Marvel’s Spider-Man: Across the Multiverse

The first instinct? Call for backup.

Get Pterosaur Norman to come over and take his little underling—wait, no, little sister—himself.

Despite being only slightly larger than the Alloraptors, Norman possessed immense strength, weighing at least several hundred tons—far more terrifying than Peter.

However, Peter had a Vibranium battle suit, making him virtually indestructible. No matter how strong Norman was, if he couldn't break through Peter's defenses, he had no way to deal with him.

Besides, Peter was far more agile. He could easily exploit Norman's weaknesses and subdue him.

Most importantly, Norman suffered from quantum collapse syndrome and relied on Peter's quantum energy for survival. Without it, he could very well die.

Whether he liked it or not, he had to comply.

The problem was that Norman was still on the other side of the city, with an entire bustling district in between.

Even if he left immediately, he wouldn't make it in time.

Or rather—there wasn't enough time to make it!

Still, Peter sent the call.

Because in the distance, shadows of several ships had begun appearing on the river.

Warships.

Peter wasn't surprised to see naval vessels nearby.

New York was essentially a peninsula, and the inland sea strait beneath his feet was directly connected to the Atlantic Ocean.

A fleet was permanently stationed there.

What surprised him was how fast they had arrived.

That could only mean one thing.

Clearly, these warships were the true escort for the Alloraptors. They had likely held back to avoid unnecessary trouble, as sailing warships too close to the city might cause panic. That's why only transport ships had been dispatched initially.

But now, with Peter's intervention, they had no choice but to act.

Seeing these modern war machines—arguably the strongest combat units of contemporary warfare—gave Peter a headache.

Each warship carried naval soldiers, heavy artillery, and rotary cannons, all capable of turning the tide of a small-scale battle.

"Do they really need all this just to deal with me?" Peter thought, feeling exasperated.

In another world, he had fought to protect it.

In this world? He was being hunted by the military.

Wait—actually, he had been hunted in that world, too.

"So… I really am not the good guy, huh?"

"Toomes, go pick up Gwen. Then tell your big guy we need to retreat. Make sure he brings his little ones, too!" Peter spoke into his earpiece.

"Got it, boss!" Vulture's voice crackled through the earpiece.

"Peter, what's going on?" Gwen asked, confused.

"Sorry, Gwen, but we need to get out of here!"

Vibranium spider legs extended from Peter's back as he spoke, his tone relaxed, even amused.

He had learned to find humor in adversity.

"Oh, great! No more school!" Gwen was silent for a moment before suddenly cheering with excitement.

Peter: ?

"Don't worry, we'll check out another world. Maybe you can continue school there?"

Gwen: ?

Clang! Clang! Clang!

With several strikes from his Vibranium spider legs, even the thick steel bars of the cage couldn't hold up for long.

In moments, Peter had dismantled an entire side of the frame.

"Do not let him take the dinosaurs! New orders—eliminate the attacker! Eliminate the dinosaurs! Permission to fire! Open fire at will!"

At that moment, a long-overdue command finally reached the scene.

After an intense debate, even those who coveted the prehistoric creatures' secrets and the immense value they held had no choice but to compromise.

"I just hope that after those dinosaurs are killed, their remains still hold some research value!"

As the order was given, several warships swiftly closed in.

At the same time, from a distant aircraft carrier, multiple fighter jets took off one after another, speeding toward the location.

Meanwhile—

After removing one side of the containment frame, Peter carefully dragged the slumbering Allosaurus, Yoya, out of it bit by bit.

Not far from him, inside the captain's cabin of the very same transport ship, a group of high-ranking individuals watched Peter's actions with a mix of awe and trepidation.

"My God, is this guy a T-Rex in human skin?"

"I bet that's not an exoskeleton—it's a war machine!"

"Impossible! If it were a robot, the structure of those arms wouldn't allow for such immense strength!"

"He must be hiding many secrets. I believe his value far exceeds that of these dinosaurs! I suggest we capture him alive!" one of them proposed.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he realized everyone around him was staring at him as if he were an absolute fool.

Annoyed, he snapped, "What? Am I wrong?"

One person, exasperated, replied, "Oh, you're absolutely right. We all can see that. But tell me, how exactly do you plan to capture him? You saw the defense of his exoskeleton—bullets have no effect on him! You also saw his strength—one punch from him nearly shook this entire transport ship! So, what are we supposed to use to catch him? Your peanut-sized brain? Or that mouth of yours, which stays stubborn even when fully cooked?"

A round of mockery left the man red-faced with embarrassment.

Knock, knock, knock.

As they argued, a sudden knocking sound came from the front window of the captain's cabin.

A figure clad in a red-and-blue battle suit had appeared outside, the metallic sheen of the armor reflecting a cold glint, still carrying the scent of smoke and gunpowder. Through the visor, a pair of icy eyes seemed to scan every person inside the cabin.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on a movie—the entire room fell into dead silence. No one dared to move, not even to breathe too loudly.

Peter furrowed his brows, clenched his fist, and—

Boom!

A single punch shattered the bulletproof glass.

"Oh, my bad—I should've used the door," Peter's voice drifted into the cabin through the shattered window.

Without waiting for their reactions, he actually walked over to the door.

Ironically, the door had an even higher defense rating.

A certified blast-proof door.

Bang!

Bang!

A series of pounding knocks echoed.

By the fourth hit, the entire door was sent flying inward.

For a brief moment, the lighting in the captain's cabin seemed to dim.

"So, does anyone feel like introducing themselves? I'd love to get to know you all." Peter smiled.

He hadn't originally intended to bother with these people, assuming they were just transport personnel with little value.

However, just moments ago, the AI system in his battle suit intercepted a communication signal. The order within stated that no one should open fire on the transport ship until both Peter and the Allosaurus had left.

That gave Peter an idea.

Wasn't that practically an admission that some important figures were on board?

Heh, well now—what a perfect set of hostages.

(End of Chapter)

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