Omnitrix in MCU

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The city lights blurred past as Ben's car raced through the streets, tires screeching against the asphalt. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he pushed the car's speed to its limit. The GPS on the dashboard blinked, showing the coordinates Peter had sent, guiding him toward an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

Ben exhaled sharply, his mind running through the situation. If Peter needed backup, things had to be serious.

His fingers moved to the Omnitrix on his wrist. With a swift tap, a green glow spread over his body. In an instant, his casual clothes were replaced by the sleek, high-tech white suit. The transformation was smooth, almost second nature now—an upgrade he had integrated using Grey Matter's genius.

The moment the suit fully formed, his car's panel lit up with an incoming call.

Peter's voice came through—frantic, breathless.

"Ben, it'd really help if you got here like, right now!"

In the background, chaos erupted—the sharp crackle of electricity, the sound of metal shattering, followed by a loud crash. Ben could even hear Peter grunt, likely dodging an incoming attack.

Ben cursed under his breath.

"Dude, you can't hold on for five minutes?"

"My bad, man, but unless you want fried Spider for dinner, GET HERE FAST!"** Peter yelled, the call cutting off with the sound of something exploding in the background.**

Ben narrowed his eyes.

He slammed his foot down on the accelerator. The car roared forward, weaving through traffic like a blur of white and black. His mind sharpened—no distractions now.

As the factory loomed ahead, Ben mentally prepped himself.

If Peter was struggling, that meant whoever they were fighting wasn't just some average thug.

And that meant Ben wasn't holding back.

The abandoned factory was a war zone. Broken machinery, shattered beams, and piles of debris littered the space, illuminated only by the flickering sparks of loose electrical wires and the occasional burst of lightning from Electro.

Peter Parker could feel it in the way his muscles screamed in protest, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his suit—already torn and scorched—barely clung to his body. The fight had dragged on longer than he'd hoped, and with every passing second, his odds of survival shrank.

And yet, he smiled.

"Man," Peter huffed, rolling his shoulders as he dodged another wild swing from Rhino, "you guys sure know how to make a guy feel special. What's the occasion? Villain Team-Building Retreat? Group therapy session?"

Rhino snarled, wiping webbing from his face. "Enough talk, insect! I crush you now!"

Peter's Spider-Sense flared.

A shadow moved in the corner of his eye—too late.

A green mist exploded from above, spreading through the factory like a thick fog, making the entire battlefield shift and distort.

Peter's vision blurred.

The broken machinery melted into a surreal landscape of twisting illusions. The walls of the factory seemed to stretch infinitely, and the villains around him distorted—growing larger, monstrous.

Peter groaned, pressing his fingers against his temples. "Oh, great," he muttered. "And here I was hoping for just the regular bunch of lunatics."

A deep chuckle echoed through the fog.

"Ah, Spider-Man," a voice purred. "Still so naive. So predictable."

Peter narrowed his eyes. That voice—he didn't recognize it.

"Dude, what? Still naive and predictable? This is the second time we're meeting—don't start forming relationships with me."

The illusionist stepped forward, his flowing cape billowing around him, the glowing fishbowl helmet on his head pulsing with eerie green light. His holograms danced through the air, twisting the environment into a nightmarish dreamscape.

Peter hated fighting these fishbowls.

Not because they were particularly powerful, but because they were a headache.

"Y'know, Fishbowl," Peter groaned, shaking his head as the world around him twisted, "ever thought of opening an amusement park? Your visuals are great, but your execution? Kinda overdone."

Mysterio smirked beneath his helmet, waving a hand. The illusions shifted—Spider-Man saw dozens of versions of himself, all tangled in webs, trapped, defeated.

Peter's stomach churned. These weren't his memories, but they felt personal.

"Illusions or not," Peter muttered, tightening his fists, "I'm still gonna kick your fishbowl."

Before he could make a move, a heavy force slammed into his back.

Peter grunted as he crashed to the ground, rolling over just in time to see a massive figure towering over him.

His chest tightened.

The man was huge, clad in a thick fur-lined vest, his muscular arms covered in scars from countless hunts. A serrated hunting knife gleamed in his grip, and his piercing, predatory eyes locked onto Peter with amusement.

Kraven grinned. "Finally. A worthy hunt."

Peter groaned, wiping blood from his lip. "Oh, come on! I don't even taste good. Don't eat everything you see!"

Kraven lunged.

Peter rolled, narrowly avoiding a dagger strike aimed at his throat. He kicked up, aiming for Kraven's chest, but the hunter barely staggered, grabbing Peter's leg mid-air and slamming him into the ground.

Hard.

Peter choked, his vision swimming from the impact.

Kraven pressed his knee against Peter's chest, pinning him down.

"You have eluded me for too long, Spider," Kraven said, a savage grin on his face. "Tonight, the hunt ends."

Peter struggled, gritting his teeth. He couldn't break free.

"Dude, again? First time seeing you."

Above him, Electro gathered another surge of energy, his hands crackling with raw electricity.

"Hold him still," Electro grinned. "Let's fry the bug."

Peter's mind raced. He was pinned, surrounded, and his body was too battered to keep dodging forever.

And then—

A bright green flash ignited the room.

A surge of electricity crackled in the air—but not from Electro.

The villains turned just in time to see something absorbing the energy.

A figure clad in black and green, its sleek form pulsing with luminous circuits, long tendrils extending from its back, draining Electro's attack like a sponge.

A distorted, crackling voice filled the air.

"You should be more careful with that. Someone could get hurt."

Kraven's eyes narrowed.

Mysterio's illusions flickered.

Electro's jaw tightened.

And Peter?

He smirked.