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Meanwhile, Gwen was lying on her bed at home, her laptop open in front of her, when Baymax's voice suddenly spoke through her earpiece.
"Miss Gwen, Peter is repairing a device without informing Sir Ben. The device appears to be a dimension-traveling mechanism similar to the one Sir Ben created."
Gwen's eyes widened in shock. "Show me the video."
A holographic display flickered to life, projecting footage of Peter working on the device. Gwen's gaze sharpened as she recognized its components.
"This thing… when connected to the Null Void gun, could be used for multiversal travel," Baymax confirmed.
Gwen's expression darkened. "What else did he say?"
"He instructed me not to upload the device's data to Sir Ben's personal server."
Gwen clenched her jaw. "Damn it… he's been compromised. That damn Otto got to him."
Without wasting another second, she ordered, "Baymax, add a security lock to the device. If Peter tries to connect it to the Null Void gun, it shouldn't function until I say so. Also, track Peter's stingers—if he's even a little bit smart, there should be a tracking device hidden in them."
Baymax's LED eyes blinked. "Tracking complete. His location has been identified."
Gwen tapped her bracelet, and in an instant, her pink and white Spider-Woman suit materialized around her. Without hesitation, she leaped out of her window and started swinging toward Peter's location.
At the same time, Ben was in his private lab, analyzing Baymax's code on a holographic screen. The complex programming language he was reviewing wasn't ordinary—it was Galvanic, a language he had learned thanks to the Omnitrix and Grey Matter's intelligence.
Ben narrowed his eyes. "I wouldn't have even noticed this if Baymax's failsafe hadn't activated…" His eyes darted to a specific line of code glowing red. "Who the hell updated you, Baymax? Or should I say… which Ben did?"
Frustration creeping in, he quickly adjusted the parameters, restoring Baymax's system to its original state. The moment he uploaded the corrected code, a hidden update self-destructed within Baymax's data logs.
Then, Baymax's voice came through once more. "My parameters have been restored, Sir Ben Tennyson."
Ben exhaled. "Good. Now tell me—who tampered with your system?"
Baymax paused. "All relevant data was deleted. However, the signal can be tracked. As per your previous modifications, I retained a copy of the device from which the update originated."
Ben's eyes narrowed. "Then track it. I want to know exactly where this came from."
"Tracking in progress, sir."
Ben leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the desk.
Gwen arrived at the location Baymax had traced, landing silently on the rooftop of a run-down warehouse. Tapping the spider emblem on her chest, she activated stealth mode—her suit's color shifting to blend into the shadows. Slowly, she crawled along the ceiling, moving with precision as she listened in on the voices below.
"When the hell is Otto going to fix that damn thing?" a frustrated voice grumbled.
A second voice, crackling with electricity, scoffed. "None of this would've happened if Ghost-spider hadn't interfered. We were just stealing some tech from Tennyson Industries—then you, Mysterio, had to mess with a dimension-traveling device."
Gwen's eyes narrowed.
Another voice, calm but annoyed, chimed in. "What's the big deal? Why are we even thinking about going back? This place isn't that advanced in technology yet. We could kill the heroes here and live however we want."
Gwen recognized the voice—Kevin hunter
Then Vulture spoke up, his voice laced with irritation. "And then what? I didn't sign up for this. I just want to go back. And don't forget—Ben is still here."
Silence filled the warehouse. The weight of those words settled over the group.
"Our Ben is always busy dealing with galactic threats. He barely pays attention to Earth," Kevin muttered. "But this one… he'll hunt us down."
A tense pause. Even they knew that Ben Tennyson wasn't someone to take lightly.
Scorpion, who had been leaning against a crate, let out an annoyed grunt. "Whatever." He stood up, cracking his neck. "I'm gonna go pay Spider-Kid a visit. Might as well take my frustration out on him."
She had to act fast.
Gwen followed Scorpion through the dimly lit corridors, her stealth mode activated as she crawled along the ceiling. Her breathing was controlled, steady—she had to be careful. She wasn't sure how many enemies were around, but she knew one thing: Peter was in trouble.
She finally reached a storage room where Peter sat tied to a chair. His hands were bound behind his back, and his web-shooters, gloves, and stingers were placed on a metal table just out of his reach.
Scorpion cracked his neck as he walked up to Peter, flexing his fingers. "You know, Spider-Kid, you really don't shut up, do you?"
Peter rolled his eyes. "You guys kidnapped me. What, did you expect me to sit here quietly and enjoy the hospitality?"
Scorpion growled, slamming a fist into Peter's gut. Peter coughed but managed to smirk. "Man, you really gotta work on your aim. That tickled."
Scorpion's expression darkened. "You think this is funny? You're the reason we're in this mess! Every damn time, you or Ghost-Spider show up and ruin everything!"
Peter snorted. "Ohhh, I get it now. She keeps kicking your ass, doesn't she?"
Scorpion's jaw tightened. "Every damn time!" He clenched his fists. "I try to do my job, steal some high-tech gear, make a name for myself—and boom! There she is! On the news, embarrassing me in front of the whole city! I used to be feared, dammit!"
Peter winced as he leaned back. "Oof. So, what you're saying is… you got beat up by a girl, and now your fragile villain ego is shattered?"
Scorpion snapped. "Say that again, you little—!"
Before he could throw another punch—
A sharp burst of electricity surged through his neck. His body convulsed, his eyes rolling back as he let out a garbled grunt before collapsing to the floor.
Peter blinked.
Standing behind Scorpion, compact electro-shock Coming from her hands, was Spider-Woman.
She tilted her head, her white lenses narrowing. "You sure talk a lot for someone who complains about chatterboxes."
Peter's jaw dropped. "Wait—you'r ghostspider?"
She sighed and started untying his restraints. "Suuuure, let's just say my name out loud in enemy territory. Real smart, Parker."
Peter grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry. But—holy crap, how did you know my name!"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Shut up. Come on, we need to move before the others show up."
As she freed Peter's hands, he massaged his wrists and glanced down at Scorpion's unconscious form. "Man, he really has it out for you."
Gwen smirked. "Not my fault he sucks."
"Scorpion? Hey, what's taking so long?"
Gwen's lenses narrowed. "Crap. We've got company."
Peter and Gwen exchanged glances. It was time to move.