Silvija looked down at her thigh, where a clean bandage was wrapped around the wound. The pain was dull now, but still there. She scanned the room, a modest, lived-in space. Average furniture, simple layout. Looked like the kind of place a normal middle-class family might leave behind for vacation or a job out of town.
Nothing screamed "trap."
No weird wires. No ominous stains on the floor. No creepy scent of bleach and secrets.
Of course, she wasn't stupid. There could be hidden cameras, or hell, a whole lab under the floorboards. But whoever patched her up didn't try to finish the job with a bullet to the head. That told her two things. Either they were a decent person… or she was still useful.
And between those two? She'd bet on the second.
Her eyes shifted down to her clothes and immediately narrowed.
These weren't hers. Not even close. Not the top, not the pants, not even the underwear.
Someone had changed her. Thoroughly.
Whoever saved her had seen everything.
She didn't like that. At all. But she wasn't in a position to scream about privacy when she might've bled out without them.
Letting out a slow breath, she pushed herself off the bed. Her legs were stiff, but they held. She took a couple careful steps toward the door.
No time to sit around. She needed answers and maybe a way out.
"Oh, you're already up. Good."
Her whole body jerked at the sudden voice from behind her.
"Shit," she muttered, spinning around on reflex, her heart slamming in her chest.
She froze.
In front of her stood a kid. Fifteen, maybe sixteen at most. Short black hair, dark eyes. He looked like he belonged in a high school hallway, not sneaking up on trained mercenaries.
If it were any other day, she might've brushed him off as just some random local.
But not right now.
There was only one thing she could think: how the hell did he get that close without me noticing?
Her gaze sharpened, instincts flaring. She wasn't just some street thug. She was trained and had been a mercenary, the kind of person government agents try to sneak up on and fail.
And yet this kid was standing behind her like it was nothing.
Silvija tried to play it cool, burying the alarm behind a cold stare.
But Peter noticed it. The flash of confusion, the flicker of doubt in her expression.
He smiled slightly. Or rather, Shisui did.
Thanks to Mystique's transformation ability, the disguise held flawlessly. Right now, he looked nothing like Peter Parker. This was the form he'd chosen for his next identity: Shisui Uchiha. Black hair, calm vibe, just enough mystery to keep people on edge.
"Still," he said, voice calm but firm, "you should sit. You're not exactly steady yet."
Silvija glanced down at her leg, then back up at him. She didn't say anything, but her body language was clear. Noted.
There was that hesitation again. Her instincts still screaming not to trust anyone. But logic? Logic said the guy hadn't killed her when he had the chance, and he clearly knew how to patch someone up. That counted for something.
With a reluctant sigh, she limped toward the chair and sat down.
Peter walked over and casually sat across from her at the table.
"..."
"..."
Long pause. No one said anything. Just quiet breathing and the hum of an old fridge in the next room.
Silvija finally broke the silence.
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
Her tone was calm, but her eyes were sharp, watching every twitch in his posture, every breath he took. He could tell just by looking at her: she'd already decided he was dangerous. The only question was how much.
The fact that he managed to get behind her without triggering her instincts? Yeah, that alone confirmed it for her. She was still alive because she was useful.
Peter didn't answer right away. Instead, he held her gaze for a beat longer, then finally spoke.
"Shisui Uchiha."
The name rolled off his tongue smooth and easy, like he'd been using it for years.
Technically a lie, but one he'd fully committed to.
As she studied him, Peter was thinking. The original plan was to invite her into his fake organization immediately. She was already on the list. A trained merc, experienced, professional, and more importantly, no major attachments.
But now that she was sitting in front of him, alive and injured?
He decided to slow things down.
No need to rush her. Not yet.
These days, Peter had been deep-diving into SHIELD's database whenever he could. Peeling back layers, cross-checking files, connecting dots most agents wouldn't even notice.
And with a template like Dick Grayson loaded into his system, it was practically instinct. The guy was trained by Batman, the most paranoid man alive. Being cautious wasn't a suggestion. It was step one.
So yeah, Peter wasn't taking anything at face value.
At first, he thought this was just a variant of the Marvel Universe. He'd already confirmed Skye, Daisy Johnson, was out there. But that raised even more questions.
How much of Marvel was here?
And more importantly… was it just Marvel?
He hadn't forgotten the possibility of a mashup world. The clues were subtle, scattered, but they were there.
No mention of Gotham, but then he saw a photo buried deep in a British intelligence file. A familiar face.
Mr. Bean.
Not some actor playing a role. A real guy, in a suit, tagged in MI7 surveillance data.
That one detail flipped everything.
If someone like that existed in the system, even in a minor background file, it meant one thing.
This wasn't just Marvel.
This world was a blend.
A crossover.
A mess of timelines, canons, and universes stitched together with zero warning.
The only problem? He had no idea how deep the rabbit hole went.
How many worlds were involved?
How many characters were out there, living new lives with rewritten rules?
He didn't know.
But he planned to find out.
And honestly?
The fun just went up a whole level.
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