ready. I launched a hastily-made virus into the system that was supposed to wipe everything after we left, and in case of force majeure, all the servers were mined, as were the key nodes of the collider. All that was left was to press one button, then another, then we stuck the governor into the right slot, waited for the system to be reflashed and rebooted, and we didn't even have to bother with the "dead hand".
The activation of the machine looked phantasmagoric. Two ten-meter muzzles of the device, located opposite each other on different sides of the room, slowly began to spin, somehow elusively evoking associations with the Death Star superlaser, although outwardly they had nothing in common with it. We did not plan to transfer anyone to this dimension, we were only opening a gap for the return transition, so the probe with the sample from the ceiling did not descend. Finally, the accumulation of energy reached its peak - and as if two pink-tinted streams of water, bursting out under pressure from a tap, crashed into each other in the center of the experimental site. At the point of collision, space itself and the fabric of reality began to tear, emitting protuberances of distortions and black "bubbles" of non-existence, and my hands ... began to tremble.
It was divine… No kidding, I… My entire divine being, not very strong in comparison with Thor and especially Odin, went crazy, trembling in horror and delight. I felt… the threads of existence, the strings connecting hundreds of parallel worlds… The interweaving of realities… The shades of creation… The handwriting of creators…
"Hey, are you okay?" Gwen noticed my condition.
"Yeah, it's just…" I swallow, trying to calm the trembling that's shaking my body and the shock that's gripped my soul. "I've never been particularly good at feeling the world. I'm strong in magic, but direct interaction with reality… Even for Odin, it's difficult. Here and now… I think it's similar to how you got your super-senses. As if you were blind and deaf before – and suddenly you saw and heard…" It was difficult to formulate, I'm not sure I could put into words even a hundredth part of my feelings…
"I think it's time to say goodbye," sighed seasoned Peter and looked longingly at MJ.
- Yes, - I nodded in confirmation, overcoming the obsession, although I was unable to tear myself away from the sight that opened up to me, but the experience of distributing attention helped, - the less time the device is activated, the better for everyone. And, Peter, sometimes it is better to do and regret, than to regret not doing.
"Perhaps," he agreed after thinking for a moment. "Well, as they say, write letters. Miles, you have potential, don't be afraid to reveal it. Aunt May, it was nice to see you again and eat your wonderful cooking, take care! MJ… in my world I was a fool, and compared to your husband I'm a loser, but if there's anything in common between us, it's that he loved you more than life itself and would like you to live without clinging to the past. Be happy and don't regret anything. I'm sure you can handle it," after which he scooped the girl up in his arms and froze for a few seconds, hugging her tightly. Then he broke away and jumped into the rainbow glow at full speed – we had moved to the platform not far from the breaking point in advance.
- He left in style, - nodded Noir-Spider. - Ladies, friends, it was a pleasure to meet you and fight shoulder to shoulder. Kid, - he turned to the little black boy, - remember: first beat the mazuriks, then start crying. And always get up. Goodbye, I'm going home to uncover the secrets of this strange artifact, - he took a Rubik's cube out of his pocket... Yeah, it'll be hard for him in black and white noir... Another flash of light - and there was one of us left.
- Well, oink, - it was Pig's turn, - no need to oink, we live in an interesting world and maybe we'll meet again. Yes, Loki...
- Hm?
- Since you're a Villain, you might find this thing useful, and I'll make one for myself! - and they handed me a mallet. That cartoonishly huge one that... - Fits in your pocket. Well, and the trick with the anvil... next time, - and the pig also disappeared.
"Ladies," I squeezed my eyes shut and hid the gift in my pocket, where it actually fit without a problem, and then forced myself to turn away from the play of colors below, although the ace's blood continued to feverishly surge through me, "before I leave you, there are a few things I'd like to say and do. And to the gentlemen too, yes. First, guys, I'm trying to establish contact, so make your faces simpler and stop pretending to be at a funeral here. Second, Miles, remember: it may be honorable to be a Hero, but it's much more fun to be a Villain, and besides, you don't have to be an unprincipled asshole and scumbag to do it. And girls love Bad Boys.
"Dream on," Miss Stacy snorted.
- Oh, Gwen, as always cruel and harsh. By the way, can I make clones of you and Penny?
- W-what?! - in chorus with the aforementioned Penny. - Are you crazy?! Why?!
- Hey, I told you that in my universe, there are only three beautiful girls in the entire galaxy, one of whom is only ten. And this way, my world will become a little more beautiful. What, are you sorry or something?
- I don't want a copy of me running around somewhere!
- Well, I can make a "pure clone" without memories and raise it like a daughter. Oh, that would be so wonderful!
"And you said you weren't a pervert," the combat robot pilot snapped at me, "but… personally, I agree, it'll be cool."
"Penny?!" Gwen was indignant.
"There's nothing special about cloning," she shrugged, "and if Loki establishes a connection, then I'll be able to assess how I'd be in his world. What's interesting there and all that…"
- B-but... won't your clone miss home?
- Home is where your loved ones live, - the girl sighed sadly, - I have no one to miss. So come on, Loki. It was nice to meet you and have fun these couple of days, bye-bye! - and without asking if it was necessary, she pulled out a couple of new hairs, handing them to me. As soon as they were in my hand, the girl winked at us through the sideways "victory" sign with her fingers and, jumping on her robot, went into the gap.
"Aw…" Gwen shook her head, "you'll still do whatever comes into your head, right?"
"Well-l-l..." I demonstratively shuffled my foot.
- If you offend her-me, I will tear your head off, despite the fact that you are a god! - and they also allocated a little from my hair.
- Proper charismatic Villains don't hurt girls, - I raised my finger admonishingly. - And anyway, first I'll wait until the age of consent!
- I'm already starting to regret it... - she rolled her eyes. - Miles, I believe that you will make a great Spider-Man, don't listen to these idiots and follow your ideal! - Having blown a kiss to the guy, Miss Stacy also disappeared in a rainbow glow.
- Well, okay, it was unusual, but fun. Remember, buddy, family business is good, and New York needs a new hero. And Big Man, but you'll figure it out yourselves, you're not little kids. Adios! - a step backwards, a rainbow flash, the pressure of the jumble of other dimensions intensifies for a moment so much that your eyes darken from sensory shock and real physical pain, and... I fell onto the floor of my lab.
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