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Spidey immediately ran off to find Reaper.... who, sadly, was the only person even remotely like an authority figure in the immediate vicinity. Upon finding him, he came up short. Was he... watching a movie? "... um... Hi. Can I talk to you for a second?"

He blinked. "Rogue! Perfect. Okay, now we just need the rest of the X-men, and we'll be good!"

((Redirected do to Madame Webb's Meddling, Enter Spiderman (Eddie Brock) from Gotham City))



A temporal vortex opened up and Eddie found himself web zipping directly into a pillar. He slammed directly into the column with tremendous force, obvious a gift from the old lady."Son of a who-...."He looked around rather confused, wasn't he supposed to go to the museum? His face really hurt after hitting it, lucky he had healing to help him deal with it. The old lady probably only did it because of that reason. He got onto the roof and started searching for his counterpart."The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout..."He started singing the melody and stopped when he spotted the rather tastless red and blue.

He jumped down to make contact with him."You know, your a real pain to find, especially when I'm forced to."He declared, crossing his arms to wait for a reply. He wasn't sure what exactly Madame Webb wanted him to do, but for now he guessed explaining it to soft web would suffice.

"Oh, look," Peter said dully, false surprise dripping from every syllable, "It's another Spider-man. What a twist. I swear, part of me is becoming convinced that my life is being written by M. Night Shamalan. ANyway," he continued pointedly, turning back to Reaper, "There is this crazy evil organization under the Museum in Gotham; I mean... this is beyond Fisk-level resources, and they're really, really well equipped." Never mind the tentacle monsters; he didn't want to think about those. "I get the feeling they're still in the building/planning stage, though, so if you could just go down there and do your crazy duplicaty-fire powers thing BEFORE they try to take over and kill/enslave/whatever us all, that would be really great."

Here he paused for a breath, then answered Rogue with a shrug. "Sure. You know how it goes."

Did he really just ignore Brock? Eddie didn't give a lickety split who this guy was, he was talking. He grabbed him and removed his mask raising a fist for a smack at his jaw."Listen you little twerp, I didn't ask to.....Parker? Pe-...Peter Parker?"He released his grip, and put his hand over his mouth trying to hold back a laugh.

"Peter Parker is Spiderman? Oh joy, next you'll tell me Rogue's torpedoes are larger under that piece."He joked, still to shocked to believe it, but then again, he wondered, what of his realities Venom? The possibilities were endless, maybe it was J. Jonah Jameson. Now that would be a laugh, slamming his name in the paper by day, and slamming his bones in the streets by night.

"Look Parker, personally, I'm no fan of your's either, but some old hag in a spidey suit, big shocker there. For some reason called me and I guess wants you too, so get your little web accessories lunch pal and follow me back inside the portal before I kick your narrow butt so hard, both of you and my reality's Parker will feel it."He declared, finally regaining composure after such a big turn of events. Now he had a reason, all he needed, to be a jerk towards this reality's Spiderman. He tossed his mask back, waiting for a response that was more important then the hag, he actually was hoping for one, that and the chance to pop Parker in the jaw to see if it felt the same back at home. Oooooh precious memories.

Rogue blinked, "Dang. Ah thought Ah had issues. Waitaminute. You're that guy who.... takes pictures of Spider-Man... And you sell 'em to the Bugle which hates yer guts. That's actually funny."

She saw the potential fight coming stepping in to separate the two, "Whoa there. Come on fellas, Let's not do this. We got some sorta communist takeover goin down out there!"

"Emo, this coming from the loon who cried after murdering his own Aunt and Uncle. Just goes to show, if you can't handle the suit then step out of th symbiote. To think, you couldn't get the picture when I blew your sorry sack to kingdom come and Mary Jane is still giving me crap. You and your pole dancing little red haired tramp can eat a pil-.........some chick, really old, tarantula scheme on here in red, had a big webby chair, stopped time itself and sent the sickest visions through my head, that senile old bat needs to have the plug pulled if you ask me."He was right about to go over the edge into more darkly words, but he casually interrupted himself to explain the situation, if a bit bluntly and rude. He wasn't really paying attention to Rogue at the time as he relayed the info. Heck it seemed like things had calmed down as easily as they'd risen.

Rogue cleared her throat, "Ummmm, Gentlemen, could we please focus on the problem at hand. Like the wacko commies goose-steppin outside, or some inter-dimensional bein snatchin heroes.... Maybe?"



Sydney walked up, "I believe I've found something inter... What the bloody hell is going on?"