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The aftermath of the intense battle left the Undercroft in disarray. Peter took a minute to survey the scene. The defeated Doctor Strange stood confined in a cell, looking p*ssed off, his cape thrashing against the glass walls in futile attempts to escape. Peter's victory over the sorcerer sent shockwaves through the room, leaving the other Spider-Men and their allies in awe.

"Daddy, that was so cool!" Lily exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement as she rushed over to her father's side.

Peter couldn't help but smile at his daughter's enthusiasm. "Thanks, sweetheart," he replied, ruffling her hair affectionately.

The other Spider-Men approached, their expressions a mix of admiration and relief. They had witnessed Peter's display of power and skill, gaining a newfound respect for him.

"Man, he was tough," Andrew commented, a hint of awe in his voice.

Tom nodded in agreement. "I've never seen someone handle Strange like that before..."

Peter grinned, the satisfaction of his victory evident in his eyes. "Well, let's just say I've learned a few tricks over the years."

The group's attention then turned to the captured villains, still trapped in their cells. Tom, lost in thought for a moment, made a move towards the cells, but Peter held out a hand to stop him.

"Not so fast," Peter cautioned, his voice firm. "What are you doing?" He asked, knowing what happened in the movie.

Tom looked at him with concern. "What? I'm letting them out. It's not like we can stay in the Undercroft. It's too risky. What if someone from Kamar-Taj discovers that Doctor Strange has been captured?"

Peter sighed, knowing Tom had a point. If they stayed, then the likely-hood of another powerful sorcerer coming along, either looking for Strange or not, was fairly large. Reluctantly, he nodded in agreement.

But allowing them out of their cells would bring a whole host of problems.

"Alright," Peter conceded. "We can't stay here, but if we're going to release them, we have to make sure they won't cause any trouble." Turning to the caged villains, Peter eyes them with a dangerous, threatening look. "But you won't cause any problems, will you?"

They all turned to own another and put on innocent facades. "No, or course not…" Doc Ock said, unconvincingly.

Elector nodded along. "Yeah, what he said…"

"I would never hurt a fly." Lizard said as his long tongue shot out, aiming for a bug that landed on the glass of his cell.

As each villain suddenly turned into innocent little angels, Peter turned to Tom and everyone else, finding them all just as doubtful as him. "Yeah… right.."

Seeing that they couldn't be trusted, Peter approached each of the caged villains one by one. Norman Osborn, Electro, Doc Ock, Lizard, Sandman, and Eddie Brock watched him warily as he cast a quick spell on each of them. A beam of light shot out from his finger, enveloping their bodies before disappearing into their skin.

The villains flinched and protested, demanding to know what Peter had done to them, but he only smirked and shrugged in response.

"Try to cause any trouble, and you'll find out," Peter warned, his voice laced with a menacing edge.

Finally, Peter turned to Tom, a look of resignation on his face. "Okay, you can let them out now."

[🛑Important A/N!🛑: Since some of you don't think the spell was enough and that Venom should have been imprisoned, do you guys want me to edit the last few chapters and have Flash/Venom thrown into a cell? Obviously, he'll be let out anyway, since they're leaving the Undercroft, but I can edit it if it annoys you guys. Let me know in the paragraph/chapter comments :)]

Tom nodded and approached the cells, unlocking them one by one, allowing the villains to step out into the Undercroft. The tension in the room grew palpable as the former adversaries faced each other, the Spider-Men on guard, ready to intervene at the slightest hint of trouble.

Venom eyed his former host from the confines of Flash's body, wondering if he should act now and return to Eddie or wait for a better opportunity. Or perhaps a better host? His eyes turned to scan the room, finding a few interesting candidates.

Meanwhile, Doctor Strange remained confined in his cell, a scowl etched on his face. He muttered complaints and tried to explain why helping them was pointless, but Peter had heard enough. With a quick flick of his hand, Peter cast a spell on Strange's cell, muting his words for the time being.

Ignoring Strange completely, Tom turned his attention to the assembled group. "All right, everyone," he addressed them firmly. "We can't stay here, and we can't risk leaving them unsupervised. So, we need to find a safe place where we can regroup and figure out our next steps."

May stepped up with an idea. "We could use Happy's apartment. He's out of town and should still have some Stark tech that you guys can use…"

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In the heart of an empty New York City junkyard, three figures seemed to appear out of nowhere, each bewildered by their sudden displacement.

Kingpin, a towering behemoth of a man, stepped forward, his imposing frame casting a long shadow over the decrepit machinery surrounding them. Dressed in a large black suit, which could be used to cover a car, his immense size and boxy appearance commanded attention.

Doctor Olivia Octavius, a disheveled scientist with wild, untamed hair, stood beside him, her four mechanical tentacle-like arms flexing instinctively.

And finally, Tombstone, a pale and sinister gangster-like figure, with his slicked-back white hair and finely tailored suit, completed the trio.

(A/N: Obviously, they're from an Into a Spider-Verse universe. They know Spider-Man is Peter Parker so they fit the criteria for the spell)

Blinking in the dimly lit surroundings, Kingpin's deep voice boomed, "Where... where are we?"

Doctor Octavius adjusted her glasses and furrowed her brow, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. Realization quickly dawned on her as she retrieved a small device from her lab coat. Activating it, she conducted a quick scan of the area, her gaze fixated on the readings. "I... I can't believe it. This isn't our universe."

Tombstone's gravelly voice cut through the tension, his eyes narrowing in Olivia's direction. "Did your collider do this?" He asked, accusingly.

Kingpin clenched his fists, his massive form vibrating in anger. "Shut it. We need to figure out where we are..."

Doctor Octavius turned to her boss, a hint of concern in her voice. "We're out of our element here… This is so exciting!" She happily exclaimed out of nowhere.

Kingpin's intense gaze shifted from the junkyard to his loyal lackeys. "Let's go find out if this universe has a Peter Parker… and kill 'em." His grudge against the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man seemed to extend across the multiverse.

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The night was clear over New York City as a gust of wind swept across the towering skyscrapers. The Avengers Tower stood tall, its beacon of hope shining brightly in the darkness. Atop the building, the whirring of machinery and surveillance cameras hummed in the background, silently monitoring the city below.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a strange phenomenon was about to unfold.

Suddenly, with a blinding flash of light, a figure materialized on the rooftop. His lean frame exuding an air of confidence and charisma. Dressed in a broken Iron suit of armor, which showed signs of an intense battle, he eyed the city below in confusion.

"Huh? How did I get here?" He muttered in shock.

He stumbled backwards, disoriented, his mind racing to comprehend what had just happened. Memories of snapping his fingers with a victorious smirk on his face flooded his mind, leading to his inevitable death. His body unable to survive the combined power of the Infinity Stones.

"I'm… alive?" He uttered, his mind racing at a million miles a minute.

Suddenly, the alarms on the rooftop blared in response to his arrival, their shrill tones cutting through the night air.

Startled, guards stationed in the tower quickly rushed to the source of the commotion. They arrived, guns drawn and expressions hardened, surrounding the bewildered man. A tense standoff ensued as the guards aimed their weapons at the unexpected intruders back.

Tony slowly turned around, his face partially hidden by the shadows. As he stepped into the dim light, his identity became clear, and the guards' jaws dropped in disbelief. It was Tony Stark, the man who had supposedly perished while saving the universe from Thanos, the Mad Titan.

One guard, trembling slightly, managed to find his voice amidst the shock. "It can't be... You're supposed to be dead…"

Tony smirked wryly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "Yeah, well, death has a funny way of being overrated. Mind putting those things down? It's not exactly a warm welcome. After all, this is still my building, right?"

Reluctantly, the guards lowered their weapons, unable to tear their eyes away from the man who had become a legend. The news of Tony's sacrifice had spread far and wide, etching his memory into the hearts of countless people.

Just then, a familiar figure clad in a formidable suit of armor emerged from behind the guards. It was James Rhodes, known to many as War Machine, a dear friend and ally of Tony's. His face was a mixture of astonishment and disbelief as he beheld the impossible sight before him.

"Tony?" Rhodes stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You… you… how?" He couldn't find the words to say.

Tony's gaze met Rhodes', his usual smirk replaced by a warm smile.

"You tell me, Rhodey. I've been asking myself the same question ever since I ended up here. One minute I'm gone, and the next...well, I'm back." Tony explains, eyed his friends upgraded armor. "Looking good, by the way. I like what you've done with my design."

"Uh… umm… Thanks?" Rhodes just couldn't speak properly.

"Anyway, can we order some food?" Tony asks as he pats his stomach. "Being dead can really work up an appetite. I could eat a whole cow…"

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