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In a cleared patch of dry forest, an eternal campfire burns. According to local Mormon legend, it is the power source, consecrated by the Godhead, that provides all of Deseret with all the power it will ever need: past, present, future, alpha, and omega.

The fire is not what it seems. For one thing, Tony Stark invented...PART of it...

Around the fire, signs read "KEEP OUT." Most of these signs are appended with anti-trespassing passages from the Book of Mormon, of course. But if one were to ever trespass these lines, they'd be taken to a whole new reality. Its first name is "steam," and its last name is "punk."

Once near the fire, the world changes, and gets bigger...and redder, for a time. Once the red clears, however, there's a whole new sight to behold.

It's a steam factory. Its many chimneys expel the excess team, from its massive rooftop.

That isn't steam coming from its chimneys. It is...but it isn't. All around the reality's fluid boundaries, portals open, and transport the steam clouds away. Throughout Deseret, any committed Mormon who genuinely believes in the cause will receive these clouds, and their families will have the energy they need to get through their days.

The front entrance of the factory bears the name "STARK INDUSTRIES." Far from the front door, there is also a sign that reads the same label.

Outside, Spider-Man swings towards the campfire, thinking that it's attended to. He perches on a pine limb, and stares at it, confused.

He looks around. There don't seem to be any people around. He would call for one...except they wouldn't hear him. He glides to the ground, and ventures towards it...

He's swept away, and dizzied, by the illusion that lies beyond the "KEEP OUT" signs. He's crept out at this point, and panics.

The illusion settles, and he sees the steam factory. He falls over, and vomits.

He stands, and takes off his mask. He looks at the sign nearby. He looks down, and up. He's his normal size.

But now he's confused. He always knew that Mr. Stark was ahead of his time...but this seems advanced even for him...

Peter follows the path to the front door. The factory's walls are tall; he's still not used to being back to his normal size.

Across the front lot, grains of sand trickle. On the factory roof, a creepy-looking buzzard appears to perch. Peter's being watched...and not just by two pairs of eyes, either.

Peter expects the front door to be locked. Surprisingly, the front door vanishes the instant he sets foot on the landing. Confused, he walks in. Behind him, and invisible person deviously joins him.

Peter's surprised to find only one room inside the huge factory. It's filled with red smoke, steam, and shadows. He holds his breath...only to find out he can breathe. Never in his life has he...

A red light glows, in the center of it all. Peter fans away the billows, and creeps towards it.

The last billow recedes. And Peter sees what's at the factory's center. It's an Infinity Stone. More specifically, it's the Reality Stone.

"Congrats, Spider-Man. You've located the heart of our scheme!"

Slowly, Peter turns around. He's surrounded by six foreign girls. They're all in armored bras and chain-mail panties. One has cybernetic wings. One has a crossbow, and hunting knives in scabbards on her belt. One has dual sais hanging from hers.

One has prosthetic tentacles radiating from her back. She advances towards him.

"Who are you," Peter muses.

"Once, we were wives," Dr. Octopussy begins. "Our husbands were men of vision. For their visions, they were exiled by our land's masters...and their great harems-jewels that once turned every head in Afroasia-were disbanded. Now we are all but abandoned divorcees...all alone, to ensure that our husbands' legacies WILL be realized...one way or another, even if we have to forge them on another continent."

"What are you talking about?" Peter points at the invisible girl, lurking in the shadows. "Didn't you attack my uncle's widow? And you," he points at the girl with the wings. "You killed the host at the pizzeria! Why..." Peter blinks. "Was he one of your husbands?"

"Ah, very good, Spider-Man," Dr. Octopussy commends him. "You aren't such a teenage mind after all."

"You all seem kind of young to be such an old man's wife."

She-Vulture scoffs. "Poor kid. He doesn't know a damn thing about our world."

"I see you're confused." Dr. Octopussy waves her arm around the place. "Allow me to make minimal use of the Reality Stone. It is an Infinity Stone; if I use too much of it, I might kill myself."

All around, the billows roll. Nearby, an illusion materializes. It's of a city in Afroasia. As Dr. Octopussy narrates the story, the illusion shows it to Peter.

"Our six husbands were imams and rabbis. They inspired the Caliph. They didn't always marry for love...but they always married for glamour. We were the shiniest in the Great Jewelry Box. All who beheld us loved us. We would've shamed the harems of King Solomon of Israel.

"Our husbands wanted to transform Afroasia. They wanted all and everyone in Afroasia to be like us. They couldn't stand evil, as Afroasians knew it. They dreamt of a world where all evil was expelled outside the countries borders, while good brewed, bred, and erected works of goodness for as long as there were Afroasians to uphold the magnificent banner with glamour and reverence.

"But for some reason, the Caliph liked Afroasia the way it was. He branded them heretics, and appropriated their property...and their harems. Not...that we didn't enjoy the mighty Caliph's company. He was rich in a way that, for a time, actually made me and my peeps want to stay in his seraglio more than we ever did in our...semi-straight husbands."

All around Dr. Octopussy, the other girls giggle, and/or subtly snicker. Sandgirl only sighs. Mystria hides her face...as she always did in public under the Caliph's rule.

"There were officials in the capital who wanted our husbands executed for treason. But the Caliph valued them too much. So he trusted his secret servants to exile them...and he didn't tell anyone where or how. There was widespread protest across the land...but then it died, as soon as everyone came to realize that the Caliph's mind couldn't be petitioned...as can't Allah's."

Huntress and She-Vulture clear their throats.

"Or Yahweh's," Dr. Octopussy adds, to accommodate for the two Hebrews in her team's ranks. Not that it's relevant, but they both suck at brewing coffee...

"We got to stay with the Caliph for a while," Dr. Octopussy continued. "We had less space, but at least we were in the company of a man who couldn't fail us if he tried. But we were bad girls. We pushed him to order Afroasia's women to stop wearing veils, start wearing short skirts, and make the sale of puppies, pork, and booze legal. And for that, he imprisoned all of us. And if not for the beautiful minds of myself and the SheVulture, we all would've met our terminal ends by the following sunrise.

"And now, we are outlaw women...doomed to roam the land and scrounge a living off of the infidel and gentile proletariat. Our old lives are always within reach...but never as real as they could've been...had our Afroasian motherland been more receptive to our great ex-husbands' vision."

With that, the illusion rolls away. And the inside of the factory is, once again, plunged into red-stained dimly-lit darkness.

"We are here," Dr. Octopussy continues, "to finish what our ex-husbands started. We didn't always like them, or love them...but hot damn if she sure didn't love their vision. One way or another, we WILL materialize it. And Afroasia is not an option.

"This steam plant, on the other hand, has the perfect seed. And when the seed interacts with our ex-husbands' vision, Deseret will soon have everything Afroasia once blindly rejected for itself." She shrugs. "Sure, we'll have to force a lot of Mormons to convert to Islam and Judaism...as well as force a lot of white people to become Afroasians...but hey; at least we're not plotting to KILL them, right?"

"But you're doing this without the Mormons' consent," Peter reminds them. "They might be American fugitives, but at least they like themselves the way they are."

"Can you be sure of that? Do you really think the Mormons would ever be bold enough to give up polygamy, if it meant living in peace with the monogamous American majority?"

"I don't know. But what you're doing is tantamount to rape!"

Dr. Octopussy scoffs, and straightens her chrome bra. "Do we look like male supremacists to you?"

All around, the other girls snicker.

"But fortunately for your concern, Spider-Man, we don't yet have everything we need to get started. THAT'S what our ex-husbands' blood is for."

Peter gives them a confused look.

"Our ex-husbands are the inventors of their vision. Therefore, without their blood, we risk abusing the vision for ourselves."

Peter scoffs. "You're already abusing it; by forcing the Mormons to take it against their wills."

"Well...it's not like your precious Uncle Sam would cry if all the Mormons in Deseret died from being test subjects in an experiment, right? Last I checked, the Republicans in Washington want Deseret for America's own...'Manifest Destiny,' I do believe they call American imperialism these days?"

"The Mormons might be weird, but they're also humans," Peter reminds them. "Take it from someone who knows."

"Oh Spidey, as cute as you are, and as fun as you are to flirt with, me and my sisters in crime have got a vision to materialize. And if you're not going to become our seventh sister, then you are officially an obstacle we must deal with."

With that, She-Vulture puts on her goggles, and spreads her wings. All around, sand trickles across the floor...towards Peter. Huntress loads a bolt into her crossbow. Elektra draws her two sais, and electrifies them.

"Now, Spider-Boy," Dr. Octopussy spreads her prosthetic tentacles, "how may we terminally relieve you?"

Spider-Man looks around. She shoots a webbed net over Elektra, pinning her. She loses her sais. He shoots webbed nets at them too, pinning them to the wall, far from their owner.

She-Vulture dives. Spider-Man dodges Dr. Octopussy's tentacles, as she tries to impale him with them. Spider-Man shoots a web onto her shades, blinding her. He glides over her, and hits her in the head, knocking her down.

With the crossbow, Huntress shoots at him, as he glides in midair. While airborne, Spider-Man uses his reflexes to dodge the bolts.

In midair, She-Vulture swoops, grabs Spider-Man, and takes him outside. She smashes a window while doing so.

She-Vulture, with Spider-Man bound tightly in her clutches, rides a thermal in rising circles, beneath a red-stained-bottomed cloud aloft. They ascend higher, and higher, and higher...

Spider-Man shakes loose, again, and starts falling. He engages the wingsuit in his suit, and glides towards the roof...

He's snatched in midair-by a giantess's hand. Mystria is now a fifty-foot amazon, and she's got him pinched between her fingers, like a bug. Between her thumb and index finger, she crushes him. It hurts...but as this is an illusion, Spider-Man both can and can't feel the pain.

She throws him to the ground, and stomps on him. She wiggles the heel of her foot from side to side, trying to smear Spider-Man all over the pavement. Spider-Man is having such a hard time breathing, he's surprised he hasn't woken up. But then he remembers he's not asleep...

At last, Mystria raises her foot, and kicks Spider-Man across the pavement. He's greeted by a huge sand-made mace, which hammers him from above.

Sandgirl, too, has become a giantess. She's not much smaller than Mystria...but at least she looks hotter than She-Thing...

Mystria kicks Sandgirl away, and tries to go after Spider-Man on her own. A grappling match results; Sandgirl and Mystria both fall over-creating a brief tremor while doing so-and grapple one another like dual amazons-one sandy, and one human-like...

Peter runs. Behind him, the Sacrilegious Six chase him. He can't outrun them. He trips, rolls over, and gapes up at them.

The Six stop. Dr. Octopussy crawls to the front of the ranks, and advances on a subtly-backing and prone Spider-Man...

"You're at our mercy now, Spider-Man," she hisses. "Prepare to meet your end, at the feminine-yet-mighty hands of the Sacrilegious Six!"

Spider-Man remembers the Reality Stone. Tapping into its power, he shrinks to the size of a mite.

The Six gape, confused. Angry, Elektra shoots Mystria with an electric blast.

"Don't blame me," Mystria demands. "I didn't shrink him this time! He must've exploited the Reality Stone!"

"Well exploit it back," She-Vulture hisses. "Make him big enough for us to kill without missing!"

Mystria sighs, and tries to re-enlarge Spider-Man. Too late; he's already outside the campfire, and retreating.

"He's gone," Mystria reports. "The Reality Stone is suppressing my powers."

"Damn you," Dr. Octopussy growls, "Spider-Man!" All around her, the Sacrilegious Six scream in rage.