Marvel’s Spider-Man: Across the Multiverse

The kraft-paper Vulture let out a satisfied groan.

Peter stood up, looking at him with clear disgust.

"You… You can actually cure my condition?" The kraft-paper Vulture stared at Peter in disbelief.

Peter didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "Can we have a proper conversation now?"

"Yes, yes! Whatever you say!" The kraft-paper Vulture nodded repeatedly, his expression full of flattery.

At this moment, in his eyes, Peter was no different from a life-saving deity.

"You came from another world?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember how you got here?"

"I was in my world's museum, minding my own business, just being a handsome guy. Took a quick nap, and the next thing I knew, I woke up here. Then I realized this wasn't my world. The colors here are so… aggressive, and there was some strange force constantly breaking down my body! But when I found out I couldn't go back, I panicked… I swear, I wasn't trying to cause destruction on purpose, sir! I thought the people here brought me into this world to kill me—that's the only reason I acted that way! Please, you have to believe me!"

The kraft-paper Vulture babbled on, sneaking nervous glances at Peter, as if afraid he would be executed on the spot.

After all, in his mind, Spider-Man was exactly the kind of hero who would bring swift justice.

Peter didn't believe a single word of it.

Minding his own business? Just being a "handsome guy"? Since when did a "handsome guy" walk around carrying that many explosives?

The truth was, the Vulture had arrived in this world just minutes ago.

His point of entry was on the other side of New York.

After arriving, he had followed his Spider-Sense, trying to locate this world's Spider-Man. Since this was his first time using this ability for such a purpose, he wasn't entirely sure how accurate it would be.

However, he was certain that this world did have a Spider-Man.

That was the key—his primary condition. The biggest "web" he could cast.

At the same time, the communication device in his wristwatch was automatically adjusting itself to pick up signals from this world.

Once it locked onto the local networks, he caught news of a biological terrorist attack at the city museum.

If this world had a Spider-Man, then he would undoubtedly head there. That was a more direct approach than just blindly following his Spider-Sense.

His Spider-Sense pointed him in the right direction, but it wasn't a tracker. It couldn't pinpoint someone with complete accuracy.

Sure enough, when he arrived at the museum, he saw the explosion—and he also saw Gwen going in.

After that, things became simple.

Since Gwen had entered, Peter naturally followed.

And when the kraft-paper Vulture ambushed Gwen, Peter had immediately suited up and intercepted the attack.

His vibranium suit, with its high-impact absorption properties, nullified the Vulture's devastating strike entirely.

Caught off guard, the Vulture was severely injured in an instant, leaving him with no ability to resist.

A villain who carried explosives wherever he went and treated them like fireworks in a crowded city?

Peter had no mercy for people like him.

He had lived through the war against Thanos—granted, it was just one battlefield on the frontlines, but hours of high-intensity combat had been enough to forge a true warrior.

If Peter from the Ultimate Universe had been just a confused teenager following in the footsteps of those before him…

Then the Peter of today had transformed into someone with his own ideals, his own will, and a Spider-Man spirit that was uniquely his.

The kind-hearted Tobey-Spider was a Spider-Man.

The ruthless Shadow-Spider was also a Spider-Man.

And Peter?

He would become his own Spider-Man, in his own way.

He crouched down slightly, locking eyes with the kraft-paper Vulture.

"You want to live?"

"Yes, yes, I want to live…" The kraft-paper Vulture nodded frantically, but an inexplicable chill suddenly surged through his body, as if he had been locked onto by some terrifying predator.

Was it the man standing before him?

"If you want to live, then obey me," Peter said.

The kraft-paper Vulture hesitated before asking, "What do you want me to do?"

"Join my legion," Peter replied. "Follow my orders and fight a war for me. Once it's done, you can choose to stay in another world or return to your own."

"You can send me back to my world?" The kraft-paper Vulture's eyes lit up.

Calling himself a "handsome guy" had been nothing but nonsense, but his world still had things he couldn't bear to part with.

If he had the chance to go back, of course, he wanted to.

Peter raised a single finger, a faint glow of quantum energy shimmering at the tip. "Do you think I need to lie to you?"

The kraft-paper Vulture stared at Peter's fingertip, deep in thought. After a long pause, he finally nodded. "Alright, I'll follow your orders. But we need to set a time limit—just one war isn't enough. What if you never start this war? Am I supposed to work for you forever?"

"Three years," Peter suggested. "How about that?"

"Three years?! That's way too long!" The kraft-paper Vulture shouted. "No way! Six months, tops!"

"Two and a half years."

"Nine months!"

"Two years."

"One year!"

"Deal."

The kraft-paper Vulture blinked. …Wait a minute, why did this feel like a setup?

And just like that, the deal was sealed.

Of course, a verbal agreement alone didn't carry much real weight.

But quantum energy was the greatest guarantee.

Before the kraft-paper Vulture even considered breaking their deal, he would have to weigh whether betraying Peter was worth gambling his life.

And Peter had no doubts he could keep him in check.

He wasn't like the Holland-Spider from No Way Home—all kindness and no strategy, getting outplayed by a bunch of villains working together.

If the kraft-paper Vulture dared to turn against him, he'd better be sure he could kill Peter in one shot.

If not, he should be prepared to die instead.

Peter had slain hundreds of dark followers with his own hands—one more vulture wouldn't make a difference.

Casually, Peter tore off the webs binding the kraft-paper Vulture.

"Can you conceal that thing?" he asked, eyeing the villain carefully.

The kraft-paper Vulture stretched his back, retracting his wings. "If you get me a cloak…"

Peter nodded.

With his wings tucked in and a loose robe covering him, the kraft-paper Vulture would merely look… slightly bulkier than an average person.

Well, about as bulky as a second double-door fridge.

Still, that wasn't too big of a problem—at least it was far less terrifying than his original look.

(End of Chapter)

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