Queens, a normal residential house.
Gwen and Damian Wayne, now dressed in thick clothes, appeared there.
"This is Spider-Man's residence," Damian Wayne said, looking at the information on his game console.
Currently, the internet is flooded with information about Spider-Man: his birth year, his schooling from childhood, and his home address.
There are even countless people claiming to be Spider-Man's friends, and some outrageous ones even claim to be pregnant with Spider-Man's child.
Spider-Man is now a traffic magnet; anything related to him brings in immense wealth.
"Then I'll knock."
Knock, knock, knock!
Gwen gently tapped on the door.
"Hello, is anyone home?"
"My nephew is dead. I don't know anything else. You reporters, please stop bothering an old woman like me."
A woman's voice, full of resentment and exhaustion, came from inside.
Gwen frowned slightly. She knew reporters would do anything for a headline, but to harass his family immediately after Spider-Man's death was truly disgusting.
"Hello, even if you think I'm lying, I'm also a Spider-Man."
The room was silent for a few seconds.
The door slowly opened, revealing a somewhat haggard face—an elderly woman with white hair. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was filled with sorrow and exhaustion.
"Come in, both of you!"
The old woman paused slightly when she saw Gwen with an even smaller Damian Wayne.
"Thank you," Gwen said politely.
"Thank you, Grandma."
Damian Wayne showed a sweet smile.
The old woman's expression softened slightly, and the wariness in her eyes dissipated a bit. She stepped aside to let them in.
As Gwen entered, she was about to ask something when her Spider-Sense suddenly triggered.
She didn't feel any danger; instead, there was a sense of familiarity.
Damian Wayne suddenly put away his game console, pulled out an obsidian dagger, and looked up at the ceiling.
"Hello, little guy, don't be nervous."
A masked man in a black trench coat dropped down from the ceiling.
"Hello, nice to meet you. Please take care of me."
A black-haired loli walked out of a room, followed by a Spider-Robot.
"Can anyone help me? I'm stuck. The tools in this World aren't very friendly to me."
A cry for help came from the bathroom. The old woman went in, and soon a soaking wet, less than half-meter tall cartoon pig-man emerged, wearing a red and blue Spider-Suit.
Gwen and Damian Wayne stared at it speechlessly. What in the World was that?
And her Spider-Sense hadn't stopped since then.
"You are all my..."
"Kind!" X3
"We all gained superpowers after being bitten by a radioactive spider (or pig)."
The masked man introduced himself first: "My name is Peter Parker. I am Shadow Spider-Man. My Universe is currently in 1993. I am a private detective. I love Brooklyn's special drink, egg cream, and I love fighting Nazis—very much."
Shadow Spider-Man said, crossing his arms.
The black-haired loli sat on the head of the Spider-Robot, which also struck a cool pose.
"My name is Penny Parker. I'm from New York in 3145. There's a spider living in my dad's robot, and we have telepathy. We're friends for life."
The robot's screen also changed its expression to *^_^*
Penny Parker swung her legs cheerfully, looking playful and cute.
"My name is Peter Porker. I'm a photographer for the Daily Bugle. During work hours, I dig for explosive news everywhere like a dog.
But I hate the reporters in this World; they're just a bunch of carrion-eating vultures."
Peter Porker said with a frown and a look of disgust, as if he detested those reporters.
"Although I hate them, it's also because of them that we can gather here," Shadow Spider-Man said.
"When did you all arrive?" Gwen also relaxed her stance.
Damian Wayne put away his dagger.
"I arrived yesterday. Luckily, Aunt Mei took me in," Shadow Spider-Man said, giving Aunt Mei a grateful look.
"I arrived last night," Spider-Ham said, wiggling his plump body.
"I arrived an hour earlier than you, big sister. Is this your child?"
Penny looked at Damian Wayne, blinking her big eyes, full of curiosity.
Gwen was about to say no, but she noticed Damian Wayne's somewhat helpless look (?). She must be scared, suddenly appearing in this strange World!
What would Pamela do if she were here?
"Yes, she is my child, Damian Wayne. My name is Gwen Stacy, Ghost-Spider."
Gwen said firmly, reaching out to pull Damian Wayne closer and gently patting her shoulder.
Damian Wayne paused slightly, not surprised. His godfather has had more and more women lately; it's likely they are all his new mothers.
"Mama Gwen."
Gwen's face flushed at the address, and she imperceptibly responded with a soft, "Mmm."
"This big sister is a Spider-Mama. Maybe her child will also awaken Spider-Man's abilities when she grows up," Penny said innocently.
"But she just became an adult, right? If you calculate it, she would have been around 15 when she had the child. If the father of the child appears before me, I'll ask him to help me check my rifling."
Shadow Spider-Man said in an unfriendly tone.
"Only one cub? So few," Spider-Ham mumbled.
Gwen cleared her throat.
"Do you know why we are here?"
"No, we just arrived too."
Everyone looked at Aunt Mei.
Aunt Mei sighed.
"Follow me."
Aunt Mei led the way to a storage room, with everyone following behind.
She took out a key, inserted it into the lock, and the ordinary wooden door opened, revealing an elevator inside.
"A secret Base. Every Spider-Man has one," Shadow Spider-Man said.
The few of them walked in.
As the elevator descended, the Spider-Base was revealed before everyone.
Various unique Spider-Man suits and oddly shaped vehicles.
Aunt Mei came to a clue wall.
"A month ago, my nephew, Peter Parker, detected changes in this World's space-time coefficient. After a series of investigations,
it was confirmed that Kingpin was trying to open a space-time wormhole. Peter went to stop him. I thought he would come back with injuries as usual, but..."
Aunt Mei's voice choked at this point, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Gwen didn't disturb the old woman, looking at the photos on the clue wall.
A huge, bulky figure in a suit.
Kingpin.
She had heard his name, but he had later disappeared.
He had actually been dealt with by Frank's team, who were now free. The Demon Group's surroundings didn't need trash.