Chapter 30: Invitations of Consequence

Inside the opulent office of Oscorp, Norman Osborn sat at his desk, flanked by the dark figures of the Dark Avengers. Moonstone lounged on a nearby couch, Bullseye leaned against a wall playing with a knife, Venom sat silently in a corner, and Daken stood near the window, looking out over the city. The atmosphere was tense, each member awaiting orders or the next big move.

Norman held an envelope in his hands, his expression a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. He opened the letter, reading its contents carefully.

"Dear Norman Osborn, I request your presence at my laboratory for a matter of great importance. It concerns your health issues, which I believe I can resolve. Your immediate attention to this matter is advised. — Peter Parker"

Norman read the letter twice, then set it down with a thoughtful look.

Moonstone raised an eyebrow. "What's that about?"

Norman looked up, his eyes glinting with interest. "A letter from Peter Parker. He claims he can help with certain... health issues I've been dealing with."

Bullseye tilted his head. "You think he's serious?"

Norman's lips curled into a smirk. "Peter Parker is not one to make idle claims. If he says he can help, it's worth considering."

Venom's voice rumbled from the corner. "Do you trust him?"

Norman nodded. "Peter Parker has always been resourceful and determined. If he believes he can solve this, then I am inclined to believe him."

Daken shrugged. "If you go, we'll go with you. Just in case."

Norman glanced around at his team, weighing his options. "Very well. We'll proceed with caution. If Parker has something valuable to offer, I intend to find out what it is."

Bullseye smirked. "This could be interesting. Parker's not one to mess around."

Moonstone looked thoughtful. "He's always been one of the smartest minds out there. If he's offering help, it might be genuine."

Venom nodded. "Still, we should be prepared for anything. We can't afford to let our guard down."

Norman agreed. "Indeed. Let's see what Parker has up his sleeve. If nothing else, it will be a valuable opportunity to gauge his intentions."

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In the throne room of Castle Doom, the air was thick with tension and power. Doctor Doom, the monarch of Latveria, sat on his ornate throne, his eyes scanning a letter held by his iron-clad fingers.

"Dear Victor von Doom, I request your presence at my laboratory for a matter of great importance. It concerns your health issues, which I believe I can resolve. Your immediate attention to this matter is advised. — Peter Parker"

Doom's expression remained impassive, though a spark of interest flickered in his eyes. He had anticipated this. Parker had given him his card before, suggesting such a meeting might occur.

He folded the letter with deliberate care and set it aside. "So, Parker, you believe you can solve my problems. We shall see."

He rose from his throne, his cape flowing behind him as he strode out of the throne room. His mind was already considering the possibilities, the potential advantages and traps. Parker was clever, but so was Doom. This meeting would be... enlightening.

Doom summoned his trusted advisors and relayed the contents of the letter to them. "Peter Parker has offered his assistance with certain issues I have been facing. We will engage with him, but remain vigilant. Parker is not to be underestimated."

One of the advisors nodded. "Shall we prepare for any contingencies, Lord Doom?"

Doom's voice was firm. "Yes. While Parker's intentions might be genuine, we cannot afford to be caught off guard. Ensure that all precautions are taken."

As the advisors dispersed to carry out his orders, Doom allowed himself a moment of contemplation. Parker's offer was intriguing, and if it proved beneficial, it could change many things. But Doom would not lower his guard. Not for anyone.

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At the Thunderbolt Base, General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross stood in his office, speaking on the phone with Peter Parker.

"General Ross, I believe I can help stabilize your Hulk form. Additionally, I require certain individuals from the Sinister Seventeen for a project I am working on. I will send the details of who exactly I need."

Ross's voice was firm and respectful. "Peter, I've seen what you can do. If you say you can help, I trust you. I'll see what I can do about the Sinister Seventeen."

Peter's voice was calm and assured. "Thank you, General. This is about helping you and dealing with some of the most dangerous criminals effectively."

Ross nodded. "I understand, Peter. I'll arrange it. Let's get this done."

The call ended, and Ross turned to the Thunderbolts assembled in the room. Betty Ross, his daughter, looked concerned.

"Father, are you sure about this? Let me come with you."

Ross shook his head. "No, Betty. This is dangerous enough without you getting involved. Parker claims he can help, and I need to see if he's telling the truth."

Betty's voice was firm. "I don't like the idea of you going alone. You know how unpredictable these things can be."

Ross sighed. "I know, but this is something I need to do. I'll take the team with me. We'll be prepared for anything."

Taskmaster, standing nearby, nodded. "We'll have your back, General."

Ross gave a curt nod. "Good. Now let's get moving. We have work to do."

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Ross picked up the phone again, this time calling the NYPD. Captain George Stacy answered, his voice wary.

"General Ross, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Ross's voice was authoritative. "Captain Stacy, I need custody of certain members of the Sinister Seventeen. It's a matter of national security."

Stacy's voice was tense. "General, you know these are dangerous criminals. What exactly do you need them for?"

Ross's tone was firm. "That's classified, Captain. I have the authority, and this is non-negotiable."

Stacy sighed. "Alright, General. But this better not come back to haunt us."

Ross nodded. "It won't. Just make sure they're ready for transfer."

After the call ended, George Stacy turned to Yuri Watanabe and Greer Nelson, who were in his office.

Yuri looked concerned. "What's going on, Captain?"

Stacy rubbed his temples. "Ross is pulling some strings. He needs some of the Sinister Seventeen for a classified mission. I don't like it, but orders are orders."

Greer (Tigra) , frowned. "We're already spread thin trying to find Peter. Now this?"

Stacy nodded. "I know, but we don't have a choice. Just make sure the transfer goes smoothly. We'll deal with the fallout later."

Yuri's eyes narrowed. "This isn't sitting right with me. Peter's been acting strange, and now this? We need to get to the bottom of it."

Greer sighed. "Agreed. But for now, let's focus on getting those criminals ready for transfer. We'll figure out the rest later."

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Meanwhile, inside his lab, Peter Parker was busy preparing cures and solutions for those he had promised to help. The lab was filled with advanced equipment, vials of various substances, and detailed notes scattered across tables.

In his mind, the voices of his other personalities echoed.

Jason Todd's voice was curious. *"So, you're really going through with this? Helping Osborn, Doom, and Ross?"*

Peter's voice was determined. *"Yes. They all have issues that need solving, and I can help. It's not just about them. It's about preventing future chaos."*

Ben Tennyson's voice was supportive. *"It's a big risk, Pete, but it's worth it if you can pull it off."*

Peter nodded. *"I know. I have to try."*

Goku's voice was optimistic. *"You've got this, Peter. Just stay true to yourself."*

Peter smiled. *"Thanks, Goku. I will."*

Natsu's voice was eager. *"And remember, we're here to back you up if things go south."*

Peter's resolve strengthened. *"I know. Let's make this happen."*

Issei chimed in. *"You're doing something great, Peter. Just remember why you're doing it."*

Peter replied, *"I won't forget. This is for the greater good."*

Garou's voice was gruff but encouraging. *"You've got the strength and the smarts. Just don't lose sight of who you are."*

Peter took a deep breath, looking at the vials and notes before him. *"I won't. Let's get to work."*

With renewed determination, Peter continued his work, preparing for the monumental task ahead. The future was uncertain, but he was ready to face it head-on.

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