Peter imdiately took a step back, only to realize that his Spider-Sense wasn't tingling. He turned his head left and right, but there was no sign of Schiller. Who was Stark referring to?
"Peter, you're just in ti. Capture him quickly!" Stark urged.
"What? Who? Where?" Peter, still bewildered, looked around as he landed on the floor.
This was Stark Tower's laboratory, but at this mont, the chaos inside would drive any researcher insane. All the bookshelves and file cabinets had toppled over, lab tables were scattered, and there were bite marks from so unknown creature on the chair legs.
Peter looked up and saw Stark extending his hand, unleashing a blast that hit the newly replaced floor of his own ho. Peter widened his eyes in shock and said, "Mr. Stark! What are you doing? Pepper will be furious!"
"I'm trying to catch soone! Can't you see?" Stark said impatiently. "Help capture him!"
"Soone? Where? I didn't see anyone!" Peter remained in place, utterly confused, suspecting that he might be experiencing a hallucination as there seed to be only him and Stark in the entire laboratory.
Just then, Peter's Spider-Sense subtly tingled. This level of sensation ant there was no imminent danger. Peter took a step to the side and suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head.
"Ouch!" Peter exclaid.
He touched the back of his head and looked towards where the attack had co from, but there was nothing there.
"Ouch!" Peter cried out again as he felt a pain in his shoulder. He turned to look in the direction his shoulder was pointing, and he noticed a laboratory table moving slightly. Startled, Peter took a step back and stamred, "Wait... could it be insects?!"
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! It hurts!" Suddenly, Peter started jumping around as if he had been electrocuted. Unknown objects were hitting his shoulder, calf, ankle, and back.
Peter leaped and swatted, scratching himself, extending his hand to protect his back. He finally found a plastic dart embedded in his combat suit, about the length of his finger.
Peter held the tiny dart between his thumb and index finger, examining it closely. The small size made him squint as he tried to observe the details of the dart.
At that mont, a nearly imperceptible sound occurred, and Peter began shouting and jumping erratically as if he were performing a dance.
anwhile, Stark remained floating in the air, arms crossed, squinting at Peter.
However, Peter was in a predicant. His Spider-Sense's response was extrely faint, making it impossible for him to determine the direction of the incoming danger.
The plastic dart had caused little more than a slight pain and had no significant impact on his new Spider-Man suit, not even leaving a scratch.
But just because flies don't bite doesn't an they're not annoying. After being hit more than ten tis, Peter had had enough. He stood still, raised his voice, and shouted, "Stop!!!"
Unexpectedly, his assailant stopped. Peter placed his hands on his hips and looked around, noticing a drawer of a filing cabinet twitch. He walked over, reached out, and lifted the filing cabinet off the ground. Inside the drawer sat a plastic toy-like dinosaur with a cylindrical-headed figurine, which was now holding a dart no longer than a fingertip and aiming it at Peter.
Peter hadn't reacted yet when another dart struck him in the forehead, causing him to shout, "Ouch!" He covered his forehead with both hands and flung the drawer away.
The strength of Spider-Man was not to be underestimated. The drawer, thrown by his instinct, slamd into the wall, shattering the plastic figurine into pieces.
Wide-eyed, Peter rushed over, gathered the scattered parts, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't an to... I didn't an to destroy soone's hard work!"
He attempted to piece the parts together but found that many pieces were missing due to the debris from the lab tables. The dinosaur was missing a leg, a section of its tail, and one foot of the figurine was lost.
As Peter held the last remaining arm, he attempted to attach it to the figurine. However, the plastic figurine retaliated by pinching his finger. Peter let out another "Ouch!" and held his finger, glaring at the figurine.
"You can't assemble building blocks, so keep your distance from !" The blocky figurine snatched its arm back and quickly reassembled it onto its body. Then, it turned its cylindrical head around and stared at Peter.
"Are you Professor Schiller?" Peter squatted on the ground, studying the figurine with a strange expression, his two mismatched eyes giving him an odd look.
The figurine replied, "You're asking the obvious, kid." With that, the blocky Schiller hobbled away to retrieve the missing leg of its dinosaur.
Peter stood up and asked Stark, "I guess this laboratory was turned into a ss by him, right?"
Stark landed on the ground and huffed, "If it's not him, then who else could it be?"
"What's going on here? How did he end up in the laboratory?"
Stark rolled his eyes and recollected the events from earlier that morning.
Stark had prepared a vacuum cleaner, which he referred to as the "Anti-Schiller Armor" in his weapons catalog. However, the issue was that he had only created the vacuum cleaner and not a storage compartnt for Schiller. The storage compartnt he had made could only hold one Schiller, and any more risked escaping. Therefore, Stark had co to the laboratory this morning with the intention of quickly modifying so additional storage compartnts to accommodate more Schillers.
Stark Tower had already been transford into an advanced chanized engineering marvel. Stark simply needed to inform JARVIS, and the assembly line could go into full operation. However, the storage compartnts required so fine-tuning and design changes, so early that morning, Stark had arrived at the laboratory to begin his work.
When he was deeply engrossed in drawing a design, Tony Stark heard a commotion coming from the adjacent preparation room. Initially, he thought it was JARVIS conducting experintal preparations and didn't pay much attention to it.
However, the noise grew louder over ti, and Stark felt his concentration waning. He exclaid, "JARVIS, could you please lower the volu? You're disrupting my experints!"
"Sir, it's not making the noise," JARVIS replied.
Stark sighed, set down his pen, and called out to the preparation room, "Helen! Helen, co out! Stop playing in there! After I finish this design, I'll take you to the nearest amusent park. You love going there, don't you? Be a good girl and stop causing trouble!"
Having said that, he returned to his work, but within just a couple of minutes, the noise resud. Stark took a deep breath, tossed his pen aside, and walked toward the preparation room, saying, "Helen, if you keep misbehaving like this, I'll enroll you in dance classes…"
As Stark opened the door, he found that Helen was not inside; the room was empty, with nothing out of the ordinary. Then, what had recently happened to Peter occurred to Stark, but with a slight difference. Stark instructed JARVIS to activate the surveillance, and he discovered a small block figure riding a toy dinosaur, wreaking havoc in the preparation room.
"JARVIS, how did he get in?" Stark shouted towards thin air.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know. I suspect he might have transford into a component and mixed in with so production materials," JARVIS replied.
Stark sighed, approached to capture the blocky dinosaur figure, but it agilely leaped and even bit Stark's hand.
Stark pulled his hand back, shook it, and inspected his fingertips. Fortunately, the dinosaur's teeth were made of plastic, and the bite left only a small dent without causing any real harm.
With his hands on his hips, Stark stared at the blocky figure nad Schiller, who was also looking at him. Stark could sense sothing from Schiller's expression.
"Do you think I'll call the combat suit to deal with you? Hmph, my combat suit isn't for this kind of situation. Stark will show you what a genius catcher can do!"
Wearing the combat suit, Stark approached Peter and said, "Here's the situation: this darn uninvited guest broke into my laboratory and caused to launch missiles that destroyed most of the experintal equipnt!"
Peter squatted down, eyeing Schiller and remarked, "Luckily, he's the sa size as real toy blocks. If he were human-sized, it would've been a disaster."
Stark surveyed the chaos in his laboratory and sighed deeply. He turned to Schiller and asked, "Do you realize the extent of the damage you've caused? What are you even trying to do?"
"Damage?" Schiller shook his head. "You wouldn't understand. Among the in this Space, I have the least destructive power."
Stark snorted, clearly not believing him. Just as he was about to say sothing more to Schiller, a portal suddenly opened in mid-air, and Strange's voice shouted from within, "Co over here! Capture Schiller! He's demanding such a high salary! That's Kamar-Taj's annual budget! Hurry up and take him away!"
Stark and Peter both looked at the portal as Strange stuck half of his body out and continued, "This darn vampire! He actually wants such a high salary from ! That's Kamar-Taj's annual budget! Hurry up and take him away!"
Just as Schiller also looked toward Strange, a cage descended from the sky. Stark reached out and lifted the cage, looking at Schiller inside, saying, "You stay here for now. We have to deal with the next one."
Then, he said to Peter, "There are three Schillers at the Sanatorium, and it's too crowded there. Let's go after the one who's alone at Kamar-Taj."
With that, the two of them passed through the portal and arrived at Kamar-Taj. At that mont, Strange was facing off against Professor Schiller of the magical arts.
Both of them were surrounded by magical radiance, with Professor Schiller wielding a staff and casting spells. Strange found himself at a disadvantage because his spells had a pre-casting motion, unlike Professor Schiller's magic, which could be cast instantly with coordinated movents and incantations.
Stark and Peter faced the sa issue when joining the battle, as their magic missiles and spider web launchers were easily deflected by Professor Schiller's counter magic.
At that mont, Strange stopped his movents and yelled to Peter, "Peter! Rember, only magic can defeat magic!"
Peter suddenly realized and hastily retrieved his wand. However, by then, the magic projectiles were already heading towards him, and Schiller wasn't going to give him ti to prepare.
In his panic, Peter changed the orientation of his wand and instinctively cast a spell that he had repeated countless tis when attacking the black sphere in Otto Parker's Space:
"Shadowless Edge!"
Instantly, the air was sliced apart, and Schiller's magical robe was torn. His expression darkened as he gripped his wand and said to Peter in a low voice, "Peter, are you trying to use my magic against ?"
"Shadowless Edge!"
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