Location: Earth-$$$$ (Crossover Continuity Holding Zone)
Time Remaining Until Multiversal Collapse: 60:31:22
Opening Scene: Arrival in Crossoverland
Peter, Miguel, Deadpool, and Billy fell through a sky made of network disclaimers.
Literally.
As they plummeted, clouds spelled out:
"DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing here are the property of their respective rights holders."
Peter: "This is the worst sky I've ever fallen through."
Deadpool: "You should see the version in Fortnite World. It's just ads."
They crash-landed in a neon-slicked city packed with mashups that should not legally exist.
Iron Man riding Yoshi.
Batman and Wolverine in a coffee shop AU.
A Gundam doing taxes next to Spongebob wearing a Venom symbiote.
Miguel adjusted his scanner. "Earth-$$$$. This is the Crossover Holding Zone. Every IP that got legally cleared for exactly one event, then dumped in limbo."
Deadpool sniffed the air.
"It smells like licensing deals and desperation."
Billy headbutted a legal pad that tried to sue him.
The Court of Crossover Law
Before they could explore, the street split in two.
A giant gavel descended from the sky and slammed into the ground. A booming voice rang out:
"You have violated Article 6, Section 9: Unauthorized Crossover Entry Without Brand Permission!"
A squad of armored attorneys surrounded them, wielding cease-and-desist cannons.
Each wore a helmet shaped like a dollar sign and badges that read:
"NARRATIVE INTEGRITY BUREAU – IP Division."
The leader stepped forward. Sleek, cold, and oozing red tape energy.
"Designation: Barrister Supreme. I represent the Continuity Court of Creative Control."
Peter: "We're not trying to cross over. We're trying to stop Reboot Prime—"
"You are guilty of Narrative Trespass. Surrender your arcs or be permanently restricted."
Miguel pulled out his time-blade.
Peter pulled out… Billy.
Billy roared.
Deadpool pulled out a novelty gavel and hit himself in the face. "I OBJECT!"
The Legal Brawl
Combat broke out mid-trial.
Peter dodged subpoena-shurikens.
Miguel rewrote a zoning law in midair using his chronal stylus.
Billy suplexed an injunction officer.
Deadpool paused mid-fight to shout, "Hey, readers! You think this is exaggerated? Google Marvel vs. Capcom's rights history!"
Barrister Supreme charged Peter.
"You are out of bounds. Literally."
Peter countered with a single line:
"I've crossed worse universes than this. You should've seen my Lego phase."
He webbed a skyscraper, swung across a billboard advertising Justice League: The Musical, and launched himself at the Barrister.
"Tell Reboot Prime he doesn't own me."
A Mysterious Ally Appears
Just as Peter was about to be vaporized by a Legal Disintegrator…
A shadow descended from the sky.
Wielding a giant pencil-saber.
Cloaked in copyright blur.
He struck the Barrister aside.
"Enough court."
He removed his hood.
It was—
Stan Lee.
Or… a hyper-real A.I. ghost of him generated by residual cameo particles.
Peter: "Are you—?"
Stan: "Close enough, True Believer. Don't worry about it."
Deadpool teared up. "I knew Heaven had good cameos."
Stan's Message
Stan brought them to a secret bunker beneath the defunct Marvel-DC Embassy.
Inside were trophies from past events:
A fragment of the Amalgam Universe.
Batman's emergency hotline phone.
A canceled Iron Lantern cover.
Stan looked at Peter.
"You're here for the Crossover Clause, aren't you?"
Peter nodded.
Stan explained:
"There's a failsafe hidden deep in this zone. A narrative contract, created by the first writers, that can override any continuity lockdown."
"But it's sealed. Only accessible by someone who's survived three reboots and still believes in character-first storytelling."
Peter blinked. "Wait. That's me."
Deadpool raised a hand. "Technically, me too."
Stan grinned. "You? You're the loophole."
The Crossover Clause Vault
They reached a massive vault built from old editorial notes and sealed with four signature locks:
Creator Intent
Fan Impact
Narrative Legacy
Publishing Sales
Stan handed Peter a pen.
"A single signature opens it. But be warned: if you sign with doubt, you lose everything you are. You become… franchise filler."
Peter hesitated.
Thought of Aunt May.
Of MJ—not remembering him.
Of Ned, of strange allies, of versions of himself scared to matter again.
Then he signed.
The vault opened.
Inside:
The Clause.
One page.
Blank.
Deadpool screamed. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"
Stan: "The contract's not written. It's chosen. Your next move defines the arc."
Peter picked up the page.
Miguel: "What now?"
Peter: "Now we give the multiverse a reason to care again."
The Tribunal Arrives
A booming voice interrupted them.
Three towering figures appeared:
A Marvel Executive Avatar (face made of spreadsheets).
A DC Legal Entity (shaped like a giant redaction).
An AI-Generated Publisher Bot (eyes like empty deadlines).
The Trinity of Editorial Power.
"You have opened the Crossover Clause without proper authorization. The consequence is creative obliteration."
Peter stepped forward, holding the blank clause.
"No. The consequence is choice. We're not here to steal the spotlight. We're here to make it worth watching."
Deadpool chimed in: "Also I want to punch Batman but in a very respectful parody."
Billy bleated in agreement.
The Final Ruling
The Tribunal hesitated.
Then, from the blank clause, words began to write themselves:
"The story is not owned. It is shared. And the best ones survive not because they are safe—but because they are true."
A pulse of multiversal light surged.
The Crossover Zone shifted.
Merged.
Stabilized.
The Tribunal shattered into continuity-safe data packets.
Deadpool kissed the clause.
Stan vanished, whispering, "Excelsior… one last time."
Back at Transit
Peter stored the clause in his suit.
Miguel looked at him. "You realize what you've done."
Peter: "Yeah. I just gave our story a shot."
Deadpool: "So. What's next? The timeline still ends in 60 hours."
Peter pointed forward.
"There's one place Reboot Prime can't touch. One story older than any."
Miguel: "The Core Thread."
Peter nodded. "We're going to where the first web was ever spun."
Billy roared.
Deadpool pulled out a makeshift crossover souvenir: a Poké-Batarang.
Peter took one last look at Crossoverland.
Then stepped into the portal.