Spiderman Across The Multiverse

     After having been complicit in murder and making excuses for a woman who wouldn't do the same for him, a young man returns calmly to his grand mansion. Unaware of the danger he will be facing in the following sixty minutes, he wanders the halls of his desolate mansion looking for a non-existent explanation. The great Jay Gatsby had just witnessed a gut-wrenching scene; his one and only true love, flashing a warm smile and batting heart-struck eyes at her unfaithful husband Tom Buchanan. Confused and betrayed, Gatsby heads to his room, the only place in his house he feels at home. While simmering in his self-pity, he cooks up a plan to show Daisy Buchanan what kind of a man she is in love with. Determined to make things work with Daisy and run away together to their happily ever after, Gatsby heads to his unutilized pool, ready to do things he's never done before. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one determined to try new things. Hiding in the shadows, praying for his downfall was George Wilson, with a gun in hand ready to take the life of a man he didn't know, on the word of a man who had lied to him for years. Naivety and determination were to be the downfall of both men. Except, today they had a guardian angel looking over their shoulder.

    The multiverse is a strange thing. It is unpredictable. It can be tested and toyed with, but ultimately it decides where you go. Peter Parker learned this the hard way. While trying to figure out a way to open portals to different universes in his lab, Peter was pulled unwillingly into one of his trials. A trial in which he tried connecting his mind to the destination he wished to go to, fate took him to where his mind was. Peter woke up, having been tossed straight into Gatsby's backyard, in a place unrecognizable to him. He stumbled for his mask, concealing his identity for safety. Lost and confused Peter stood up and rubbed his head, which had broken his fall, when he started hearing voices. In a panic, Peter thought to himself: 'Oh god. Is this the start of my career as a mad schizophrenic scientist?' But no, he soon realized it was the voices of two men, both anxious and uncertain. Analyzing the situation, one was holding a gun, the other standing in front of a pool, both hands in the air with a reassuring and comforting smile paired with wide, strikingly white eyes. It was a scene oddly familiar to a part of the book Peter was reading in English class. 

"Listen, old-", suggested Gatsby.

"Don't-don't call me that. I am not your friend. You killed her", muttered Wilson.

"Mr... Wilson, is it?", Gatsby paused for a response.

"Shut up! You killed her."

'Huh. Is it possible the lingering ICE on The Great Gatsby that has taken over a part of my thought process has resulted in my experiment taking me to the universe the story actually takes place?' Peter reasoned to himself, and after looking over the scenario once again he concurred this was exactly what had happened. If that's true...

Wilson took the safety off the gun. He rearranged himself, so that his body was braced for his shot. Peter's instincts kicked in, and suddenly a string of spiderwebs shot through the bushes past Wilson directly to his gun, where he was unarmed. Peter walked into the scene, gun in hand, as Wilson and Gatsby stared in awe at the man in red and blue tights. 

"Hey there boys. Ima just unarm this real quick. You don't mind right George?", as Wilson began to object, Peter began taking the bullets out of the gun, "Great thanks. It just makes this whole thing a lot easier."

Peter handed the gun back to Mr. Wilson as Gatsby inquired, "I'm sorry who are you?"

"I'm not your enemy. I'm here to help. No one has to die today, I just need you guys to listen to me. Can you do that?", both men look at each other, confused, then back and Peter nodding yes. "Wonderful. George, how about we don't listen to the man who your wife had been cheating on you with to tell you who killed her? And Jay, how about we stop defending the woman that made no attempt at defending your reputation when Tom was absolutely destroying it? Now Mr. Gatsby, you are going to go back to town with Mr. Wilson, and you are going to tell police that Daisy was the one driving. Rich people don't need anyone to watch their backs. Mr. Wilson, you will probably be offered a large sum of money so this thing doesn't go to trail and so Daisy can get less time in prison. You are going to take the money and go west, wherever you were going to go with Myrtle, and you are going to start again. You will both move on and not speak of this again. Agreed?" Both men nodded. "Great. I am now going to find a way home. I have a very important in class essay to do tomorrow and I can't miss. Bye-bye then!"

The End

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