The younger Peter and his Aunt May had moved into a new apartment.
At that moment, the scene was a complete mess. The walls were shattered, a dagger had been bent and twisted, the table had been broken in half, the refrigerator had been cut straight through the middle, and the light overhead was still swaying while flickering with arcs of electricity.
A graceful middle-aged woman who looked younger than forty lay motionless in a pool of blood. Her chest had been pierced through, and blood was still flowing from the wound. However, the owner of that body had long since stopped breathing. Her pupils were dilated, as if she had seen something terrifying before she died, and she seemed to have suffered some kind of torture.
The dead woman was May Parker.
A chubby, gray-haired middle-aged man looked at the scene with a heartbroken expression. He was the one who had called the younger Peter earlier.
This middle-aged man had once been Iron Man's assistant. His name was Happy.
He liked Aunt May very much.
"Aunt May!"
The younger Peter swung straight in through the window, and the moment he saw the body on the floor, he froze. Even though he had already prepared himself mentally, he had still held on to a sliver of hope that she could be saved. But too much blood had flowed out, and there were even shards of glass embedded in her body.
It was obvious that whoever had attacked her had broken in through the window.
But this was the sixteenth floor.
Peter stood beside him, not knowing what to say.
Although the Aunt May who had fallen in front of him was completely different from his own Aunt May, he could understand how the younger Peter felt right now. If his Aunt May or Uncle Ben suffered this kind of harm, he would probably go insane, and it would be even worse than the younger Peter.
"May and I were talking about what to do after you went to college. Then a red monster suddenly broke through the window. We couldn't beat him. He killed May..."
Happy's condition was not good either. One of his arms was bleeding, seemingly pierced by glass, and several of his ribs were broken. His face was covered in blood.
But the younger Peter, holding Aunt May's body, could not hear anything.
After all, Aunt May had raised him herself. He truly could not accept such painful news.
"What did the red monster look like? Was it a red skull?"
From Happy's description, the first thing Peter thought of was Red Skull from Hydra.
"It was a red and black monster, with a mouth full of fangs. He said he came for revenge, because Peter personally sent him to prison..."
Happy shook his head. Remembering what the monster had looked like at the time, he continued, "It probably wasn't a Hydra remnant."
"Did he say his name?"
"Carnage..."
"This universe is way too chaotic..."
Peter took a deep breath and muttered to himself.
With cracks appearing in the universe, it was not strange for people from other universes to appear.
But symbiotes appearing one after another was really giving him a headache.
Peter had no way to confirm which version of Carnage this was. Was it a comic version, an animated version, or some version he did not know?
After all, every version of Carnage had different combat power, just like every version of Spider-Man had different strengths. Tobey's Spider-Man leaned toward strength, Andrew's Spider-Man leaned toward speed, while the younger Peter's Spider-Man was more of a combination of the two, taking an average.
"You're Spider-Man too..."
"There's no time to talk about that right now! I have a way to save Aunt May!"
Peter's words were like a lamp in the darkness. The younger Peter, who had been drowning in grief, suddenly widened his eyes. It was as if he had found a direction again. He stood up excitedly, grabbed Peter's shoulders, and said, "Right, right, right! You know magic. You can definitely bring Aunt May back, right? How do we do it? Do we go to Hell and find Actos, or something?"
Clearly, the younger Peter knew quite a lot as well. He knew that dead souls had to pass under the control of the Hell lord Actos. But he did not know that the guy was not exactly reasonable. After all, he was a demon who ruled Hell.
Peter shook his head and said calmly, "If we did that, even if we brought Aunt May back, she wouldn't be human anymore. She'd become a kind of living dead. Magic is powerful, but it isn't omnipotent."
"Then what do we do?"
The younger Peter choked out the words, his face covered in tears. At that moment, he looked like a helpless child.
He had lost Mr. Stark, who had treated him very well. He had lost his parents and Uncle Ben when he was young. Now, he had even lost Aunt May. In this instant, it was as if the spine holding him up had been ripped away.
"Hey, kid. May died in my arms. Before she left, she asked me to tell you that with great power comes great responsibility. Don't become negative because your identity was exposed, and don't let other people's slander make you give up on yourself."
Happy stepped forward and patted the younger Peter's shoulder. In truth, he was not very good at comforting people, but he could empathize with the younger Peter, because it had been a long time since he had liked someone.
May was the only person he had liked in all these years.
"I know..."
"Then snap the hell out of it! Who said we can't save Aunt May just because magic won't work? Who are you making that pathetic face for?"
Seeing the younger Peter's dispirited expression, Peter suddenly became furious. He directly grabbed the younger Peter by the collar and slapped him across the face.
"Instead of giving up on yourself, think about how to get revenge! Think about how we're going to kill that bastard later! Not how you're going to drift through the rest of your life! You're Spider-Man, not some homeless guy on the street, and definitely not an elementary school kid! Even an elementary school kid would be stronger than you right now. Is this what she would want to see?"
That slap completely woke the younger Peter up. He wiped away his tears and stared straight at Peter.
"What do we do?"
"Call Strange and tell him to bring the symbiote container over. In a moment, I'll rewind time around this area. Aunt May will come back to life, and the killer will appear too. Stay fully focused."
Peter took out a virtual item from the system that looked similar to a clock. This was the one-time time-reversal skill the system had previously rewarded him with. Although it could only be used once, Peter did not feel any regret.
Changing the fate of Aunt May from another world carried meaning far beyond the item's own value.
The younger Peter nodded, immediately took out his phone, and called Doctor Strange. Three seconds later, a portal opened, and Doctor Strange walked in with an unshaven face. The moment he entered, he frowned.
"There's a strange special power fluctuation here. It's similar to magic, but it shouldn't be magic. Is this the symbiote you mentioned?"
"Yeah..."
"What are you going to do?"
Peter did not speak. He simply spread his awareness over the entire Queens district. He believed Carnage had not had time to escape Queens. If he rewound time, it would definitely bring him back here.
As Peter pressed the virtual clock, time reversed by half an hour.
The furniture inside the room began automatically repairing itself and returning to its original positions.
The hole in Aunt May's chest also gradually closed, and life returned to her little by little. Then she suddenly sat up, gasping for air.
"Hey, is this time magic?"
"It should be a kind of rule-based power. I can only use it once."
Peter showed him the virtual clock in his hand, which had already shattered, then continued, "Take the two of them away. Leave this place to us. Where's the bottle?"
Doctor Strange did not waste words. He directly transformed a bottle covered in runes into existence. It had many spells and restrictions engraved on it, more than enough to trap a symbiote.
"How do I use it?"
"You need to chant a spell and activate the magic."
"What spell?"
"The sky isn't big, the earth isn't big, I'm your dad and I'm the greatest."
"That's really twisted."
Peter took the bottle, then summoned a shadow portal and said, "Take them and leave quickly. That guy is almost back."
"Peter!"
"I'm ready."
Aunt May's resurrection was like a shot of adrenaline, violently reigniting the younger Peter's will to fight. Mixed with endless rage, his current state could be considered fully charged.
Just like that, Happy, who looked completely confused, and Aunt May, who looked even more confused after coming back from the dead, were taken away by Doctor Strange.
Bang!
The moment the shadow teleportation ended, the glass shattered. A thin, red figure like a demon appeared in front of Peter and the younger Peter.
And that was Carnage.
At that moment, Carnage looked completely confused.
Hadn't he already killed Peter Parker's family member here and planned to return to his lair?
Why had some strange force pulled him back? And why was this place intact again?
"Cletus! Have you thought about how you want to die at Spider-Man's hands?"
Peter used magic to summon the Shadowkhan Army, surrounding the area completely. If the other party showed any signs of trying to escape, he would be blocked. There was no way he could run.
"Is he that creep who killed little girls?"
At that moment, the younger Peter also remembered. He had personally sent this guy to prison, and what Cletus had done was so shocking and disgusting. He just had not expected this guy to break out of prison and become the host of a symbiote.
"I am Carnage! Carnage!"
As soon as he spoke, the monster's confusion was replaced by a vicious emotion. Looking at his state, Peter immediately knew this was Carnage from the 1994 animated series.
Fortunately, this Carnage's abilities were not that abnormal. In fact, he might not even be able to beat the two Venoms spreading across the internet today.
Thinking of this, Peter used magic to form two black flames. One of the black flames floated in front of the younger Peter.
"This guy is weak to noise and high heat. Hurry up and enchant your fists. Beat him so badly his dad won't recognize him."
As Peter spoke, he split one of the flames apart, and both of his hands were suddenly covered in black fire.
The younger Peter copied him and covered his fists with the flames as well. Then he could not help asking, "Shouldn't it be 'beat him so badly his mom won't recognize him'? Why did you change the line?"
"I didn't want to change it either..."
"But he's just like his host..."
"Neither of them has a mom."
(End of Chapter)
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