372 C372 Into the Spider-Verse!

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Lei Kung, the Thunderer, stood at the entrance of the main gate, his weathered face etched with a mixture of awe and gratitude. The other elders of K'un-Lun stood beside him, their expressions a blend of respect and caution.

They had gathered to bid farewell to the formidable warrior who had bested Shou-Lao and brought about an unexpected truce between their ancient city and the Hand.

Peter approached the elders, his demeanor friendly and casual. The power that had once instilled fear in their hearts now seemed to disappear, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding.

"I appreciate all of you gathering here," Peter began, his voice carrying a sense of sincerity. "I believe this agreement will be a step towards peace. And perhaps, cooperation sometime in the future."

Lei Kung, his eyes filled with a mix of reverence and caution, nodded solemnly. "Indeed, you have proven your strength and your intentions. We shall honor this agreement and meet again in 15 years when the gate of K'un-Lun reopens."

Peter smiled under his mask, a spark of hope igniting within him. "I look forward to that day. Until then, I'll ensure the Hand respects this truce."

The elders exchanged glances, their weathered faces showing a flicker of doubt mixed with a newfound sense of trust. They had come to understand that Peter was not their enemy, but a force that could bring about change and balance.

Before leaving, Peter turned to Lei Kung. "Oh, yeah. When Shou Lao wakes up, tell him that I'll visit whenever I have some free time. He owes me a few favors and my daughter will no doubt want to meet a real live dragon..." He said, receiving a stunned nod in return.

As Peter walked off, a familiar voice called out from behind him. "Wait!"

He turned to find Danny Rand, the Iron Fist, standing a few feet away. With Lei Kung and Peter backing him, Danny had been officially pardoned for his crimes against K'un-Lun and released from prison.

"Hey." Peter greeted him with a nod.

Danny stepped up, a noticeable frown on his face. "I just... I wanted to say I'm sorry for attacking you and-" He began to apologize but Peter raised his hand to stop him.

"It's alright, don't worry about it. We're cool." Peter shrugged it off with ease. "Are you ready to leave? I can take you back with me." He offered.

Danny hesitated, his gaze drifting back to the city he had once sworn to protect. "I...I don't know if I can let them down again."

Peter nodded understandingly. "It's a tough decision, Danny. But remember, you're not alone. I'm here for you. Just remember to come visit if you end up leaving, okay?"

Danny smiled faintly, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you. I think I need some time to figure things out. But I'll catch up with you soon."

With a nod, Peter bid Danny farewell and waved his hand, opening a golden portal before stepping inside, leaving a conflicted Iron Fist behind.


The wind whispered through the rocky peaks of K'un-Lun as Danny Rand stood alone near the entrance of the main gate.

His gaze was fixed on the path down the mountain, a mix of uncertainty and longing etched on his face.

Suddenly, a single set of footsteps could be heard, marching his way from the city. Turning around, Danny let out a small smile before turning back to watch the path.

Lei Kung, approached him, his steps filled with the weight of wisdom and understanding.

"Danny," Lei Kung called out gently, his voice carrying the depth of a thousand years. "I sensed the turmoil in your heart, my son. You wish to leave, do you not?"

Danny turned to face the Elder, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and yearning. "I... I thought about it. This place has been my home for so long, my purpose. But after everything that's happened, I don't know where I fit in anymore."

Lei Kung placed a hand on Danny's shoulder, his touch firm yet comforting. "It's understandable, Danny. Change is a force that shapes us all, and sometimes it demands that we find a new path. You need to do what feels right for you."

Danny's brows furrowed as he struggled to find his words. "But what about my responsibilities? The people of K'un-Lun, the legacy of the Iron Fist... I feel like I'm abandoning them... again."

Lei Kung's eyes softened with a profound understanding. "Danny, your heart is filled with compassion and a desire to protect. But remember, true strength lies in honoring your own journey and finding your own purpose. You have the right to forge your own destiny."

Danny's gaze met Lei Kung's, tears glistening in his eyes. "But I don't want to disappoint you or let anyone down."

Although the Hand wasn't a threat anymore and the gate would close in about a month, there are still many elders and citizens who would rather keep the Iron Fist in K'un-Lun, forever guarding its gate.

Lei Kung smiled, a paternal warmth emanating from him. "You could never disappoint me, my son. I have watched you grow from a lost child into a formidable warrior. Your heart is pure, and I trust that you will make the right choices."

Danny's voice trembled with emotion. "Thank you..."

Lei Kung squeezed Danny's shoulder gently, his voice filled with unwavering belief. "Go, Danny. Explore the world beyond K'un-Lun, seek your own truth, and discover where your path leads. I will always be here for you, no matter where life takes you."

Danny nodded, a mixture of gratitude and determination shining in his eyes. "I'll make you proud, I promise."

Lei Kung's smile deepened, pride radiating from his weathered face. "You already have, my son."

When Danny turned to leave, Lei Kung watched him with a blend of affection and admiration.

And as the echoes of Danny's footsteps faded into the distance, Lei Kung stood alone in the shadow of the gate, his heart filled with hope and a sense of peace.


Marching down the mountain on foot, Danny let out a tired sigh. "I should've left with Spider-Man..."


Peter returned home after a long and eventful day, his body still tingling with the remnants of the Red Hulks' power.

The city's skyline twinkled in the distance as he silently made his way through the darkened household, careful not to disturb the peaceful slumber that enveloped his home.

He peeked into Lily's bedroom, a soft smile playing on his lips as he saw his daughter sleeping soundly.

With a sense of relief and contentment, Peter headed towards the bathroom, intending to wash off the grime and sweat of his battles.

He stepped inside the tiled space, swiftly removing his clothes, the warm glow of the lights creating a serene atmosphere.

As he turned on the faucet, the water cascaded down, providing a soothing rhythm.

Lost in his thoughts, Peter stepped into the shower and absentmindedly grabbed a bar of soap, lathering it all over his body.

But just as he lifted his gaze, preparing to rinse off, his eyes widened in astonishment.

Above him, on the ceiling, a glitching gooey portal appeared, shimmering with hues of pink, purple, white, and black.

The bathroom was suddenly bathed in an otherworldly light as the portal expanded, captivating Peter's attention.

Drops of water splashed onto the tiled floor, forgotten, as he stood there, frozen in place. His mind raced with questions and uncertainties, his heart pounding in his chest.

"What... What is this?" Peter muttered, his voice shocked, his senses on high alert.

Before he could react, the portal seemed to reach out, its ethereal fingers stretching toward him.

In a swift, unexpected motion, the portal engulfed Peter, swallowing him whole.

The bar of soap slipped from his fingers, clattering against the bathroom tiles as the portal closed behind him, leaving no trace of its existence.

On the other side of the mysterious portal, Peter found himself standing at the edge of a rooftop. His eyes widened in shock as he realized where he was.

The vibrant lights of Times Square danced around him, illuminating the night sky. And there he stood, completely naked, the cool breeze touching his bare skin.

Peter's gaze darted around, his mind scrambling to comprehend what had just happened.

He instinctively covered himself, feeling the chilly wind of New York City on his nether region. "What... How did I... Where am I?"

Passersby's on the streets below looked up, their gazes filled with surprise and amusement at his nudist display. Peter's cheeks flushed crimson as he stepped away from the edge, hiding from the world below.

With a deep sigh, he called forth his spider suit, which immediately covered his body completely.

Quickly scanning the area, Peter's eyes widened in disbelief as he spotted a large electronic billboard nearby.

He gazed at it with a mix of shock and curiosity, his heart pounding in his chest.

The display showcased two images side by side. A Spider-Man, which wasn't him, and a handsome blonde man.

Above the pictures, the title blazed with undeniable impact, shattering Peter's understanding of reality. "What the f*ck..." He muttered in shock.

[Spider-Man dead! Identity Revealed!]

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