606 C606 LYLA

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As Peter delved into the stacks of paperwork, he couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and disbelief at the mess Tony had created in his absence.

Tony, grumbling under his breath, half-heartedly cleaned up the remnants of his fast-food feast while complaining, "Can't you just clean all of this up with a wave of your hand or a snap of your fingers? Why do I have to do this? I don't even clean up my own house! I have maids for f*ck sake!" His grumbling a soon turned into indignant shouts, which Peter swiftly ignored.

"…" Peter pretended not to hear a thing that came out of Tony's mouth.

"Come on, Pete! You've got magic powers! Why not just snap your fingers and make this place spotless?" Tony continued, attempting to appeal to get out of his punishment.

Without looking up from his paperwork, Peter calmly responded, "Magic or not, you had one job, Tony. Cover my paperwork. It's not that hard, and yet, here we are." He said as he signed a paper before putting it aside and grabbing another. "The least you can do is clean up your own mess…"

Tony sighed but continued cleaning, muttering about things like unfairness and abuse of power. After all, not even his parents would force him to clean…

As he picked up discarded wrappers and empty soda cans, he couldn't help but throw occasional glares at Peter, who remained focused on the piles of paperwork.

Just as the office was starting to regain some order, a glitchy-looking portal unexpectedly opened on the ceiling. Peter, unfazed by the appearance of the portal, sighed in annoyance as he leaned back in his chair. 'Didn't I tell Gwen to tell them not to bother me?'

Tony, on the other hand, instantly summoned his Iron Man suit, covering himself in a sleek, metallic armor, with only his head exposed. "?!"

Charging up his palm repulser, Tony aimed it at the portal, ready for whatever might emerge. Suddenly, a woman dressed in a white, hooded spider suit dropped out of the portal, landing gracefully in front of Peter's desk. The impact kicked up a few papers, but Peter swiftly webbed them down, maintaining order amidst the unexpected entrance.

"Gwen?" Peter questioned, an annoyed tone to his voice. "What are you doing here?"

Gwen, still in her Spider-Gwen attire, looked around the room before pointing at Peter. "Peter, we need to talk!"

Peter raised an eyebrow under his mask. "I believe that I told you I'd explain later..."

Gwen shook her head. "Sure, you did. But you're not my boss, are you? Now explain, or I'm going to run out of this office and start screaming your real name at the top of my lungs."

Tony, realizing that there was no threat, lowered his repulser as his suit swiftly disappeared, the nano bots returning to their storage space in his arc reactor.

"So, what's going on?" Tony asked, his tone curious.

Peter, ignoring Tony's question, raised a brow before snapping his fingers. "Alright, go ahead and start yelling." He said as he gestured to the door.

Seeing that Peter was calling her bluff, Gwen decided to go all-in and actually do it. With a determined stride, she walked toward the door, casting a glance back at Peter, hoping that he'd give in and spare her from revealing his true identity in the middle of the Avengers Tower. She waited a second, but Peter remained unfazed. Taking a deep breath, Gwen opened her mouth and shouted, "Peter Parker! Peter Parker! Peter Parker!"

However, to her astonishment, the words that escaped her lips were far from what she intended. Instead of revealing Peter's secret identity, she found herself involuntarily uttering a bizarre and nonsensical sequence. "Sticking out your gyatt for the rizzler! You're so skibidi! You're so fanum tax! I just wanna be your sigma!"

Gwen's eyes widened in sheer embarrassment and confusion as she realized the absurdity of the words she had unintentionally vocalized. Slamming the door shut, she turned to Peter, her expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. She tried to yell at him, but once again, her words came out all wrong. "I'm the biggest bird! I'm the biggest bird!"

Underneath his mask, Peter couldn't contain his amusement as he smirked at his handiwork. On the other hand, Tony, thoroughly amused by the spectacle, burst into laughter. However, being somewhat of an old man in terms of internet slang, he had no idea what any of the phrases meant.

Gwen, now glaring daggers at Peter, was clearly unwilling to endure any more linguistic surprises. She shot him a look that communicated her frustration and annoyance, her eyes silently demanding that he fix it as her mouth remained sealed.

Peter, enjoying the situation he had orchestrated, asked Gwen, "Are you going to be good? Or should I just send you home like this?"

The question only fueled Gwen's irritation, but after a moment of contemplation, she reluctantly nodded. It dawned on her that cooperation might be the fastest way to regain control over her speech and avoid any further embarrassing episodes.

As Gwen reluctantly agreed to not cause any trouble, Peter snapped his fingers again, returning her ability to speak normally.

As Gwen's voice returned, she resisted the urge to unleash a torrent of complaints. One look from Peter, a silent warning in the narrowing of his eyes, told her that there would be consequences if she decided to voice her grievances.

"Why are you here?" Peter questioned, annoyance evident in his tone. "I specifically told you to tell the society not to bother me."

Gwen corrected him with a sly grin, "Yeah, but you never said that I couldn't bother you, right? Besides, I'm not here on Spider-Society business. I'm here to see a friend."

Peter raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, his gaze penetrating. "You're not here on society business, huh? So, when you arrived, why didn't you just say hello instead of interrogating me?"

Playing dumb, Gwen shrugged, "I don't know what you're taking about. You must be mistaken. I'm just here to visit a friend." She smiled innocently as she spoke.

Tony, who had been eavesdropping on the peculiar conversation, suddenly interjected, "What's this Spider Society, and why haven't I heard of it? You hiding things from me, Peter?"

Peter sighed, realizing that explaining the Spider-Society to Tony was inevitable. "The Spider-Society is an elite force founded and led by a man named Miguel O'Hara, a Spider-Man from an alternate future universe. It's an organization of Spider-People from different universes with the mission to preserve the multiverse from any possible threat."

Tony, processing the information, nodded his head. "So, it's like a multiverse version of the Avengers, but only spider types are allowed to join?"

Peter nodded in agreement, "Yeah, but truthfully, they do more harm than good. They try to fix universes by maintaining what they call 'canon events' but their work only damages the fabric of the multiverse-"

Before Peter could continue, Gwen's eyes widened, and she interrupted, "No, we do not! Who told you that?!"

A mischievous smile spread across Peter's face as he casually replied, "Death."

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In the hidden depths of the Spider-Society's lair, Miguel O'Hara, the futuristic Spider-Man, convened a meeting with his most trusted associates. The room was dimly lit, and holographic displays flickered with information as Miguel addressed the gathering. The atmosphere was a blend of determination and camaraderie as the Spider-People discussed recent missions and potential threats.

Gwen's warning about a looming danger was also brought up, but lacking concrete details, the information failed to garner serious consideration among the Spider-Society members.

Of course, Miguel could have divulged the source of this warning, Peter Parker, but that was a risk he wasn't willing to take. Keeping Peter's existence a secret was paramount. The less the society knew about him, the better.

As the meeting concluded, and his fellow Spider-People dispersed, Miguel remained alone in his dark lair. However, he was not truly alone. The holographic entity LYLA, an intricate part of Miguel's life, appeared behind him. LYrate Lifeform Approximation, or LYLA, projected an air of trustworthiness as she conversed with Miguel like a friend and confidante.

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"Peter Parker," LYLA spoke, her holographic form pacing behind Miguel. "Do you not find it curious that the warning about the impending threat came from him? Could it be that he harbors motives behind our current understanding?"

Miguel, absorbed in his thoughts, considered LYLA's words. "Peter? He's a possible threat, but I doubt he'd target us. I mean, why would he?"

LYLA's holographic appearance subtly shifted, a malicious expression flashing across her face, though Miguel did see it. "Consider this… What if Peter is planning to take over the Society? After all, he's been traveling the multiverse a lot lately. It would make sense that he wants to spread his influence…"

Miguel hesitated, his mind grappling with conflicting thoughts. The notion of Peter, a fellow Spider-Man, betraying them seemed far-fetched. Yet, LYLA's insidious whispers planted seeds of doubt. As she continued to sow mistrust, her holographic form subtly twisted, revealing a darker undertone that escaped Miguel's notice.

"Be vigilant, Miguel. Trust is a delicate thread easily broken," LYLA warned, her voice echoing with a hint of malevolence. "Perhaps it's time to consider the possibility that Peter isn't just a possible threat, but a real threat that needs addressing before it's too late..."

Unaware of the subtle transformation in LYLA's appearance and tone, Miguel nodded, a cloud of uncertainty settling over his mind. "If that's truly the case, then we'll have to prepare…"

As the holographic entity lingered behind him for another moment, its twisted appearance disappeared, returning back to normal. "I'll create some battle plans immediately…" She said as she disappeared, leaving Miguel to stew in his newfound suspicions.

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In the clandestine depths of an unknown location, LYLA manifested before a familiar figure adorned in a distinctive glowing purple power armor. It was a Kang, but not just any Kang. This was Centurion, one of the three leaders of the council. He exuded an air of authority as he looked down upon the holographic entity.

"My lord, I bring news," LYLA spoke with a worshipping tone, her holographic form kneeling before her master.

Centurion regarded her with an inscrutable gaze. "Report."

"Peter Parker, the man responsible for killing the exiled one, has sent a warning to the Spider-Society," LYLA informed, her holographic projection displaying a sense of accomplishment.

"And what of this warning?" Kang inquired, his voice resonating with a sense of curiosity.

LYLA recounted the events in the Spider-Society, emphasizing her manipulation of Miguel O'Hara's suspicions against Peter Parker. She detailed how she sowed seeds of doubt, casting shadows in order to pit them against one another.

Centurions eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he processed the information. "Ah, the threads of destiny begin to weave a more intriguing tapestry. You have played your part well, LYLA. The discord you've sown within their ranks will serve our purpose."

LYLA's holographic form displayed a subtle but confident smile. "I live to serve, my lord."

Centurion nodded approvingly. "Continue to monitor the unfolding events. The chaos you've initiated will provide the perfect backdrop for what is to come."

As Centurion contemplated the ramifications of LYLA's machinations, the holographic entity bowed once more before fading away, leaving him to ponder the future drama, which he would most certainly enjoy.

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