Marvel : I'm in Westview Town-Chapter 86 : Andrew Garfield Spider-Man

New York City – A Dark Alley

Three figures emerged slowly from a scarlet light, their silhouettes barely visible in the dim surroundings.

"It should be around here," Finn muttered, holding a magical compass in his hand. The pointer spun wildly, refusing to settle.

Then, with a sudden jolt, the needle locked onto a direction—straight ahead, toward the nearly deserted street. The afternoon work hours had left the area eerily quiet, the cold wind sweeping through the empty roads.

Boom!

The ground trembled violently before collapsing, a massive sinkhole forming as water gushed from broken pipes. Out of the abyss, enormous mechanical tentacles shot out, slamming into the pavement, sending debris flying in all directions.

"Big guy, huh?" Peter tensed, instinctively stepping back. The memory of past encounters made him wary.

"Interesting," Finn mused, squinting at the mechanical limbs. He had a good guess who they belonged to.

His thoughts were interrupted as the compass in his hand vibrated more violently than before. He tightened his grip. "There's someone else."

"Finn, someone's coming," Wanda warned, her fingers twitching, ready for battle.

Click!

A figure crawled out from the cracked pavement, moving with an eerie grace, like a demon rising from the depths. The already fractured street crumbled further under the weight of metallic appendages.

Stepping into view was a man clad in black leather, his face obscured by dark sunglasses, his expression cold and predatory. The mechanical limbs extended from a harness on his back, writhing like monstrous serpents.

More pressing, however, was the man ensnared in his grip—dressed in red and blue, struggling desperately against the crushing force of the metal tentacle wrapped around his torso.

Peter's breath hitched. His Spider-Sense screamed at him, sending an uncomfortable chill down his spine. His vision blurred momentarily as he took a hesitant step forward.

"Shit... that's a Spider-Man."

Peter blinked, his masked eyes widening. "Wait a second... that suit—" he turned toward Finn. "It looks familiar, doesn't it?"

Finn's lips curled into a smirk. "Yeah. Seems like we've found another Spider-Man."

Across the street, the man with the tentacles—Doctor Octopus—turned his head at the sound of their voices. His mechanical limbs curled and twitched, his sharp mind assessing the newcomers. His gaze lingered on the struggling Spider-Man in his grasp before shifting back toward Peter.

His brows furrowed. A strange feeling crept up his spine.

"Hey, big guy! Over here!" the trapped Spider-Man suddenly yelled. Using the split-second distraction, he shot a web to the nearest building, yanking himself free and swinging high into the air.

Landing on a nearby ledge, he waved at the trio standing on the sidewalk. "You guys need to leave—this isn't your fight!"

Before anyone could respond, the air cracked with a sonic boom.

"Peter!" Finn called out.

Doctor Octopus roared as he lunged forward, his tentacles slamming into the ground with devastating force, sending shattered concrete flying.

"Dude, I don't even know you! Why are you so pissed at me?!" the other Spider-Man called out, flipping midair to dodge an incoming attack.

"Peter, you will pay for what you've done!" Doctor Octopus snarled, his tentacles tearing through parked cars and throwing massive chunks of rubble toward his target.

"There's gotta be some kind of misunderstanding here! Maybe we can sit down and talk?" Spider-Man suggested, narrowly dodging a piece of twisted metal that had once been a streetlight.

Bang!

Doctor Octopus climbed up the side of a building using his tentacles, mirroring Spider-Man's movements with disturbing precision. His speed increased, his movements growing more aggressive.

One after another, massive chunks of debris hurtled toward Spider-Man, each impact sending shockwaves through the streets.

Parked cars exploded, sending plumes of fire into the air. The acrid scent of burning fuel mixed with the wailing of shattered alarms. Flames licked at the edges of the ruined street, casting a flickering red glow across the battlefield.

"He's still chasing me?!" Spider-Man groaned, launching himself onto a passing truck. He turned, ready to fight back.

Doctor Octopus smirked. His tentacles coiled like waiting vipers before striking with terrifying speed.

"Oh, fu—!"

Spider-Man barely managed to dodge as one of the metal appendages sliced through the air, missing him by mere inches. He shot a web, swinging around to land a hard punch straight into Octavius' sunglasses, shattering half the lens upon impact.

Doctor Octopus staggered, retreating slightly before his tentacles snapped forward, lifting crushed cars one by one and hurling them skyward.

"Hey! Can we talk about all the collateral damage you're causing? Who's paying for these cars?!" Spider-Man yelped, ducking and weaving between the airborne wreckage.

Peter, from the sidelines, shook his head. "Yup. Still as annoying as ever."

Doctor Octopus snarled. "You talk too much, Peter!"

With a vicious snap, one of his tentacles wrapped around Spider-Man's arm and yanked hard, sending him flying.

Bang!

His body crashed into a water pipe, bending it nearly in half.

"Peter, Peter..." Doctor Octopus murmured, scaling the debris like a predator. His tentacles lifted high, poised to crush his target.

"Goddammit!" Spider-Man's instincts flared. At the last second, he twisted, pushing off with his legs to propel himself away.

Whoosh!

Doctor Octopus followed seamlessly, his tentacles gripping the ground, launching him after Spider-Man with frightening speed. He struck again and again, each mechanical limb seeking to swat his prey from the sky.

Spider-Man dodged desperately, but exhaustion was beginning to take hold. His breathing was heavy, his limbs burning with exertion. The relentless pursuit was wearing him down.

Then—

Bang!

A devastating strike landed. One of the thick metal limbs slammed into his back with brutal force, sending him plummeting toward the street below.

Crash!

His body tumbled across the pavement like a ragdoll, finally skidding to a stop near the sidewalk. He coughed violently, trying to push himself up. His arms shook from the effort.

"Cough... cough... damn it..."

He groaned, barely able to lift his head.

His first day in this strange new world, and he was already being tossed around like a punching bag. He hadn't even had time to figure out where he was yet.

And now? He was fighting for his life against a mechanical madman.

Click.

Doctor Octopus loomed over him, his tentacles twitching eagerly.

"You won't escape me this time, Peter Parker."

Spider-Man grit his teeth, flexing his fingers despite the pain. He wasn't going down that easily.

Finn and Wanda exchanged glances before stepping forward, ready to join the fight.

This battle was far from over.

"Peter, good!"

Not far behind, Doctor Octopus smirked with pride, his mechanical tentacles whirring as they grabbed a broken car and hurled it through the air without hesitation.

Whoosh!

Peter barely had time to react. Ignoring the pain coursing through his body, he dived to the side, barely escaping the projectile.

Boom!

The moment he got up, the car slammed into the ground where he had stood, leaving behind a massive crater.

"Are you kidding me?!" Peter exclaimed, feeling a chill run down his spine as he stared at the destruction.

"Hiding fast, I see."

Doctor Octopus grinned, lifting a tree trunk with his tentacles, ready to bring it crashing down.

But at that moment—

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A golden light shot across the battlefield, enveloping Doctor Octopus in an instant. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, both the villain and the light vanished.

"What the hell just happened?"

Spider-Man panted heavily, clutching his waist as he scanned his surroundings. The road was in ruins—trees toppled, construction vehicles overturned—but the octopus monster was gone.

Then, his eyes followed the golden glow's origin, landing on a group of figures who had yet to leave. His gaze quickly locked onto one person in particular—a man in a Spider suit, holding a strange-looking compass.

"Finn, I don't like this," Peter murmured, eyeing the compass warily.

"Peter, put it away. It won't lock onto him anymore," Finn said calmly.

With a sigh, Peter tucked the compass back into his suit. Sure enough, the needle had stopped spinning. Whatever disturbance had been warping reality before was gone.

Suddenly, from the middle of the road, another Spider-Man approached—his suit battle-worn, his face hidden behind a mask. His stance was tense, his voice edged with suspicion. "Where did that octopus bastard go?"

He didn't lower his guard around the group, eyes shifting between them. Something told him they knew more than they were letting on. Maybe even the reason why he had ended up in this bizarre world.

Wanda exchanged a glance with Peter before nodding slightly.

"He's been sent somewhere else," Finn answered in a steady voice.

"Then why am I still here?" the battered Spider-Man asked, rubbing his forehead. He sounded exhausted, as though reality itself was weighing on him.

"This isn't your world."

Finn didn't sugarcoat it. "The multiverse is in chaos. The dimensional fabric is unstable. That's how you ended up here."

"He's right. You should believe us," Wanda added, crossing her arms.

"Jesus..."

The other Spider-Man exhaled sharply. So, they really did know.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled back his mask slightly, revealing his face. "Name's Peter Parker. Just call me Peter."

At his words, the younger Spider-Man standing beside Finn practically jumped in shock.

"Wait, what?! Your name is Peter too?!"

His eyes widened, darting between Finn and the newcomer. For a brief moment, he even wondered if his ears were playing tricks on him.

The battle-worn Spider-Man—Peter—tilted his head slightly. The kid was staring at him like he had seen a ghost. And, weirdly enough, something about him felt... familiar.

Sensing the tension, Finn placed a firm hand on the younger Peter's shoulder, leaning down to whisper, "I'll explain later. Let's head back first."

Peter hesitated but eventually nodded. The shock of seeing another version of himself would have to wait.

Soon, they all made their way back to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

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In the dimly lit basement hall of the Sanctum, Finn explained everything to the newly arrived Spider-Man—why he was here, what was happening to the multiverse, and the threats that came with it.

The older Peter listened intently, his expression unreadable. When Finn finally finished, he pulled his mask off completely. His sharp features and warm yet intense gaze settled on the group.

Finn blinked in surprise. "Garfield..."

The name slipped out before he could stop himself.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Garfield?"

Finn quickly recovered, flashing a small grin. "You just look like an actor from my world."

The younger Spider-Man, still processing everything, suddenly pulled off his own mask, revealing his youthful face. He had been waiting for this moment—thinking he would see an exact copy of himself.

But the two couldn't have looked more different.

Wanda, sensing the younger Peter's emotions, patted him on the shoulder. "It's not always a bad thing to have someone who looks like you."

Her words carried a deeper weight—one she knew all too well.

The older Peter studied the younger one, a realization dawning on him. "Wait... you're Peter Parker too?!"

"Yeah. I'm the Peter of this universe."

A golden portal suddenly materialized in the room, its edges shimmering as Doctor Strange stepped through.

Everyone turned their attention to him.

Wanda stepped forward. "How's the multiversal situation?"

"The chaos is settling. We shouldn't have too many more surprise visitors," Strange replied, his tone carrying a mix of relief and frustration.

"Then can you take me to see Kamar-Taj's spell archives?" Finn asked, only half-joking.

"No."

Strange's refusal was immediate, firm. "Especially not you."

He hadn't forgotten Finn's little 'enchanting' trick last time. If he got his hands on Kamar-Taj's forbidden spells, who knew what he would do with them?

Finn shrugged. "Guess you'll have to handle reality-bending problems on your own, then."

"Don't worry," Strange assured. "Kamar-Taj has it under control."

He paused, then gestured toward the basement cells. "I heard you picked up some... guests. Take me to them."

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In the underground holding area, the air was thick with silence.

Click.

The overhead lights flickered on, casting eerie shadows against the cold stone walls. Behind the enchanted barriers, seven figures from across the multiverse sat in confinement.

Strange's gaze swept over them before settling on one figure in particular.

A man lay curled in the corner of his cell, facing away from them. His breathing was steady—unnaturally so.

Finn's eyes narrowed. "This guy's been asleep the whole time?"

Strange didn't look away. "I put him into a deep sleep. It's better if he stays that way."

That statement alone piqued Finn's curiosity.

"Why?"

Strange remained cryptic. "Because waking him up might be worse than leaving him asleep."

Finn smirked. "Now I kind of want to see his face."

Strange sighed. "That's exactly why you shouldn't."

But Finn's curiosity was already burning. Something told him... whoever this was, they were far more dangerous than the rest.

And sooner or later, they would have to find out why.

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