Before he could respond, the doors slid open again, and Perry returned, tossing a datapad onto the table in front of him.
"That's everything we've got on known anomalies and dinsional signatures," she said curtly, then added under her breath, "And no, you're not the most handso version of yourself. You're tied with two others."
Dave laughed, leaning back in the chair. "I'll take that as a complint. So what's next? Any weird spikes in energy lately? Strange portals, mirror worlds, evil twins...?"
Perry and Furiosa exchanged a glance.
"There was sothing," Furiosa said, tapping her chin. "About a week ago, a reality pulse hit the lower Manhattan area. We traced it back to a research facility owned by Oscorp—this world's version, obviously."
"Let guess," Dave said, already standing, "the sa Oscorp that likes playing with tech they don't understand and ends up unleashing chaos?"
Perry raised an eyebrow. "You really are from another world."
Dave stretched and cloaked himself once more. "Then let's pay Oscorp a visit, shall we? Sothing tells they're either poking where they shouldn't... or sothing's already poked back."
"The forr leader of Oscorp is now the Green Goblin—mass murderer and a powerful foe," Perry said as they walked through the corridors of the Helicarrier. "I've been keeping her in check so far."
Dave paused mid-step. "Wait... her?" he repeated, arching an eyebrow.
Perry gave him a side glance, then smirked. "Yeah, if you're from a world with Norman Osborn, welco to the gender-bent parallel universe, cowboy."
Dave chuckled under his breath, scratching the back of his head. "Figures. Multiverse really be out here running wild with the character cards, huh? Genderbent Green Goblin, Spider-Woman, Lady Fury... next you'll tell there's a female Thanos in heels."
Perry didn't answer. She just raised an eyebrow.
"...No way. Seriously?"
"Focus," she said dryly.
Dave grinned, "So... we going to et this lady Goblin?"
Perry shook her head. "No need. The dinsional pulses we picked up? They're all centered around her. She's the anchor point—and whatever is coming, it's tied directly to her. If we move too early, we might scare off whatever's trying to breach this world."
"Or we might give her enough ti to fully tear a hole through reality," Dave muttered, his eyes narrowing. "Guess I'll have to et the Green Goblin after all. Even if she's wearing lipstick and lunacy."
"She too wear heels" Furiosa said suddenly.
Dave gave her a blank look, the kind that said, "Really? heels?" He didn't even bother replying, just shook his head with a faint sigh and continued walking down the corridor, boots echoing softly against the Helicarrier's tal floors.
Furiosa watched him for a mont, brow raised, then muttered under her breath, "Did I say sothing wrong?"
Perry shook her head but didn't answer.
Furiosa returned to her desk, still puzzled. "Her heels are like rocket launchers," she mumbled, pulling up the secure console. The screen glowed to life as she typed rapidly, bringing up every scrap of data they'd managed to gather on Dave Garcia—or at least, this version of him.
She leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing as line after line of intel scrolled past. His vitals were... unstable, but powerful. Residual energy signatures across multiple spectrums. Magic, demonic essence, even what looked like traces of Asgardian runes. And that was just his aura reading.
"You're not just so kid who wandered in from another world," she whispered to herself. "You're sothing else entirely."
Her eyes lingered on a highlighted section:
Power Source: UNKNOWN. Power Index: Red Level Threat. Potential: Unquantifiable. Behavioral Analysis: Calm, unpredictable. High threat with unclear allegiance.
"Great," she muttered, rubbing her temple. "A dinsion-hopping wildcard with the power to bend reality and a casual attitude toward rocket-heeled villains."
Just then, a ping ca through her system—dinsional activity flaring again... from within the city. And at the center of it?
Lady Goblin.
Furiosa hit the comms, "Perry, he's gonna get that eting sooner than he thought. The Lady Goblin's on the move."
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Inside a concealed Oscorp sub-facility far beneath the city, Eve Osborn, known to SHIELD as Lady Goblin, stood alone in a lab lit by pale blue LEDs. Walls lined with cryo-chambers and reinforced alloy containers gave the room a cold, clinical feel.
On the central operating table rested a container marked with high-level Oscorp security codes: Project G-KING_Σ.
Eve typed a sequence of biotric codes into the console with her gloved hand. Her other hand held a data chip she had acquired by infiltrating a sealed vault from a collapsed universe—a universe where Oscorp had fully perfected the Goblin King Serum using synthetic adrenal boosters and neural remapping tech.
The screen blinked:
"Geno-match confird. Initiating hybrid sequence."
chanical arms unfolded, carefully extracting the serum from its cryo-case. It wasn't glowing or supernatural—it was viscous, almost tar-like, containing engineered nanomachines and adrenaline-modulating compounds. This was the next step in human enhancent through bio-tech.
Eve pulled her hair back and attached a cerebral link band to her temple. "This won't be like Norman's unstable trash," she muttered, opening a small valve and injecting the serum into a subdermal port just under her rib.
For a few seconds, nothing.
Then her pulse rose. Neural pathways flared—not with pain, but with sharp clarity. Her muscles contracted, her senses sharpened. Data from the headband stread across the monitors—everything was within safe thresholds. Unlike Norman, she had refined this formula for controlled aggression and sustained augntation. No insanity. No voices. Just optimized performance.
She stepped off the table, flexing her fingers.
Her armor responded imdiately. A new exosuit design, lightweight but incredibly durable, assembled itself over her bodysuit from the surrounding drones—adaptive material, responsive to muscle movents and capable of shock absorption.
A small drone floated to her side and beeped.
"Power readings are stabilizing. Reaction ti improved by 47%. Muscle fiber density increased by 63%. Neural processing speed doubled."
Eve smirked. "Good. Let's run the next test. Load data from Parker-Alpha. I want to simulate her combat patterns."
The drone chirped and projected a 3D model of Perry Parker, Spider-Woman of this world.
"Soon, Perry," she muttered, tightening her gauntlet straps. "You'll realize Oscorp doesn't need redemption. It needs leadership."
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