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I woke up floating in the air, my spider-sense buzzing rapidly. "What the fuck? When'd I get the power to fly?" I questioned before spotting Hanz. "Oh, you're here. Mind explaining to me why I'm flying? Is this something to do with your tech?" I ask as I begin moving up and down quickly, thankfully my body doesn't get thrown up from stuff like this as often, probably a chance to let me pull off all those flips and stuff without throwing up in my mask.

Then I drop to the floor, landing on it with unsteady legs. "So… anyone gonna explain why I just started floating? Also Hanz, this is Mysterio, he's really cool! You should hire him! He's a smart dude, like you!" I tell him as I wrap an arm around my best buddy.

''You were under my telekinetic hold. I could've crushed you like a tin can. I have telekinetic related powers, to the point I can lift things heavier than a truck without serious effort though.'' He glared at me, ''But forget that, do you have the slightest idea of how worried I was when your suit's GPS simply disappeared? And then a week later you appear, of all places, New fucking Jersey, with the most unexpected explanation of as to how you got here!'" I raise my hands and grin, "Hey, in my defense, I got teleported by multiversal science stuff. Also catch!" I yell, pulling out the bullet that shot me, covered in some dried blood before throwing it. Hanz easily catches as the bullet gets enveloped in a purple glow before slowly floating into his hands, he narrowed his eyes at it.

"It's from some alternate earth. I got shot there. Don't worry though, I'm just fine. Probably. My healing factor should prevent diseases right?" Hanz takes a deep breath, glares at me before looking at Mysterio and then back at me.

''Considering that I am practically your doctor, a bullet wound shouldn't kill you if properly treated. You did treat it, right?" I nod at his question, "Yup, had alcohol applied to the injury and the bullet was removed. The thing's already healed so it shouldn't get infected. Probably. Unless I get multiversal germs." That would suck ass.

''That is an actual concern, assuming you aren't making that story up. We can do a few lab tests when we get back to New York. I assume that he already knows about you? You're talking quite freely after all.'' Hanz questions as he points at Mysterio who was awkwardly standing a few feet away from us.

"Uh, he knows that I'm like Spider-Man, not like my other half you know?" I whisper, leaning forward to make sure we can't be overheard. "Also like we could do like a quick patrol around New Jersey you know? To like, get the word out about Spider-Man." Hanz sighs painfully.

''Good to know I just showcased my powers for no reason. Though it was cathartic to have you shaken up. As for New Jersey they have strict laws against vigilantism and the population doesn't like heroes. So, no. We aren't doing a patrol. I have things to do, and I need you back in New York. Your family isn't as worried as they would be, but I can only say that you are staying at my house for so long." He said with his arms crossed and looking grumpy.

I clasp my hands together, "Fine, I'll come back to New York if you agree to hire Mysterio. Or whatever his name was. Mysterio, what was your real name?" I called the fishbowl headed man.

"Quentin Beck! Also known as the great illusionist, Mysterrrrioooo!" He shouts in a theatrical voice. I clap my hands politely. ''Oh no, another theater kid.'' Hanz murmurs before he massages his temples. ''Do you know actual magic or is that just a title?'' He asks Mysterio. I smack Hanz in the shoulder, "Dude you're a theater kid too. Nerd." He just side glared at me.

Mysterio coughs, "I don't know magic but I'm extremely talented! I've come up with a formula for a type of aerosolic hallucinogen that can create vivid hallucinations to the point one can't tell what's real and what isn't." I nod, "Yup. I got hit with a bit of that stuff and my spidey-sense was the only thing keeping me from throwing hands with a brick wall."

''You would've done it even if your senses told you not to.'' He murmurs before he clears his throat loudly, ''Well, I can't just believe word of mouth. So I'll need a resume and an actual sample of your aerosol hallucinogen to test its veracity. But I assure you that Neumond's R&D would be more than willing to hire a talented Chemist. As long as you don't have an inexcusable criminal record.'' He said in a professional business tone before he turned to face me. ''You. Get in the car. Let the adults talk to themselves.'' He snickered to himself.

I smack him in the back of the head, which did nothing besides cause a purple barrier to form, blocking my hit, "Fuck you too. Keep on insulting me and I'm gonna do something evil. Like… I dunno, cover your house in toilet paper? Steal your favorite books? I can't really think of any evil plots to pull. Also, fuck you again. Just cause." I mutter as I step into the car, enjoying the air conditioning. "Maybe I could fuck up your robot dogs and stuff. Though you can just replace the mechanical fucks." I look out the window at the disgusting lands of New Jersey.

Fuck New Jersey, no goth girls, laws against superheroes and a swamp. It's like god saw Florida and was like, "I could make it worse!" And then he did. By 600 times. I grab a soda from the back and gulp it down, enjoying the taste of it after having fought Mysterio and solved a multiversal crisis. That sort of stuff tuckered you out, you know? Anyways, we made it back home after like, a few hours or so, I dunno, time was wonky right now and I passed out thrice. Must be an allergic reaction to Hanz and his dweebiness.