A/N: Well, to recap my excuses, I am so far behind with comics and such we can consider this my own universe.

Apparently, this is shortly after the civil ar, Tony and Spidey are at odds, and a certain suit is in the process of being made. The big villain was revealed to be Terminal. He took over with the TV signals but i skipped the scene where they defeated him in the begining once I realized how lame/used/unoriginal that idea was. I think, though, I made up my imcompetence with the length of my final entry in this story. I really hope you enjoy.

The abandoned set was almost torn apart and it was a wonder the place would even run. Most of the equipment was overturned and there were cobwebs strewn about. Terminal was pushing himself against a table, attempting to control his anger. His technological, geeky helper was nearby and one would guess he was going to pee on himself.

"HOW? How was the transmission disabled?"

"I–I don't know. The radio waves were tuned to your specifications; it was designed to activate the animalistic part of the brain in the sense that a neural hibernation would be eminent, creating a trance-like state."

"Yes, a part of the brain everyone in the future adapted away. Now, we have that. Just tell me how it got taken down!"

"I don't know!"

"Well, find out!"

Terry was hard at work repairing the armor. Where Iron Man may have been stuck, Terry found similar devices in his Batsuit. At last, the wiring was finished. Wasp kept an eye out for any of the Avengers that pass by. All that needed to be done was the shells to be realigned, which would only take a moment. He looked over to Peter who was holding an icepack to his head with a pain that resembled having a television crash on top of your skull – a pain that the majority of New York is recovering with. Needless to say, it was hard for him to concentrate.

"So … what exactly are you doing again?"

"I … I figure I owe you one. And the tech is easy enough – makes me feel like a genius."

A moment passed, enough time for Peter to process this as painful as it was to think. The ache spiked and he clasped his hands to his head, letting out a groan as the pain intensified.

"You're sure I'm gonna be ok?"

"Well, as far as neurotics go it's hard to be sure what with experiments like this," Terry looked to the painful/scared expression on Peter's face. "But, y'know, it's really a safe bet you're fine. Definite, even!"

Terminal paced back and forth, growing angrier with each step. He turned a fluke into a plan; a get-rich-quick scheme into a time/space hopping adventure. Still he was forced to rely on an incompetent henchman and a now empty threat to the Batman. But what other option would he have? He couldn't figure out a way home and the Batman would be his last chance to get back to his old world. In this world, it was easy to pull a job what with the lesser security – even with the supers present. All the same, it wasn't home. There were no splicers, no Joker gangs. Care didn't fly and here, even without the make-up, Terminal was considered an outsider. He pulled up the sleeves of his straightjacket to reveal multiple packets – each labeled differently. His cowardly associate shivered glancing at them.

"W–what are those?"

"Score my gang hit before I got 'ported. Splicing slappers. Gives you the juice you need and the animal side to rev it up."

The man backed away, tripping over a table in the process; he started to reach for a knife – this guy was getting out of control. He never did like clowns. Terminal continued. "Dregs wanted to keep this locked up for about another 20 years. I'm telling ya … it works just fine."

10:00. Terry left for the junkyard a half hour ago and has now arrived right on time. A clear path was made through discarded furniture and shells of cars. There was an exchange shed straight ahead used for bargaining a person's spare parts for cash. Terry could hear a laugh in the darkness the night casted over them. Batman stood in a battle stance, ready to take on Terminal – but instead he ran into the monstrosity once more. He was composed of different beasts, creating a hideous creature. He stood taller than a heap nearby, which was three times the size of Batman. The structure of his body was that of a bear stretching out with an octopus' tentacles. It sported the head of a hyena with teeth as sharp and in rows like that of a shark. Faces were mutated into its stomach to the form of a wolverine, an attack dog, and a blood-crazed piranha. The wings of a bat protruded out of its back, forcing open bleeding passages of skin. The body was wet with blood from the shifting bones and contorting skin. The teen was mutated to a hideous, smoldering creation, a stirring kettle of genetics mixed in a disgusting stew which reeked of bubbling clay with human instincts all but numbed to a point of single-minded fury.

Somehow, it was able to speak. A little.

"BAAAAAAT!"

A pink, meaty arm was swung in Batman's direction but he jumped out of the way just before impact. Another swing and Batman did a backflip to avoid it. Activating his wings and jetboots, Batman tried to fly away but instead was swatted away by the giant, slimy bat wing. Terry let out a scream as he hit the ground, landing directly on his wounds. He could feel himself bleeding out of his bandages. Terry pushed himself around on the ground trying to get off of the injured areas. He was able to jump up just in time as Terminal took another swing, letting the biting heads at his stomach tear away at the Batman. One hit in the stomach blood began to drip from his mouth. He came in wounded and unprepared; Terminal was too strong.

Wasp flew in to warn Spider-Man; Tony Stark has entered the premises – he knows there's an intruder. Peter entered the chamber, his headache almost completely subsided. The shells of metal are pushed against his body. There is steam released as the mechanisms return to their center. Parker was now donned in a 17-layered armor – each with a different purpose. He jumped to the wall and discovered the suit also had his adhesive ability. He crawled to the next room as Tony ran in towards the chamber with a few SHIELD guards at his side; there was only Wasp who smiled innocently as she nervously tried to hide the empty chamber – but he still noticed.

Peter glided as the Iron Spider because in this part of town there were no tall buildings. He wondered if anyone would recognize him in the crimson color lined with a spider of gold. It didn't take long to spot the monster and Batman being beaten to a pulp. Spider-Man spun a web that stuck up the ground, only doing so much good as gum on its shoe as Peter ran across to pick up Terry. He clutched him in his arms as Terminal whipped him across the back with a tentacle, cracking a few layers of the armor despite the three spider legs protruding from the back in defense. Setting Batman down, Peter released a web which zipped him onto his back though he was nearly thrown off by the wings. The torn shreds of straightjacket that littered the still-bleeding body was a dead giveaway as to the creature's identity.

"Terminal! Don't you EVER wanna go home? Terminal!"

Peter dug the metallic spider legs into the head and the faces on its stomach. It screamed in pain and threw Spider-Man from his back. Terry regained consciousness and launched Batarangs into the creature's stomach, piercing the eyes of the wolverine and the attack dog, blood coursing through – some of it indirectly pouring down their mouths. Batman held his stomach and leaned against garbage, trying to stand; Spider-Man landed beside him.

"I thought he wanted to talk to you!"

"Ugh … classic power struggle. He tried to intimidate me and … it'll wear off. Slappers always do … They also leave you a … shivering junkie."

Peter took Batman by around the waist, seeing him unbalanced. "You need to go to a hospital."

Batman pushed him away. He was always able to take him. The trick is to always remember that technique always trumps brute force; the only catch is figuring out how to do it. Finally, a plan formed. Terry ran ahead to Terminal, hearing Spider-Man shouting behind him. Terminal rushed to Batman and, despite the pain, Terry jumped onto Terminal's back. He ejected a number of Batarangs and sliced them into the creature's skin. It howled in pain and Peter jumped in by gliding onto the top with the help of his suit. He shot out a web and pulled it along Terminal's neck while letting the mechanized legs stab wildly. As a finisher, Terry used a Batline to pierce his wings and pulled back to cause a fracture at the least. They noticed Terminal began to shiver as the pain caused him to collapse; he bled out on the dirt. The disgusting animal held together in a fetal position and shivered again as human features began to become visible, though he wouldn't be anywhere near human for a few hours. Exhausted, Batman reached for a Batline to tie him but Spidey puts his hand on Terry's shoulder, telling him not to exert himself as he webbed Terminal to the ground.

Max Gibson at the transfer site. The world viewer has been wrecked and she had no idea how to operate the experimental technology, but the damages seemed simple enough that she could repair it. A bent bar here, a loose wire there. It wouldn't take a genius to fix it – and she needed her friend back. There was a radio piece in her ear, a direct link to Mr. Wayne.

"Almost there."

"Good. How soon can you activate it?"

"It may take a few minutes. The Batsuit left an electronic trail where it passed through. With luck, the thing will take me right to him."

"I still don't like the idea of you doing this alone."

"You're in no condition to go and you know it! I'm going. You can't stop me."

The helper with a cut beard and glasses stumbled to the ground and grabbed his gun. Scientific potential. That's the whole reason why he helped Terminal – trying to understand people of the future, cross-dimensional travel. The things he could do with that information … but Terminal went too far, and the glare in his eye was a clear sign he was demented. He's seen that look before, He peaked out from inside the exchange hut. His mouth dropped as the hideous creature who once was his captor lay bleeding with the garbage.

"Oh, f*** this."

He pulled out a cell phone, a hand to his head. He heard it ring once … twice … thrice. The only answer was a "Chimmichanga" answer tone. After this, he was told to leave a number.

"Wade? Look, I gotta talk to ya."

A portal opened up between Batman and the Iron Spider. At first, both of them stared at it wide-mouthed, but then a smile spread across Terry's face. "It looks like this is my ride."

"Old joke."

His suspicions were confirmed when the portal began to clear and it was easy to see a teenage African girl pink hair dressed in a yellow top and black slacks. She smiled at him and said, "Batman! Gotham needs a hero, and a certain girl has been asking for her man!" With that, Terry nearly leaped back into his world. Then he paused. He turned to Iron Spider whose only reply was, "What are you waiting for? Go home, I've heard enough of your whining!" Peter always did know how to make a person gasp and laugh at nearly the same time. But Terry couldn't help but wonder. He asked Spider-Man, "Back at the Avenger's Mansion. You say you were where I was before. Why? What did you go through?"

At first, Peter was shocked at this question, but then relaxed. Well, I just thought it felt like the right thing to say! That and … y'know … I may not have traveled 'back in time and to another universe', but I've felt lost too. I mean, yeah, this is my home and all, but … we all make bad choices and … hey, don't you have a home to go back to?"

With that, Terry smiled a goodbye and leaped back into Gotham. He drudged Terminal along as he was at this point the size of a human, though his grotesque form remained. Max quickly embraced him … and then slapped him. "Do you know how long you've been gone? What you've put Dana through?" He patted her on the back as they went back to Mr. Wayne's. He wouldn't believe what he's been through.

Spider-Man used his new suit to glide from the top of the exchange hut he climbed. It was a cool gift from Tony, even if some … decisions kept them apart. The government pegs the question, "Why hide behind a mask?" To be honest, Peter only knew it for the safety of his loved ones. But to live in a world that would always know who you are, what you're capable of with no home to go back to … you realize that you may as well not show your human side at all. But then again … a mask can't hide humanity … and everyone should realize that.

And right about now, Peter was even looking forward to getting sued by Michelle.

Finale