Marvel’s Spider-Man: Across the Multiverse

"Alright, everyone, the attendants will guide you to your respective rooms. You can take a rest, and the banquet will begin in an hour," said Black Panther as the meeting concluded, offering his hospitality.

This was exactly what Peter wanted.

Counting his time in the Ultimate Universe, he hadn't eaten anything for almost twelve hours!

Oh wait, he did grab an apple from Ant-Man's table earlier.

But fruit doesn't really fill you up, especially when you're starving—you know how it is.

Peter Parker wasn't exactly a cultivator who could live off spiritual energy; he was already starving and feeling lightheaded.

Earlier, the tension from the events had kept him distracted. But now that everything was settled, the moment he relaxed, exhaustion and hunger hit him like a wave.

Peter followed an attendant to the room prepared for him, where he enjoyed a much-needed shower and changed out of his Spider suit.

That suit had been on him all day—a day full of battles, big and small. It had soaked up who knows how much sweat.

There was no way he could bear wearing it any longer.

However, as he was about to toss the suit into the washing machine, he suddenly remembered that the suit had a built-in smart system, with circuits embedded in its layers.

"Wait, will washing it cause a short circuit?" Peter smacked his forehead.

He had completely forgotten to ask Penny if the suit could be washed like normal clothes!

He knew the suit was water-resistant—it had to be, considering he wore it on rainy days, something Penny had accounted for.

But water-resistant didn't necessarily mean it could be submerged for cleaning. Those were two entirely different things.

After hesitating for a while, Peter wrapped a towel around himself, opened the door, and asked the attendant waiting outside, "Hi, do you have a dry-cleaning service here?"

The attendant was momentarily stunned, a bit taken aback.

She glanced at the Spider suit in Peter's hand and then smiled brightly. "You need dry cleaning, right? I can take care of that for you."

Of course, the palace had dry-cleaning facilities. As a king, Black Panther owned countless exquisite garments, many of which required meticulous cleaning methods.

Naturally, disposable clothing didn't count.

"Thanks! Just a heads-up, this suit has some circuitry inside, so please let them know when they clean it," Peter reminded her.

"Certainly, esteemed guest," the attendant replied with a polite nod, pressing a button on her wrist communicator. Then, she looked at Peter again. "Would you like us to prepare some additional clothing for you?"

"Wait, really? That's an option?" Peter asked in surprise.

The attendant smiled. "Of course. Just tell me your size, and we'll have it delivered shortly."

For a wealthy nation like Wakanda, a few sets of tailored clothes were no big deal.

Seeing no reason to refuse, Peter provided his measurements. Thankfully, he already knew them from when the Spider suit was being made, so he rattled them off without hesitation.

The attendant pressed her wrist communicator again to relay the request.

"You can rest in your room for now. The clothes will be delivered shortly," she informed him.

"Thank you," Peter replied before heading back into the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

As he thought about entrusting his Spider suit to Wakanda for cleaning, Peter realized there wasn't much to worry about.

The suit might be a treasure to him, but to Wakanda, it was nothing special.

They probably wouldn't even give it a second glance!

After all, Wakanda could easily create a suit with better performance than his Spider suit in no time.

And besides, Black Panther wasn't like Iron Man or Batman, who might design an anti-you suit just because they were wary of you.

Not long after, someone delivered a new set of clothes.

It was a complete outfit, from innerwear to outerwear.

Peter tried it on, and as expected, it was both perfectly fitted and incredibly comfortable. The fabric was smooth and high-quality—probably quite expensive.

If it were before he got dragged into this multiversal madness, he wouldn't have even dreamed of owning something like this.

But now? Black Panther had casually gifted it to him.

Damn, filthy rich people. So enviable!

Peter felt an even stronger resolve to figure out how to make money.

Though he still had no concrete ideas.

Half an hour later, his dry-cleaned Spider suit was delivered back to him.

The once-sweaty suit was now completely odorless and gleaming like new. It looked as pristine as when he'd first crafted it in the underground spider-lair of the Ultimate Universe.

Still, Peter had no intention of putting it back on.

Anyone who's spent all day in a skintight suit knows the feeling—it's not pleasant.

And here in Wakanda, which was essentially a "safe zone," there was no need to wear it.

He did, however, strap on his web-shooters. They had built-in communication capabilities and were linked to the smart assistant system in his suit.

While Peter had brought his phone along during his dimensional jump, he knew all too well how unreliable its security system was.

Plus, due to differences in signals between universes, his phone struggled to connect to the internet.

But the web-shooters and the smart assistant system in his suit were different. Designed as a dial-free device, they could bypass registration processes and directly intercept signals—a small modification Penny had made to her spider-mech after arriving in this world.

When she later helped design Peter's Spider suit, she incorporated this feature into it as well.

This way, even in a completely different world, Peter could still maintain communication instead of being left in the dark.

Knock, knock, knock.

Just after Peter finished getting dressed, there was a knock at the door.

He opened it to find Ghost Lady standing there. "Ava? What are you doing here? Are you running low on energy?"

Ghost Lady gave him a glance. "Can I come in?"

"Uh..." Peter stepped aside.

After closing the door, the two of them sat down at the table in the living area.

"Alright, what's going on?" Peter asked. He had taken a careful look at her physical state earlier and noticed nothing unusual—her quantum energy seemed sufficient.

Ghost Lady spoke. "Are you really planning to join that dangerous operation tomorrow?"

"Yes," Peter replied instinctively. Then he paused. "Wait, how do you know about that?"

Due to Ghost Lady's sensitive status, she hadn't been included in the earlier meeting.

Before it began, Black Panther had instructed an attendant to escort her to her room.

In theory, Peter was the only person in Wakanda she trusted enough to talk to.

Nick Fury? Sure, she knew him, but she'd long since severed ties with S.H.I.E.L.D., so there was no communication there.

As for Iron Man, Captain America, and the others, it was even less likely that they'd fill her in on sensitive plans.

So who had told her?

Ghost Lady extended her hand and placed it in front of Peter.

Then, her hand suddenly disappeared!

Peter jumped to his feet. "Your powers… they haven't disappeared?"

Ghost Lady looked just as confused. "I don't really know what's going on. I thought my powers were gone, but while I was in my room earlier, I accidentally discovered they're still here!"

"What about your body?" Peter asked with a frown.

Right now, Ghost Lady seemed normal—free from the pain and instability she'd suffered before.

But who knew if this was just a temporary facade?

Peter wasn't thrilled about the idea of having someone around who might break down at any moment.

(To be continued...)

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