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Chapter 606: Sussy Spider-Society

Chapter 606: Sussy Spider-Society

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As Peter sat at his bedside, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, his mind churned with the weight of everything he's learned from John. He was a successor candidate to Death, even if he was kind of forced into it, and he had an unknown number of competitors to look out for. Not to mention the fact that these competitors are all going to be rather bloodthirsty, thanks to John's genocidal sub-missions.

'My peaceful life always finds a way to get derailed…' Peter thought, exasperated.

Thankfully, multiverse travel wasn't a walk in the park, and he doubted that the other candidates could travel to other universes. After all, John didn't give him any ability to travel, so it's not very likely that he did for the others either.

'But I can't just guess, I need to find out for sure…' Peter decided to gather intel, and pulled out his phone, opening the Spider-Verse chat group app.

Typing away, Peter asked a simple yet crucial question: "Yo, anyone joined the Spider-Society yet?" Seconds later, Gwen's response popped up.

Gwen: How do you know about the society?

Peter: That doesn't really matter, does it? But I take from your reply that you're a member…

Gwen: …

Gwen didn't seem to want to answer, which only strengthened Peter's belief that she was a member.

Peter: This is important, Gwen. Now, answer the question. Have there been any attacks on the society or its people lately?

Gwen: No…

Peter: Have there been any odd or suspicious people coming around? People that maybe don't have spider powers, like us? They might have a tattoo of a laughing skull somewhere on their body? Most likely on their right hand…

Gwen: No, not that I've seen. But I'm only a new member, so they don't exactly tell me much…

Peter: I see, thanks for the info. If any attacks start happening, or someone matching the description that I've given you appears, let me know immediately.

Gwen: Peter… What is this about? You're starting to worry me…

Peter: I'll explain another time. For now, just keep your guard up and don't tell anyone about this… Wait, actually, feel free to tell whoever you want, I don't really care. Just make sure the Society doesn't bother me. Anyway, I have to go, we'll talk again later. See yah?

Gwen: Wait a minute! You can't just…!

Gwen obvious wanted answers, but Peter wasn't going to be giving her any. And just as he was about to close the app, the other Spider-People in the chat bombarded it with questions, unfamiliar with the Spider-Society and curious as to what Peter was talking about.

Spider-Pig: Hey, what's all this about?

Miles: Yeah, someone explain already…

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'I'll just leave Gwen to answer them...' Peter shrugged as he closed his phone, leaving Gwen to the wolves, who would no doubt hound her for information.

Taking a breath, Peter realized that his assumption about the other candidates might be accurate. After all, multiverse travel wasn't an easy thing to tap into, so he probably has some time before the candidates start appearing.

It seemed he had a head start, and for now, the multiverse remained beyond the reach of those seeking to complete John's missions.

Relaxing, Peter mused over his next steps. 'I should first find a way to safeguard the people from the Spider-Society…' After all, the only reason he's doing this is to keep them safe. 'What they're doing may be damaging the multiverse, but I doubt that they know that…'

Soon enough, the aroma of breakfast and the familiar banter of his family drifted up the stairs, breaking Peter from his inner thoughts. He couldn't help but sigh as he stood to his feet and made his way out of the room. He was finally home after his Honeymoon, yet it looked like he would have to leave once again. 'I'll try to stay as long as I can…' Peter thought, as he had all sorts of responsibilities to look after, both personal and professional.

Just thinking of his responsibilities gave Peter a headache. Truthfully, his personal responsibilities, like his family and friends were fine, but his professional responsibilities were a whole other story.

'I've been gone for months…' Peter thought, knowing that he had to have a few mountains of paperwork back at the Avengers Tower. 'Tony said he would cover for me, but If I know him as well as I think I do, then he most likely got bored a week in and gave up…'

Leo, oblivious to Peter's thoughts, rushed up the stairs and tugged at Peter's sleeve, urging him to hurry up. "…so slow!" He said, clearly annoyed and hungry.

Smiling at Leo's behavior, Peter reached down and picked him up before rushing down the stairs. "Alright, let's go!"

As Peter joined his family at the table, momentarily forgetting all of the craziness that he'd have to deal with sooner or later, he noticed the Ancient One sitting across from him, munching on some bacon.

"Welcome home, Peter." She said, smiling as she sipped some tea.

Peter smiled back. "It's good to be back."

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As Gwen navigated the sea of questions from the Spider-Verse chat group, a nagging worry gnawed at her conscience. She spent over an hour deliberating whether she should divulge the information to the Spider-Society. After all, the safety of her fellow Spider-People might be at stake.

Eventually, her concern for their well-being outweighed her hesitation. Gwen decided to take the matter directly to the Spider-Man in charge of the Society, Miguel O'Hara. After a swift web-swing across the city, she arrived at Miguel's futuristic domain.

Entering Miguel's lair, she hesitated before approaching him. "S-Sir? We need to talk. I've got some information that might be crucial for the Spider-Society."

Miguel, immersed in holographic displays, initially dismissed her with a wave. "Not now, Gwen. I'm in the middle of handling an important matter..."

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Gwen pressed on, "This is about potential threats to the Society. Trust me… you'll want to hear this."

As she recounted Peter's cryptic messages and the warnings of possible attacks, Miguel's dismissive demeanor shifted. However, skepticism lingered on his face.

"So, someone is targeting us? Who! How? When?" Miguel asked, glancing at Gwen with raised eyebrows.

Gwen interjected, "I don't know, but Peter said..."

Miguel sighed in annoyance. "Which Peter is putting this nonsense into your head? I've told them countless times already to stop messing with the new recruits…"

Gwen shook her head. "It's not anyone in the society… It's the Peter that I know…"

Miguel froze as he realized which Peter she was talking about. The air in the room seemed to thicken with an unspoken tension. While Miguel rarely feared other Spider-People, Peter was an exception, a force that defied conventional understanding.

Actually, Miguel once planned to recruit Peter into the Society, but after peaking into his universe to gather some information, a small fear began to bud inside him. Because when he peaked into Peter's universe, he witnessed the battle between Peter and Dormammu, a colossal exchange which showcased just how monstrous Peter's strength and abilities really were.

And from that day on, like a tree that fear only grew and grew. Miguel started to see Peter as more of an insurmountable threat than an ally, causing him to adopt the policy of staying out of Peter's way.

"Look, I know Peter might seem like an odd choice to deliver this information, but he's not one to play games when it comes to things like this," Gwen insisted, recognizing the gravity of the situation.

Miguel's expression shifted from skepticism to concern. "Are you sure about this? What did he say exactly?"

Gwen nodded solemnly. "Dead sure. And you know as well as I do that if Peter is involved, we can't afford to ignore this..." She says as she shows their conversation on her phone.

Miguel sighed, realizing the weight of the situation. "Alright, Gwen. I need to call a meeting, but you won't be attending it."

"Why?" She asks, clearly feeling left out.

"Because you're going to go and visit your friend, Peter," Miguel instructed, his tone serious. "Find out what's going on and report back to me…"

Gwen nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. As she left the lair, Miguel sat alone in contemplation. The unexpected turn of events had disrupted the delicate balance the Spider-Society sought to maintain. With Peter Parker at the center of it all, Miguel couldn't shake the feeling that the multiverse was in for a storm, and the Spider-Society would need to weather it with utmost vigilance.

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After a hearty breakfast with his family, Peter reluctantly decided it was time to face the professional responsibilities awaiting him at the Avengers Tower. Donning his Spider-Man suit for the first time in a while, he opened a portal to his office, hoping for a smooth transition back to his routine.

As Peter stepped into his office, a disheartening scene unfolded before him. Tony Stark sat casually on his couch, engrossed in a video game, surrounded by the remnants of a fast-food feast. The office, once pristine, now resembled Tony's personal man cave, cluttered with food and snack wrappers scattered about.

Surveying the chaos, Peter's frustration grew as he noticed five towering stacks of paper on his desk. Tony had failed miserably in handling Peter's paperwork during his absence, which Peter expected, but hoped wouldn't be the case.

Unable to contain his frustration, Peter succumbed to the urge to give Tony a reality check. With a swift and resounding slap, Peter's hand connected with Tony's face, sending him hurtling across the room. The wall crumbled upon impact, and Tony tumbled into the hallway.

Rubbing his stinging face, Tony glanced up to see Peter standing over him, a stern, unamused expression hidden under his mask. "Welcome back… Buddy… pal… friend…?" Tony smiled awkwardly, realizing that he'd been caught.

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