A Living God Named Sparkles

Dr. Octopus was swiftly healed, and his personality gradually returned to its former state, resembling how he was before the machines took control.

With his bitter and angry past behind him, Dr. Octopus had transformed into a wholesome, kind, and friendly man that everyone loved. His recovery allowed him to engage in conversations with those around him, and Peter was no exception.

As they chatted, Tom Parker couldn't help but marvel at the profound change in Dr. Octopus. Gone was the once menacing and vengeful adversary, replaced by a compassionate and brilliant individual.

Amidst the newfound harmony, chaos erupted when Norman Osborn, unable to control his inner demons, succumbed to his Green Goblin persona once again. With a maniacal laugh, he unleashed havoc on the entire floor, terrorizing Tom and his aunt.

Meanwhile, Electro immediately seized the opportunity during the commotion and managed to lay his hands on the Arc Reactor, which could amplify his already formidable electrical abilities to unimaginable levels.

Peter sneaked into the half-destroyed lab room as Tom and Green Goblin fought outside. With Electro having already absconded with the powerful Arc Reactor, Peter knew he had no other option but to salvage whatever he could from the remaining equipment.

The lab was in disarray, with shattered glass and scattered scientific instruments strewn about. Ignoring the debris, Peter focused on finding any useful gadgets or materials that could aid him in the ongoing battle. He knew that every second counted, and he couldn't afford to waste any time.

As Peter inspected the room, he couldn't believe his luck.

'Sacrebleu!'

Among the remains in the lab, he had discovered the Stark Industries Fabricator – a cutting-edge product renowned for its remarkable capabilities, still intact despite the destruction.

The Fabricator's potential was immense. It boasted the ability to create powerful items, state-of-the-art uniforms, and advanced weaponry. All it required was a design or blueprint, and it could materialize almost anything with incredible precision and efficiency.

Excitement surged through Peter as he realized the endless possibilities that the Fabricator offered. To him, this was more valuable than an Arc Reactor.

As he hurried through the dust and ruins, he caught sight of Tom Parker and Green Goblin. Tom's gaze shifted toward Peter with an expression of hope but then he saw him fleeing with a tanning bee and a sense of betrayal began to creep onto Tom's expression.

Stopping in his tracks, Peter hesitated for a moment and the seemingly translucent bracelet on his hand fell on the ground and disappeared suddenly.

The corners of Peter's lips curled as he then leaped from the towering building. The cool breeze rushed past him, adding a sense of exhilaration to the moment. In his hand, he tightly held a key, a device of sorts, with a button on it.

With each passing second, the ground drew nearer, and his pulse quickened. It was time. His grip on the key tightened, and with a swift press of the button, a flurry of action was set into motion.

All the plastic in the nearby vicinity responded as if drawn by an invisible force. It gathered together with an almost magnetic pull, coming together to form a surreal scene.

Within mere seconds, the plastic materials coalesced and took shape, transforming into a fully functional bike. What was once discarded waste, now harmoniously aligned to create a means of transportation crafted entirely out of garbage.

The bike's frame, motor, and wheels were intricately woven together from various discarded plastic items that had once polluted the environment.

With deft hands, Peter inserted the key into the designated slot on the plastic bike's handlebar, activating its internal mechanisms.

In an instant, the bike came to life, its motor humming with an almost electrifying energy. With a determined expression on his face, he kicked off the ground, and the bike surged forward.

The city streets became a blur as he swiftly rode through them, navigating the bustling urban landscape with ease. The recycled plastic bike proved surprisingly nimble, effortlessly gliding along the pavement as if it had been purpose-built for this very moment.

In the distance, a flash of electric blue caught his eye, drawing him closer to Electro. With every twist and turn, he drew closer to the electric flash, ready to confront him.

Peter yanked the key from the plastic bike's handlebar, instantly halting its motion. As if responding to the sudden absence of the key's activating force, the bike disintegrated into its original form of recycled plastic.

With the bike gone, he leaped high into the air. In the blink of an eye, a shadowy blur streaked past and swept him up lifting him higher into the sky.

It was a raven! However it was no ordinary raven; instead, it was a lizard raven – a massive birb with pitch-black, dirty green feathers, and where its skin should be, scales adorned its body, giving it draconic features.

Peter gently petted the raven's skin and smiled at the monk mouse perched on top of it, deep in meditation. With a slight tug at the corner of his lips, he also caressed the mouse.

"Well done, Mr. Poopoo. Well done. I knew I could count on you."

Mr. Poopoo opened his eyes, and a sense of serene wisdom shone in his gaze, reflecting the depths of his inner calm.

His nod was not merely a casual gesture but carried an air of profound understanding, as if he possessed ancient knowledge beyond ordinary comprehension...

As they zoomed past buildings, Peter's eyes caught glimpses of electricity flashing through the constructions, a testament to Electro's potent powers.

The sight was both mesmerizing and somewhat unsettling. Finally, they arrived at an (Egghand)American Football stadium where Electro was stationed.

Turning his gaze upward, Electro's face contorted into an annoyed expression as he spoke, his voice tinged with frustration and arrogance,

"Why are you following me, weird cowboy Spider-Man? Do you want me to whoop your dimensional ass?"

Peter ignored Electro and hopped off the lizard raven, landing on the grassy field with agile precision. His lips curled up in determination as he reached into his kimono, extracting a concealed handle.

Gripping it firmly, he activated a switch, causing a mesmerizing luminescent red laser-like light to emanate from it.

Indeed, it was a real lightsaber! Peter had entrusted his rat army with a blueprint to craft this majestic beauty, and while it was still a work in progress, the fabricator he held in his hands would bring it to completion.

Electro's chuckle resonated with a mix of arrogance and defiance as he shook his head, his voice taking on a persecutory edgy tone.

"You think you can apprehend me, capture me, and take me back? How naive of you, Spider-Man from another world. I am beyond your reach, and you'll soon realize that challenging me was a grave mistake."

As Electro's eyes glowed with anticipation, he focused his powers on the lightsaber, attempting to absorb the electricity from it. However, his expression turned to confusion as he failed to achieve the desired effect. Peter smiled calmly, meeting Electro's puzzled gaze.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but this doesn't work on electricity," Peter explained, his voice steady. "It operates on the principle of nuclear fusion, a force beyond your electric domain."

Electro's face contorted into a horrified expression as he stared at Peter. Although Electro was not a science expert, he had basic knowledge, and it was enough to recognize the danger.

"You... you're crazy! You could blow yourself up, and perhaps even the entire city!"

In a fusion reaction, two light nuclei merge to form a single heavier nucleus. The process releases energy because the total mass of the resulting single nucleus is less than the mass of the two original nuclei.

Reactions like this, power the sun and other stars. It was not something that could be harnessed at this point. Many scientists worldwide are still working to harness the energy and lot create hydrogen bombs out of it.

Peter smiled confidently, knowing that in the world of MARVEL, his high IQ gave him an edge and the world was infamous for defying all laws of nature.

He had already harnessed a portion of the nuclear fusion reaction and had managed to deduce the complete knowledge of creating an artificial mini sun from Dr. Octopus.

After engaging him in numerous insightful discussions, Peter had unlocked the secrets he needed for his ambitious endeavor.

With the power of nuclear fusion and proper harnessing of it, Peter realized that he could enhance the artificial mini-sun even further.

This boundless energy could not only be utilized to create more potent weapons but also be channeled for the greater good, potentially revolutionizing human civilization. The possibilities were immense.

It was a game-changer.

Shaking his head, Peter glanced at Electro with a slight smile as he adorned his skeleton fox mask. With a carefree gesture, he tossed a coin into the air without even looking at the outcome.

"If I'm being honest," he said playfully, "I was betting on it not exploding in my face, and it seems I won that gamb-"

In an instant, Electro moved with lightning speed, reaching Peter as he blabbered, and forcefully slammed him into the ground.

The impact was tremendous, creating a massive hole as the grass, mud, and concrete were engulfed and displaced by the force of the collision.

As Electro looked down at the fallen cowboy samurai, a surge of electricity gathered around him, forming a crackling aura of white and blue. His frustration was evident in his voice as he spoke.

"Why are all Spider-Men so weak? And why are all scientists doing some freaky shit or the other?"

Giggles of laughter echoed from the gorge below, Peter lay in the debris-covered hole, his once immaculate kimono now in ruins. Despite the situation, a playful smirk formed on his face as he responded to Electro.

"It's rude to interrupt, you know, and Spider-Men are pretty damn strong. They just pull their punches. As for the scientist part... well, we are risk take-

Electro cracked his neck and shoulders, tilting his head as he interrupted,

"And? Who says that? Y-"

In an unexpected turn of events, a powerful punch sent Electro hurtling through the air as a massive green humanoid lizard beast struck him in the face.

The force of the blow sent him crashing into the ground, propelling him far away from the scene. The impact was significant, leaving Electro momentarily dazed and incapacitated by the surprise attack.

Peter gradually rose from the cracked ground, he brushed off the dust from his kimono. Turning his attention to the Lizard monster that bulldozed Electro, he noticed the creature bowing before him, a mix of reverence and fear evident in its posture.

With a kind smile that stretched the corners of his eyes into crescents, Peter looked at Connors through the broken mask. Gently patting the monster's green, bald head, he spoke in a soft, reassuring tone.

"Why, thank you, Connors. Were you following me from the sewers?"

The humanoid monster nodded, subtly pointing towards a distant sewer with its lid removed and affirmed respectfully.

"Yes, Lizard King,"

Peter smiled knowingly, ever since he found himself trapped in the prison dimension by Dr. Strange, he had been formulating his escape plan.

"Don't call me that; it sounds childish," he said with a hint of amusement. Upon sensing Connors' Lizard persona in the cage, Peter was already a step ahead, exerting mental control to guide the monster telepathically.

Connors responded obediently, acknowledging Peter's authority over him.

"As you wish, Lizard Lord."

Peter responded with a touch of exasperation,

"Don't call me that either,"

Connors, ever respectful, nodded in understanding, his lizard tail wagging like a dog's tail. "Your wish is my command, my liege," he said, emphasizing his willingness to comply with Peter's request.

With a sigh escaping his lips, Peter couldn't help but smile wryly at Connors' persistence.

"Sure, whatever,"

From the corner of his eyes, Peter noticed Electro rising to his feet, a gleam of rage in his eyes. The crackling of electricity intensified around him, and a startling transformation took place.

His skin began to peel, revealing a translucent blue hue, while a powerful Arc Reactor, reminiscent of Tony Stark's technology, emerged in the center of his chest.

As the gravity of the situation dawned on Peter, his heart sank, and he couldn't help but smile in the face of impending danger.

He now regretted antagonizing Electro and attempting to take him as a living specimen for experimentation, hoping to harness his electric energy.

'Heh. Why do I always do this to myself?' Peter lampooned.

As Electro's power surged to astonishing levels, he emitted an intense radiance that made it seem as though a star had become trapped on the living plains.

The dark stadium and the night sky swiftly transformed into a dazzling brightness, as his once blue translucent body turned pure white, contrasting with his previous African race skin.

In a voice that was both ominous and reminiscent of an eighth-grade syndrome child granted infinite power, Electro whispered with an air of malevolence.

Each word resonated like the toll of a death knell, sending shivers down Peter's spine.

"You didn't let me finish, but... I'll show you... I'll show all of you... a living god,"

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A/N: Hiii my cabbages!! Did you guys miss me??? STONE ME TO LIFE!!!