"I'm gonna put some dirt in your eye."

*shwp!*

"Dude! What the fuck?!" 

Tom Parker found himself rolling on the ground, vigorously rubbing his eyes in a desperate attempt to ease the burning sensation caused by the dirt that had gotten into them. 

His mouth hung wide open as he struggled to catch his breath. The gritty particles were everywhere, causing his eyes to sting relentlessly. In the midst of his discomfort, a loud scream escaped his lips, a mix of frustration and pain.

"You are supposed to be helping me!"

Peter absentmindedly scratched his neck, followed by a playful "teehee," mimicking the mannerisms of an eighth-grade syndrome kid. The Green Goblin erupted into hearty laughter, and the way he looked at Peter seemed to suggest an unexpected camaraderie between them. 

With deliberate slowness, he sank to his knees, his gaze fixed intently on Tom's face, subtly toying with his emotions.

"You swing around, pretending to be a hero. But deep down, you know you're just a failure, rig- *cough!* cough!!* *cough!!!*

Just as the Green Goblin was about to conclude his sentence, Peter acted swiftly, flinging a handful of sand directly into his mouth. Instantly, the villain's words were replaced by fits of coughing and sputtering as he desperately tried to expel the gritty sand he had inadvertently swallowed. 

He choked several times, and a few grains of sand even escaped from his nose due to the accidental intrusion into his windpipe. The unexpected interruption had left him both startled and struggling for composure.

Peter swiveled around to face Tom, a bright and cheerful smile lighting up his face, reminiscent of his endearing "Lover" persona. With a playful gesture, he gave a gentle nudge to his monocle and began to speak.

"T'is a miracle mon chou."

Amidst his fit of coughing, Tom nearly facepalmed, a mix of amusement and exasperation evident on his face. Despite his discomfort, a small smile threatened to appear as he shook his head at the antics of his alternate self. Through the coughs, he managed to utter a few words.

"I hate you."

With a grin adorning his face, Peter stood by Aunt May's side as she advanced toward the Green Goblin, who bore a striking resemblance to Willem Dafoe. 

Aunt May wasted no time, launching a series of ferocious punches at the villain. A resounding right hook landed square on his face, followed by a forceful left hook to his stomach. 

Without hesitation, she delivered a few well-placed kicks to his private area, leaving him grimacing in pain. It was a no-holds-barred retaliation, as Aunt May unleashed her fury on the surprised Green Goblin, showing him that she wasn't to be trifled with.

"ARGH!"

"OH!"

"OUCH!"

"SAVE M- AAAARGH NO! Not MY BALLSZ!!!"

By the time Aunt May was done, the Green Goblin appeared thoroughly battered, his demeanor significantly diminished. Peter extended a helping hand to Tom, assisting him in getting back on his feet. 

Side by side, they watched in awe as Aunt May continued to decisively overpower the once formidable villain. As they observed her one-sided domination, a wordless exchange passed between Peter and Tom, a mutual understanding evident in their glances.

'Never provoke Aunt May's dark side.'

Having finished her impressive display, Aunt May finally turned around. Catching sight of the bewildered expressions on her nephew's and Lord's faces, she responded with a nonchalant shrug, her tone light as she began to speak.

"He deserved it."

Peter instantly lampooned inwardly, 'Maybe I should have not turned her into a lizard..."

With a shake of his head, Peter directed his gaze upwards, where a massive raven-lizard was now gracefully circling the sky, its impressive size spanning at least 35 feet. 

Resembling something out of the prehistoric era, it bore a striking resemblance to a pterodactyl. What caught Peter's attention, even more, was the unexpected detail—a crystal monocle adorning its form, and perched upon its back was a mouse-lizard, dressed impeccably in a tiny suit, engaged in deep meditation.

As the mouse-lizard slowly opened its eyes, an aura of wisdom and profoundness seemed to radiate from its very being. Even from the ground, everyone present couldn't help but feel the weight of its insight, and the twinkle in its eyes exuded a sense of enlightenment that was palpable.

Andrew Parker and Tobey Parker stood side by side, their jaws dropping in sheer awe at the sight of the colossal raven-lizard. Their astonishment was plain to see as they struggled to take in the spectacle before them. 

Observing their reactions, Dr. Strange couldn't help but let out a resigned sigh, his hand moving to give their backs comforting pats.

"There are creatures much more strange. Get used to it."

With a gradual nod, Andrew and Tobey moved forward, making their way toward Peter and the group. As they approached, Tom Parker shared a heartfelt reunion with Aunt May, a mixture of relief and happiness evident on his face. He expressed his gladness that she was still alive, for the second time.

Casting a glance at her, Tom addressed Aunt May with a concerned tone. "Are MJ and Ned okay?"

Aunt May nodded, her smile gentle and reassuring. "They're perfectly fine."

Turning her attention to Peter, she continued. "You've certainly won Ned over as an admirer."

Peter's eyebrow arched in surprise at Aunt May's revelation. Reflecting on the contrast between the Ned he knew from his home universe and the jovial, wholesome Ned of the MCU, he found himself appreciating the latter's positive demeanor. A warm smile curved his lips as he responded, 

"He really is a good kid."

Aunt May's lips formed a tender smile as she stepped closer to him, ruffling his hair. Her voice held warmth as she spoke, 

"And you, Peter, are also a good kid."

Peter let out a light chuckle and playfully took hold of Aunt May's hand that was ruffling his hair. Gently pinching her hand, he began to massage her palm with his thumb, all the while maintaining a mischievous grin. 

"Sure, I might be a good kid during the day," he quipped, "but who's to say what kind of trouble I might stir up at night?"

Aunt May's laughter filled the air, her response a delightful blend of blushing, embarrassment, and genuine happiness. 

Her nod was accompanied by a soft smile, and she couldn't resist the urge to playfully pinch Peter's cheeks as she affectionately remarked, 

"You're quite the cheeky boy, aren't you?"

Aunt May had become accustomed to Peter's teasing, and surprisingly, she found herself embracing it. She appreciated his candid nature and the genuine attention he paid to even the smallest of details that held significance to her. 

His straightforwardness was refreshing and enjoyable. It was a change of pace that she had come to relish. 

She couldn't help but muse.

'If only Happy was happier....'

As Tom observed the heartwarming scene unfolding before him, he found himself rubbing his eyes in disbelief. 

A mixture of jealousy, insecurity and a hint of horror welled up within him as he witnessed his aunt's affectionate interaction with his alternate counterpart. 

Amidst his conflicting emotions, a humorous thought crossed his mind, causing him to inwardly muse, 

'Do I still have some dust in my eye?'

A throaty cough from Dr. Strange broke the moment, drawing everyone's attention. Positioned behind him were Tobey Parker and Andrew Parker, adopting a sidekick-like stance. Dr. Strange's gaze shifted to Peter as he addressed him with a no-nonsense tone. 

"The box. I want that back."

With a confident smile, Peter took a step forward, his arms opening wide to present a gesture of transparency. He executed a full 360° turn, allowing everyone to see that he held no magic box within his possession. 

Dr. Strange's patience seemed to wear thin as he clutched his head, his gaze fixed on Peter. He spoke with a sense of urgency and firmness, his words punctuated with a clear sense of determination. 

"Listen, kid. I really don't have time for this. Just give me the box."

As the weight of the situation settled, Peter couldn't help but hesitate. The question gnawed at him: Should he return the magic box to Dr. Strange? Recalling events from the movie, where the box had been destroyed, he pondered whether that was a canonical outcome.

Uncertainty clouded his thoughts—what might transpire if he handed over the box to Dr. Strange now?

Caught in a mix of seriousness and irony, Peter mused internally, 

'To give, or not to give?'

Peter's contemplation took a few moments, during which he weighed his options carefully. He was keenly aware of the stakes involved. 

The idea of tampering with significant canon events had its consequences, and he recognized that preserving the overarching narrative was essential. While he had already pushed boundaries, he understood that some aspects remained untouched. 

The thought of potential incursions or worse outcomes loomed ominously.

With a plan forming in his mind, Peter reached into his pocket and retrieved a napkin. Fixing his gaze on Dr. Strange, he initiated a conversation that hinged on a single, pivotal question.

"Wanna see a magic trick?"

Dr. Strange's curt response was immediate. "No."

Peter's reply was swift and laced with a touch of playful disappointment. "Too bad."

Surveying the assembled Spider-Men, the now fully formed Sandman, and Dr. Strange, Peter laid out a proposition. He addressed the group with a mixture of challenge.

"If you can manage to defeat me," he stated, a spark of anticipation in his eyes, "then the Machina di Kaddavus is all yours."

He ultimately surrendered to the whims of fate, even though he held little belief in its power. 

This was his plan.

Very simple.

Dr. Strange's exasperation was palpable, as he exchanged a knowing look with the other Spider-Men that seemed to say, 'I told you so.'

Andrew let out an eye-roll, his gaze shifting towards Peter as he opened his mouth to speak. It was as if he couldn't help but express his exasperation.

"Sure, let's do this the old w-

Just as Andrew was about to wrap up his sentence, a sudden blow landed squarely in his stomach, sending him tumbling to the ground. Everyone exchanged puzzled glances, scanning their surroundings in bewilderment, only to realize that Peter had mysteriously disappeared into thin air.

"Did he just... vanish?"

Suddenly down from the skies descended a colossal raven, its wings casting a shadow as it zeroed in on Dr. Strange. 

With relentless determination, the avian giant commenced a relentless pecking assault on Dr. Strange's head, effectively diverting his attention away from any magical endeavors, even the once-impeccable red supermanish cloak bore the brunt, now sporting a few tattered holes.

Tobey's eyelids gently shut, his concentration honing in on his spider senses. Abruptly, his eyes snapped open, his reflexes kicking in just in time to sidestep an unseen punch hurtling toward him. The classic Spider-Man skillfully evaded a series of jabs, displaying his trademark agility. 

Yet, the situation took a sharp nosedive when a tumultuous turn of events unfolded. Jolts of electric energy surged forth, catching Tobey off guard and subjecting him to a shocking bout of electrification.

However, for Tobey, this was a mere bump in the road. Locking onto the impending attack, he swiftly seized the invisible Peter Parker's hand with his webbing, leveraging his advantage to deliver a swift and well-aimed kick that caught his unseen opponent off guard. The tables had turned, and Tobey was making sure to demonstrate his dominance.

Rubbing his jaw, Peter gradually materialized, his form becoming visible once more. He gazed at Tobey with a mixture of astonishment and respect. "That's why you're the GOAT... but, but, but..."  

In a flash of violet electricity, Tobey's composure was disrupted as he instinctively gripped his eyes in discomfort, grains of sand finding their way into his vision. With remarkable speed, Peter had cleverly utilized the element of surprise by introducing dirt into the equation.

"...I am built different," 

Tobey vigorously rubbed his eyes, a sense of urgency evident in his movements. Peter's cunning move had proven to be quite effective; the excess sand had made it incredibly difficult for Tobey to see clearly. 

It was akin to a sensation of reliving his past struggles with blindness, a wave of helplessness washing over him. 

Kneeling down with a playful expression of mock sympathy, Peter aimed an extremely good-natured jab at Tobey, mimicking his famous line. 

"Aw, look at the spider-freak... gonna cry?"

A soft chuckle escaped Peter's lips, his amusement was evident. His attention shifted from one Spider-Man to another, and with a mischievous grin, he suddenly teleported right in front of Andrew. 

Before Andrew could react, Peter zapped once more and playfully patted his back in a casual, almost brotherly manner. Just as Andrew instinctively turned around, an inexplicable sensation gripped him—the hair on his arms stood on end. 

In a split second, Peter zapped in front of him again, his lizard transformation partially complete. Peter's Creeping Hunger instincts kicked in and he suddenly bit into Andrew's flesh.

Blood sprayed across the ground in a gruesome spectacle as Peter's playful transformation took an unexpectedly gory turn. Swiftly reverting to his humanoid form, he expelled the ingested body parts with an unsettling elegance, drawing from his lizard physiology. 

A baffled expression crossed his face as he scratched his head, seemingly caught off guard by the macabre outcome.

But as if awakened from a dormant slumber, a sinister presence began to assert itself within him. The sensation was akin to a snake slithering through his thoughts. Creeping Hunger, whispered insidiously once again, its hunger intensifying and sending an unsettling shiver down his spine.

'Is this the result of the glove becoming even more integrated into my being? Has the hunger intensified as a consequence of this fusion? I can't help but wonder… if I were to be entirely consumed by it, would this hunger be my constant companion? Could it be that all other aspects of me—my thoughts, emotions, memories—would simply fade away into insignificance?'

Genuine fear gripped Peter's heart as he confronted the reality of his situation. The golden finger proved to be a double-edged sword—a manifestation of insatiable gluttony. 

With a tremor in his hand, he cautiously opened his palm, and a sinister transformation began. From his palm, a swirling black fog emerged, its hungry tendrils snaking out to consume Andrew's hands and legs that were cut off, illustrating the voracious nature of his newfound power.

The ravings gradually subsided, although their lingering presence remained. He approached Andrew with a sincere and remorseful expression, the weight of his actions evident in his gaze.

'I'm going to have to find a solution for Creeping Hunger once I return home.'

Kneeling down, he carefully administered an injection of a heavily diluted lizard serum into Andrew's body. This modified serum was designed solely for a single regenerative boost, serving as a one-time remedy for Andrew's injuries.

With a solemn expression, he patted Andrew gently on the shoulder, his voice tinged with remorse. "I'm really sorry, dude."

Andrew's injuries prompted the emergence of a few scaly yarns, triggering a lizard-like regeneration process that was slowly restoring his body.

A web suddenly shot towards Peter, but he swiftly countered it by generating a single spark of electricity, instantly burning the web to ashes.

Tobey wasted no time, swiftly advancing on Sandman's sandy form, gliding towards him. Peter's gaze shifted towards their direction, though his mood was far from cheerful. 

The recent revelation about his golden finger and the unsettling incident with Andrew weighed heavily on his mind, casting a shadow over his thoughts, even though it had been this very power that allowed him to defeat him in the first place.

After all, no one expects to suddenly be eaten. It's usually a punch or kick, sometimes an honorary kick to the balls.

With grit etched on his face, Peter's palm opened, targeting the approaching Sandman. Tobey's instincts kicked in, sensing imminent danger through his spider-sense, prompting him to swiftly leap off Sandman's form. 

In a breathtaking moment, a burst of violet lightning erupted from Peter's fingertips. Unlike mere thin strips of electricity, these bolts were formidable, resembling a fierce and explosive blaze of fury.

Inside his mind, Peter's scream reverberated at the peak of his mental lungs, a fervent and echoing cry that resonated through his thoughts. 

'Power! Unlimited power! Power!'

*B0000000OOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!*

A cataclysmic eruption of dust, steam, and ash billowed forth, transforming the once serene landscape into a scene of utter devastation. 

The ferocity of the attack had left nothing untouched, leaving a trail of ruin in its wake. The land and water bore the scars of this unleashed power, the aftermath an image of desolation and destruction.

An uneasy gulp passed through Peter's throat as he stared ahead, grappling with the aftermath of his overwhelming display of power. His gaze fell upon Tobey, who lay sprawled on the ground, emitting groans of pain that indicated his state of injury. While Tobey was far from defeated, the toll on his body was evident, momentarily rendering him incapacitated and unable to continue the fight.

In a mesmerizing display, shards and crystals of glass floated in the air, their movement synchronized as they fused together. Gradually, the once-former Sandman was reborn, taking on a new identity as Glassman, his form now a magnificent composition of glass-like elements.

Peter's eyes widened in astonishment as he gazed at the unfolding spectacle before him, his mouth hanging open in surprise. The transformation of Sandman into Glassman was nothing short of a classic villain power-up, leaving him taken aback.

When lightning strikes sand, the intense heat of the lightning can cause the sand to melt and fuse together, creating unusual glass-like structures known as 'fulgurites'.

This same phenomenon had played out in Sandman's transformation, turning him into Glassman

In a burst of frustration, Peter let out a vehement curse, his exasperation evident in his words. He no longer had the patience to employ his usual light-hearted sarcasm.

"I can't believe this crap," he muttered in annoyance. "I fucking hate Marvel. Absolutely despise this universe. Any random shit can power a person up."

The sight of Glassman was undeniably unsettling, evoking a profound sense of fear. This apprehension gripped Peter particularly strongly. Glass, with its potential to be both incredibly minute and ominously expansive, posed a terrifying threat. 

Peter's unease stemmed from the realization that even the tiniest fragment of glass could become a formidable weapon. In the event of a vast quantity, he couldn't help but consider the disastrous implications. 

The intricate process of molecular regeneration, while impressive, carried the risk of exhausting his energy and potentially leading to catastrophic cellular errors which could cause his regeneration to fail and cause a death due to overexertion. 

Peter's analytical mind delved into the details, considering every possible angle. While he had the ability to utilize his electricity as a potential source of energy for regeneration, he recognized a fundamental limitation. 

His internal organs and cells lacked superpowered attributes, making them susceptible to exhaustion even with the assistance of electricity. Moreover, the attempt to convert electricity into ATP, the cellular energy currency was still not a viable option. It was bullshit and almost illogical. 

He was a freaking lizard and human not majin-buu... at least not yet. If Spider-Man ever fought a Glassman villain, he would definitely lose and die a horrible death unless... Plot.

In a wry tone, he muttered under his breath, acknowledging the severity of the situation. "Guess causing an incursion wasn't such a bad idea after all."

Thankfully, Peter had the option of transforming into his pure energy form, which granted him immunity to Glassman's perilous attacks. This ability allowed him to steer the situation without risking harm from Glassman's dangerous abilities.

Peter took a slow, deep breath, his eyes shutting gently. In that moment, something extraordinary happened. 

He could feel his whole body undergoing a remarkable transformation, as if he were becoming a wellspring of boundless energy, just like Sparkles when he had the arc reactor. It was like he was tapping into an unstoppable well of power deep within himself.

As his body turned into pure energy, he zapped right in front of Glassman, billions of glass shards entered Peter's body only to melt instantly, Peter opened his eyes and clapped his palm, and a huge unlimited violet electric shockwave traveled causing Glassman to get pinned to the floor, unable to maintain form as his entire body melted.

In a mind-bending twist, Peter's body underwent a breathtaking transformation, morphing into a surge of pure energy. In an instant, he materialized right before Glassman, who stood in stunned amazement. 

In a mesmerizing display, billions of glass fragments seemed to converge on Peter, penetrating his form only to dissolve into nothingness upon contact, as if his newfound energy had the power to disintegrate them on the spot.

With his eyes snapping open, Peter summoned his newfound might, clapping his hands together with a resonating force. The result was nothing short of spectacular – an immense, endless cascade of violet electricity surged forth in a shockwave, rippling outward with irresistible potency. 

The shockwave crashed over Glassman, pinning him to the ground in a struggle to maintain his coherent shape. The sheer intensity of the energy caused Glassman's very being to liquefy, unable to withstand the overwhelming force as his form dissolved into a pool of molten matter.

*BOOOOOOM!* *BOOOM!!!* *BOOOOOOM!* *BOOOM!!!*

Peter's decision remained unshaken, even in the wake of Glassman's complete dissolution. The torrent of electricity surged forth unabated, a fervent display of unyielding resolve. 

The realization that Glassman had been reduced to a mere pool of molten substance did nothing to quell Peter's resolve. There was no intention of halting or showing mercy; the notion of leaving Glassman alive was inconceivable to him lest he would gain another power up.

With every ounce of his being, he channeled his energy, a testament to his unwavering commitment to ensuring that Glassman's threat was extinguished once and for all.

A profound crater etched itself into the surface. Within this cavity, the remnants of Glassman's were evident. The once-mighty shards of glass, which had posed such a threat, now lay transformed. Not a single trace of their existence remained – they had succumbed to the overwhelming might of Peter's unrestrained power.

At a molecular level, the glass material experienced an irreversible transformation. Each shard dissolved, relinquishing its solid form and becoming one with the heated atmosphere. 

The process was as swift as it was thorough, leaving no room for remnants or traces. The air itself bore witness to the complete vanishing act, as the glass particles vaporized into a glistening mist, now a part of the air.

With an air of gradual calmness, Peter descended gently to the earth's surface, the residual violet sparks dancing around him in a mesmerizing display. 

The ethereal transformation he had undergone now reversed itself, his energy coalescing back into the familiar contours of his organic form, and a soft hum of power remained around him.

As he extended his hand, black fog emerged from his palm, tendrils of obscurity escaping like phantom wisps. 

The very air seemed to be drawn towards this shadowy mist, as it expanded its reach, gradually enveloping and consuming everything in its path.

The black mist then gathered and merged, weaving itself into intricate patterns. Gradually, a form began to take shape, layer by layer, until a delicate glass body stood in its place pulled from thin air despite being steamed into nothingness. 

However, this time, there was a stark difference. The glass structure lacked any semblance of consciousness – it was a lifeless, inert crystal construct, devoid.

The tendrils of black fog wrapped around the glass carcass, their movements deliberate and unhurried as they began to digest it. 

Soon the glass figure gradually dispersed, fading into the abyss of the mist, and then, as if drawn by an invisible tether, the wisps retraced their steps, returning to their source- Creeping Hunger

A few seconds later a burp escaped its mouth and along with that a transparent diamond-like crystal popped out.

Peter delicately held the crystal in his palm, marveling at its beauty, before carefully placing the gem within one of the pits on the glove. As he turned around, he cast a quick glance to observe the activities of the others around him.

Mr. Poopoo, Mr. Birbum, and Dr. Connors worked together seamlessly to successfully overcome Dr. Strange. Tobey was gradually regaining his strength, while Andrew's condition remained stable, regenerating. Green Goblin, previously tormented by his sinister alter ego, showed signs of recovery after the ordeal, his mental state now restored and cured.

It was evident that the Ak-47 gang had emerged victorious. The strategic factor behind the delayed arrival of his animal companions was Peter's clever decision to divert them on a detour. 

Their mission was to collect a multitude of books on mystic arts from the New York sanctum, regardless of their forbidden status. This intelligent move played a significant role in securing their triumph.

Peter observed that Mr. Poopoo had achieved a remarkable mastery of the mystic arts, as evidenced by their successful imprisonment of Dr. Strange within the mirror dimension. 

Mr. Poopoo's innate talent shone through, proof of his role as the monk sage daoist mouse within the group. On the other hand, Mr. Birbum had skillfully acquired the knowledge to wield the sling ring, while Ms. Speepee had developed an affinity for Dr. Strange's red cloak, choosing to adopt it for herself.

Amused, Peter let out a chuckle and commented, 

"If she wants a cloak, a cloak she shall have."

The mere thought of Ms. Speepee soaring through the air with the cloak filled Peter with giddy excitement. Reflecting on the entire journey to the MCU, he recognized it as an incredible harvest of experiences and adventures.

Suddenly Peter froze, a chill went up his spine as he realized that the movie canon was utterly fucked. 

'Do I have no other option now?'

Casting a wry smile, Peter directed his gaze towards the magic box. The outcome now hinged on luck and chance. 

In quiet contemplation, he offered a silent prayer to Stan Lee, his heart brimming with hope that everything would be alright and he wouldn't suddenly be sucked into a black hole or crash into another dimension causing both to collapse.

Before long, Peter reunited with his squad, which included Aunt May and Tom Parker. The latter had drifted off to sleep, finding comfort in Michelle Jones's lap, while Ned was by their side, playfully embracing the role of the third wheel.

Playfully observing the scene, Peter joked, 

"I suppose it's time for a getaway, or else I'll be stuck paying for public property damage."

The remark earned a sparse response, with only Ned showing amusement. Michelle Jones, with her trademark intelligent Zendaya gaze, caught Peter's attention and motioned behind him. 

She added, "...and don't forget about the potential backlash from animal activists for all the fish casualties you caused."

Peter's gaze shifted to the multitude of lifeless fish strewn along the shore, prompting him to shrug nonchalantly.

"Blame Kurt Cobain."

MJ responded with an eye roll, while Peter turned his attention to the group. He spoke with a hint of melancholy in his smile, saying, 

"I suppose this is where we part ways, isn't it?"

Ned, standing nearby with tears welling up, managed a chuckle as he spoke. He handed Peter a handful of a Lego structure, slightly smeared with his own tears and snot.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lover, but this is the best parting gift I could manage," he said, his emotions evident in his voice.

Observing the Death Star Lego in his hand, Peter smiled appreciatively. He then pulled out a nanobot from his pocket and addressed Ned, saying, "And this, is my gift to you."

Before Ned could react, the nanobot transformed into an illumi like needle, and Peter deftly inserted it into Ned's forehead.

With a reassuring smile, Peter calmly addressed the teary-eyed boy who was clutching his head in pain. "This nanobot is for cases where you might lose memories or experience trauma. It's designed to aid in memory recovery and maintain your mental well-being. You have the option to disable it or pass it to someone else if you choose to," he explained in a soothing manner.

Peter noticed MJ's outstretched hand, expecting a gift. With a kind smile, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his nanobot napkin, and removed a pinkish-transparent phallic from it, handing it into her hands.

"Works both as a dildo and a bong."

MJ's immediate response was a clear "ewww," but she accepted the gift nonetheless, acknowledging its value.

Turning his attention to Aunt May, Peter's gaze was one of genuine care, devoid of any lust or mere appreciation. With a warm smile, he spoke to her, conveying his heartfelt sentiments, 

"May, you're a wonderful person. My only wish for you is happiness and goodness."

May responded with a bittersweet smile to Peter's words, pulling him into an embrace. She whispered teasingly into his ear, 

"If fate permits, we'll cross paths again, mon chou."

Peter's immediate reaction was a cringe, and he quickly lampooned himself, thinking, 

'Is this how I come across to others? If it is, then I really need to stop!'

Despite the awkwardness, Peter accepted the moment with an open demeanor. Gently extracting himself from Aunt May's hug, he cast a glance at everyone before shaking his head in a mixture of emotions. 

Suddenly Peter's nanobot suit began to transform, disassembling itself in front of the female gazes that were undoubtedly impressed by Peter's body and the lizard's tail that he was hiding in between his legs. 

Ned had been traumatized but had the comfort of the nanobot gift to help him heal. In place of the "Lover" outfit, a regular prom suit materialized on Peter's body, replacing the attire completely.

With the magic box grasped in his hand, Peter waved a final farewell to everyone and pressed the button, setting in motion whatever was to come next.

"Time for prom. Adios!" 

~

A/N: Hmmm, will this be the last time we see Aunt May? Or will we see her in the next chapter? Share your thoughts.

Oh... Yeah, with this... The No Way Home arc comes to an end ;)

P.S- with this I will have partially completed the promise in the synopsis