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Peter shoots up. Chest heaving out of breath as his surroundings wasn’t his apartment room anymore. No. It was a different place. A beach of sorts with carcasses of washed up crabs and whales that piled up overtime for who knows how long. Did he get transported here by magic? Or is this a much more darker side to his dreams? How every day a part of his side became nothing more but a forgotten, colorless husk……..No. No he can’t think that way. Despite everything that’s happened in his life, there is still some light. A light of hope to become his compass through these dark times.
As he got up to take another look around, he suddenly spots a figure near facing towards the horizon of the sea. Seemingly watching the scenery of the beach itself. As he slowly approaches, the figure becomes much more clear. He couldn’t believe it. The man dressed in a fancy suit. The same suit he’d wear in every meeting. Real or ghost of his father figure…his mentor….was standing right before him.
“…M-Mr. Stark? Oh my god….I thought you were dead. Gone. How are you still her-“
“The world. It’s always constant isn’t it. Always revolves around and around with people sprouting”
“I-….I…yeah I guess…” he says with a confused tone.
“But you know what’s also interesting?“
“…..what?…”
“The whole world beyond it contains many other worlds and the worlds contains more sprouting people. Different John’s, Julie’s, Danny’s , different everyone. One’s a doctor, one’s a race car driver, all different roles that seem endless”
“That’s….alternate…multiverse stuff….right?”
He nods, “Correct. The multiverse indeed. You experienced it before, haven’t you?”
“Sorta. I guess. Why?”
He chuckles, “well then you’re familiar with the whole concept of it. How chaotic and out of hand it can be. How unbalanced”
“But it ends up working itself out, doesn’t it?” He responds back, “Despite everything?”
He shakes his head, “no. It doesn’t. That’s why the multiverse needs order for it to be placed in the right way. My way”
Peter takes a slight step back. Trying to make of this. To make of what he is saying, “what do you mean ‘your way???’”
He turns around to face him. Meeting Peter Parker with flashing green eyes and a sinister smile. A look that was never placed upon Tony Stark. Ever, “it needs to be ruled by me. Conquered by me”
“Mr. Stark???”
“I’m not Tony Stark, child…” everything began to shake underneath them both as grains of rocks and the dead creatures slowly began to levitate around him. Causing the man to begin floating up in the air with surges of green energy swirling around him. Constructing a silver armor that covered his entire body along with a green hood and cape as a laugh erupted the beach.
“No. I’m Doctor Doom and I’ll be the one to rule over the entire multiverse by destroying every single hero that comes in my way. Including you, Spider-Man”
“N-no….no this can’t be you!!!!”
“Oh but it is and I’ll be visiting your earth very soon,” he says as his hand raised halfway as a silver mask appears then placed upon his face, “This is only the beginning….the real fun begins. See you soon, Peter…”
“MR. STARK!!!!!!”
He shoots up. Chest heaving out of breath as his surroundings wasn’t the beach anymore. It was his apartment. With what he had just witnessed, there was no way that could have been. No way that could have occurred, “Mr. Stark isn’t like that…no matter what multiverse….world he is in. That’s not true!!! That’s not true….”
“It can’t be……..”