Well, that settles it. The universe actually hates him. There was no other explaination! First he gets into a fight with Venom, then he finds out Doctor Octopus had taken over his best friend Peter's body and was fighting the Avengers, and after that he gets kidnapped by Spider Gwen because the Inheritors were killing off spider people left and right across the multiverse, and as if that wasn't bad enough he was pretty sure his friend's genderbent version had a crush on him and so did young aunt May. Worse of all they were really friggin hot! Darn you bro code! All that before it was even lunch time. And now here he was, quite literally booted out of the goddamn multiverse by some jackass with a God complex who decided to be a sore loser and collapse the entire dimension on his head after he kicked daddy dearest's fatass. Oh well, at least he had company. Let's see what this new world had to offer him. In which my OC from a different fanfic gets sent into DC along with Venom. A bit different from my other stories in which everyone is still in their "origin story" and the world itself are in its development phrases. This is someone who has been a hero for years now, experienced and wizen in some ways, and terribly out of his depths in others. This DC already has the Justice League, it's already been through its share of disasters and it won't simply sit back and react to the main character's actions all the time.