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Spider-Man, Hill, and Ironheart scurry back to the campfire in the woods. Spidey and Ironheart get there first.

On a pine branch, they wait. Hill straggles in many minutes later, aboard an experimental hovercraft. She acknowledges their admiring stares with disgust, as she sends the hovercraft away.

"For the record," she reminds them, "I don't have superpowers."

They acknowledge the campfire. Williams and Hill stare.

"Where's the attendant? Why isn't the fire spreading."

"It's not really a fire," Peter tells them. "It's an illusion concealing the Reality Stone."

"How do we get in?"

"We walk in."

Ironheart starts to take off; Hill raises her arm, and calls her off. "If the Six are in there, they might be plotting an ambush."

"Not as likely as they are changing reality as we know it," Peter reminds them. "And as far as I can tell, reality still feels familiar."

Williams chuckles. "If we were ants."

"Deseret is still the same," FRIDAY tells them, from Ironheart's suit. "Islam, Judaism, Afroasia and Jannah are all still strange concepts in Salt Lake City, that what my latest information can report."

"So either they're not here yet," Hill speculates, "or they're plotting to ambush us. But if they are," she looks at her two companions, "Mr. Parker might stand a better chance in there this time, now that we're here."

"They're all women," Peter reminds them. "But as far as savagery goes, they're some of the scariest I've met."

"We believe you," Hill says. "We've heard about what they've done...through the press, and through eavesdropping on SHIELD."

"Are they coming to help us? Are the West Coast Avengers?"

Williams scoffs.

"No one's promised anything. But either we do this, or we die trying. If we go in there, we might not come out alive. Riri, can you take us in there?"

Williams sighs. Her helmet materializes, and conceals her head. "Let's not waste time getting in there."

Ironheart levitates. Holding Hill in front of her and with Spider-Man on her back, she flies towards the fire. Once out of the treetop, Spider-Man leaps, and uses his wingsuit to travel the rest of the way. After that, everything becomes hazy to all three.

When the cloud rolls back, they've all been re-sized to normal. They look around. None of them are used to it. It seems being small took a bigger toll on all of them than it felt at the time.

Ahead, the steam factory is still there. And near them, by the front gate, a big sign that says STARK INDUSTRIES stands.

"Mr. Stark never told me about this," Hill gapes.

"Me neither," Williams confesses. "He was my mentor..."

"The experience and chagrin," Peter tells her, "were both mutual the first time I was here. And now that I'm back," he looks around in awe, "they still are..."

"Okay, take it all in," Hill urges. "We're here for the Reality Stone."

All three of them scream, as the Reality Stone appears from nowhere, and presents itself to them. Behind it, the factory has vanished. Around, it's darker now.

They stare at the Stone. The Stone alters its shape, imitates hands, and offers them to them, as if expecting to be clapped in irons.

"Riri," Hill mutters, "did you bring the jar?"

"How naive do you think I am, Ms. Hill?"

From a compartment in her suit, Williams fetches a high-tech jar. She holds it in her hand, and presses a lever on it down with her thumb. One destructively powerful billow at a time, the Reality Stone submits to its new prison. It's rather obedient, for an Infinity Stone...

Around, the dark red-lit curtain fades. The jar fills, and seals itself closed. There's bare earth where the campfire once burned perpetually. No Union soldier could've cleaned up better after his unit's fires.

"We gotta get this to West Coast Avengers HQ," Williams speculates. "Or better yet, SHIELD's protecting Peter's ex-aunt and ex-girlfriend a lot nearer by..."

"Sorry," a strange voice interrupts them, "but we regret to inform you all that the generator of our ex-husbands' vision is NOT up for grabs."

The Six have arrived. They've all assumed their normal sizes.

She-Vulture lands from the sky. Mystria lands, as a sphinx, and imagines herself into Achilles. Elektra emerges, as electricity, from the xylem in the pine trees, and materializes into herself, sais drawn. Sandgirl rolls across the ground around the trio, as sand grains, weaves herself into a sand sculpture, and materializes into herself. Huntress swings down from a tree she's in.

Dr. Octopussy descends, via her octopus prosthetics, from two trees she's in. She stops halfway, hangs from two of her prosthetics, and imitates dancing cobras with her other two.

"We've come too far and killed too many to fail," Oseku tells them. "Hard to say, but we're all PRETTY sure that you all know we're not bluffing." She nods at all three of them. "Am I right?"

Williams clutches the jar with the Reality Stone in her Ironheart gauntlet. Aside from that, neither she, Hill, nor Peter move a muscle.