Spider-Man struggled with the
decision. He was a moral man, a good man, he knew that...
...and hell, if a moral man couldn't
be trusted with the ultimate power, who could.
“Yeah... I can just revert things
later after I have some fun,” he said. “And damn it, the Parker
luck's working in my favor for once. I shouldn't look a goddamn gift
horse in the mouth.”
With a quick snap of his webs, he
brought up the glove up to the ceiling with him and put it on.
Almost immediately, his mind was almost overwhelmed with the sudden
influx of cosmic sensory information. He screamed, struggling to
process it all, forcing his mind to make sense of it before he lost
control of the power completely, falling off of the ceiling onto his
bed. Slowly, but steadily, got it under control, limiting the input
to something his mind could handle.
“Okay...” he said once the cosmic
storm in his mind had calmed down. “Okay... Whoo, whatta rush...”
He stood up, removing his mask, and
looked at himself in the mirror. “Yeah... Okay. First, save a
backup...” he held up the Gauntlet, and paused. “Actually, let's
make a few backstory edits,” he said. The Time Gem showed him his
past, including a deal with Mephisto that the devil had erased from
his and everybody else's minds. With a simple exertion of will, he
made it so that never happened. He glanced into his Aunt May's
life... and found out it WAS NOT an actress who died, it was his real
Aunt, and the current one was a clone made because Norman Osborn
wanted to dick with him.
“Goddamn fucking Osborn... Better
believe I'm gonna take out some frustration on you,” he muttered.
He combined the timelines, making it so that his Aunt never died and
the clone was never made, but she did go through the events the clone
lived through.
Tweaking a few more minor incidents,
he turned his attention to himself. “Hm... Physical improvements?”
he said, thinking out loud. “I've always been kinda scrawny...”
He looked down at the Gauntlet. “Speaking of...” he said. With
a quick focus of will, he changed the Gauntlet into a wristband that
fit tightly and firmly around his wrist, just above his web shooter.
“That'll do,” he said, looking
back at himself. After a moment's thought, he chuckled, making
himself hugely muscled, bigger even than the Hulk. His costume
bulged out and shredded around his increased bulk, every movement
making him bulge even more. He began flexing like a bodybuilder,
laughing.
“I am so very manly,” he said in a
faux Arnold voice. “Look at my muscles. I will crush you just by
FLEXING at you!” He giggled, and restored himself to normal. He
then turned to look out at the city.
“What sort of fun can I have
next...” he said. He prepared to web-swing away, when he realized
something. “Wait... I eliminated the Mephisto deal... That means
I'm still married to MJ...” He grinned. Maybe he could have some
fun with her first...