The portal Strange had opened wasn't just a gateway to another place—it was a gateway to other worlds. The group stepped through, their surroundings shifting and warping as they moved between realities. They emerged in a world that looked both familiar and foreign. New York City was there, but it was futuristic, with flying cars and towering spires of steel.
"Where are we?" Spider-Man asked, glancing around.
"This," Strange said, "is Earth-928. A reality where the Avengers never existed. But here, we'll find the heroes we need."
Suddenly, a figure zipped by them at incredible speed. A man in a blue and red suit, different from Peter's, skidded to a halt in front of them. His eyes narrowed beneath a futuristic visor.
"Who are you people, and why are you in my city?" he asked.
Strange stepped forward. "Miguel O'Hara—Spider-Man 2099—we need your help."
Miguel crossed his arms, his posture defensive. "Help with what, exactly?"
Before Strange could explain, the dark versions of the heroes from their reality burst through a portal behind them, unleashing chaos in the streets. Buildings began to collapse as Dark Thor slammed his hammer into the ground, sending shockwaves through the earth.
Miguel looked back at the destruction. "Okay, that's new. You better start talking."
"We're assembling the Guardians of the Multiverse," Tony said, stepping forward. "We need you."
Miguel smirked, pulling down his visor. "Alright. I'm in."
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To be continued...