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The atmosphere crackled with tension and uncertainty as the group stood in the aftermath of the spell. Peter gazed down at the now innocent and confused Venom, his mind racing with the weight of the decision he was about to make. He knelt down, meeting Venom's uncertain gaze.

"You're Venom," Peter began, his voice gentle but firm. "You're a symbiotic alien creature from another world. We're in a different universe now, and I'm sure that's beyond confusing..."

Venom's black goo rippled in response, its eyes widening with realization and curiosity. "Did you bring me here?"

Peter shook his head, a sense of responsibility settling over him. "No, but let's leave that explanation for later. I'm Peter. I'm here to help so if you need anything just let me know, okay?"

Venom's tendrils twitched with anticipation, its voice barely above a whisper. "Will you... will you be my host? Help me survive?"

Peter hesitated, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts. 'It would be cool to be Venoms host, but do I really want another living being attached to me for the rest of my life?'

He could already picture Venom popping up when he's spending some quality alone time with MJ, c*ck blocking him at every turn. Even the possibility of using Venom for tentacle foreplay wasn't appealing whatsoever.

But Peter also believed in redemption and second chances. 'Maybe I could just tell him to separate during private moments?' He wondered, his mind being swayed by how awesome it would be to have his own Symbiote.

"That's kind of a big decision..." Peter said as he looked down at Venom, who's current appearance reminded him of a little black slime ball from fantasy anime. "How about this. You can stick with me while I come to a decision. And if I end up refusing, I'll do everything I can to find a nice host for you, okay?"

As Peter's words sank in, Venom trembled with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. His host candidate didn't decline him, but he also didn't agree either.

"That's fine…" Venom bobbed it's blobby body up and down in agreement.

"Good, I hope we can get along well from now on." Peter says as he bends down and picks Venom up, placing him on his shoulder. "You comfortable?" He asked as Venom bobbed up and down again.

Just as the moment settled, Tony Stark, the man who had seemingly returned from the dead, stepped forward. His eyes darted between the four Spider-Men, the captured villains, and the confused Venom. He couldn't contain his curiosity any longer.

"Alright, everyone, can someone please explain what the hell is going on here?" Tony's voice carried a mix of amusement and confusion.

Tom, still emotionally overwhelmed by Tony's return, stepped forward and took a deep breath. "This is all my fault…" He began to explain the situation, recounting the spell gone wrong, the multiversal chaos, and the unexpected arrivals. Tony listened attentively, his expression shifting from surprise to concern.

"So, let me get this straight," Tony interrupted, his voice laced with disbelief. "We have four Spider-Men from different universes, a group of villains I've never seen before, and I was brought back to life all because of a spell gone wrong?"

Tom nodded, a somber expression on his face. "Yeah. It's... it's a mess. Doctor Strange and I were trying to fix my identity problem, but things just spiraled out of control."

Tony sighed, his gaze shifting to Peter, who had been observing the conversation quietly. "And once you fix this mess and send everyone back, I'll go back to my time and... die, won't I?"

The weight of Tony's words hung heavy in the air, the parking lot falling into a heavy silence. Tom exclaimed, his voice tinged in a mix of fear and unwillingness. "No! I refuse to let you die again. We'll find another way."

Tony smiled warmly in Toms direction. "It's okay… I knew I was going to die anyway. And if I don't go back, then who will defeat Thanos?"

Tears began to pour down Toms face, his entire being unwilling to lose his father figure again. "But… we can try to find another way. There's always another way!"

"You know, kid…" Tony steps up and places a hand on Tom's shoulder. "I have a lot of regrets in my life. More than I could possibly count, but I don't think I'll regret killing that purple dinosaur Barney son of a b*tch."

"Well, he deserved it." Tom said with a brief sorrowful laugh. "But you don't! You have a daughter… She needs you."

Tony's smile faulted for a moment. "Yeah, but the universe needs Thano's to die, and my daughter has her mother. She'll be fine. Pepper will make sure of it."

"You're not taking this seriously!" Tom shouted though he was stopped as Peter cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention.

"I may be able to come up with a fix that can make both sides happy…" Peter offered, a confident look on his face. "But before we get into that, I need you guys to finish curing these idiots." He motions to the villains behind him.

"Curing?" Rhodes asks in interest.

Tom steps up to Peter, ignoring Rhodes for the time being. "Can you actually keep him alive?"

"I have an idea." Peter nodded as he motioned to the villains. "But we need to finish with them first. And while you're doing that, I'll work on my plan."

Tom looks Peter in the eyes for a moment, ultimately placing his trust in his doppelgänger. "Okay, I'll get it done. Just focus on whatever keeps Mr. Stark alive." He nods and walks over to the villains, ready to get back to work.

Turning to the other Spider-Men, Peter motions to Tom. "Keep an eye on him. I'll meet you guys back at Aunt Mays in the morning."

"Where are you going?" Tobey asks curiously.

Peter waves his hand, opening a golden portal. "To raid the New York Sanctum for materials. Hopefully, Wong isn't around…" He waved over his shoulder and disappeared into the portal.

"Wait for me!" Lily shouted as she leaped in after him, unwilling to be left behind. After all, her father never let her go to any of the sanctums back in their universe.

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Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow, stood on the edge of the cliff, her heart heavy with the weight of the impossible choice she faced. Hawkeye, her long-time partner and friend, stood beside her, both of them taking a moment to let the severity of the situation sink in.

The wind whipped through their hair, carrying with it the whispers of their shared past, their missions, and their unbreakable bond. They had fought side by side through countless battles, but now they found themselves facing a sacrifice that neither was willing to make. Natasha knew that retrieving the Soul Stone meant paying a terrible price, but she also knew the stakes were too high to turn back.

She sat down on a nearby rock, her eyes fixed on the ground as she contemplated the impossible choice before them. "We've been through too much together, Clint," she said, her voice laced with determination. "I can't let you die. I won't."

Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye, shook his head in disbelief. "Natasha, we've lost enough. We can't lose you too. There must be another way."

But Natasha knew deep down that there was no other way. She had made up her mind, and she wouldn't let Clint sacrifice himself for her, or anyone else for that matter. A silent understanding passed between them, and they both knew what had to be done. As Clint turned to face her, his eyes filled with determination, a fight broke out between them.

They grappled with each other, their moves swift and precise, reflecting the years of training they had undergone together. Neither wanted to give in, each trying to overpower the other, to be the one to make the ultimate sacrifice. Their punches and kicks echoed through the desolate landscape, their cries of desperation mingling with the harsh sound of the wind.

Natasha's mind raced as she fought, the weight of her decision heavy upon her. She couldn't let Clint die. She also couldn't bear the thought of losing him. They had become family, and family meant everything. Especially since she has so little people that are considered family, even if they're not blood related. With a surge of adrenaline, she mustered all her strength and managed to subdue Clint, pinning him down to the ground.

"Natasha, no!" Clint pleaded, his voice filled with anguish.

Natasha looked into his eyes, her own filled with a mix of determination and sorrow. "I'm sorry, Clint," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But I can't let you die. Not for me."

With a final look of understanding, Natasha pushed herself off of Clint, turning her back to him. Clint tried to scramble after her, but without hesitation, she sprinted towards the edge of the cliff, her heart pounding in her chest. As she leaped into the void, a mixture of fear and relief washed over her, and a single tear escaped her eye.

But instead of hitting the ground with a sickening splat, as she expected, Natasha found herself sitting on a park bench in the heart of New York City. Confusion washed over her face as she looked around, her mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened. Beside her on the bench lay a newspaper, its headline catching her attention. She picked it up and her eyes widened as she saw a picture of Peter Parker's face beside an image of Spider-Man.

The Headline Read: Spider-Man! Identity Revealed!

"What... what is this?" Natasha murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She stared at the newspaper in disbelief, her mind racing with unanswered questions.

That's before she saw the date printed in the paper…

November 2024!

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