MARVEL-THE MULTIVERSE TRADER

The air was thick with smoke and panicked screams as Green Goblin swooped low on his glider, cackling like a lunatic. His pumpkin bombs arced through the air in cruel, glittering streaks of orange, hissing and sparking before exploding in bursts of concussive flame. Stalls shattered, banners caught fire, and people dove for cover in all directions.

Ghost-Spider was already in motion.

Gwen darted up the side of a concession stand with a burst of webbing, flipping high into the air. "Heads up, Scarlet!" she called, snatching a live pumpkin bomb midair and hurling it skyward where it detonated harmlessly.

"On it!" Scarlet Spider — MJ — answered, swinging in on a webline of her own. She dropped down between two overturned food carts, web-shooters firing rapid bursts of adhesive spray to pin down a toppled support beam before it could crush a trapped vendor.

The two women moved like practiced partners, wordlessly covering each other as they scrambled to intercept the Goblin's attacks.

But Goblin wasn't playing fair.

He deliberately targeted the densest pockets of fleeing civilians, forcing Gwen and MJ to prioritize saving lives over pressing the fight. A pair of pumpkin bombs sailed toward a group of kids near the carousel.

"Shit—!" Gwen fired a webline, snatching one bomb mid-flight, while MJ somersaulted through the air and kicked the other upward before it could detonate near the children.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that, ugly!" MJ snarled, landing in a crouch.

Goblin banked his glider, eyes gleaming behind the twisted mask. "Oh, I'm just getting warmed up, spider bitches!" He hurled another set of bombs, twin streaks aimed directly at the crowded food court.

"Ghost!" MJ shouted.

"Got it!" Gwen web-zipped toward the explosives, snagging them with quick, precise flicks of her wrists and flinging them skyward once again, both detonating in twin bursts of harmless light above the fairground.

Even while pinned on the defensive, the duo was slowly starting to turn the tide. Gwen ducked under a blade shot from Goblin's gauntlet launcher and retaliated with an electrified web, striking the glider's wing. Sparks flew and the machine jolted midair.

"Nice shot!" MJ called, vaulting up and launching a smoke web directly into Goblin's face. The web burst on contact, releasing a dense puff of black vapor that made the glider spin awkwardly.

The Goblin howled, momentarily blinded.

"Now!" Gwen shouted. The two Spider-women moved in tandem, Gwen firing impact webs at his glider's exhaust ports while MJ landed a solid kick against the Goblin's shoulder as he swooped low.

He grunted and swerved, managing to dodge the worst of it — but it was clear he was on the back foot now.

If it weren't for having to constantly divert their attention to saving civilians and deflecting stray bombs, the two might've already put him down.

But that was the problem. Every time they gained ground, Goblin would hurl another explosive into a packed area, or divebomb the crowd, forcing them to scatter and cover the innocents.

It was relentless, dirty, and designed to stretch them thin.

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The chaos didn't let up.

Gwen vaulted off a burning vendor's cart, webbing another two pumpkin bombs midair and flinging them into the sky. MJ followed, flipping through the smoke and sending a concussive web grenade directly into the glider's intake, making it sputter and drop altitude.

"Got you, you airborne psycho," MJ muttered under her breath.

Goblin growled, yanking his glider up hard. A fresh wave of pumpkin bombs sailed out in all directions — ten of them this time, fanned wide across the carnival. A vicious, calculated spread.

"Oh hell," Gwen swore.

"Split up!" MJ barked, already moving.

The two darted in separate directions, webs firing like lightning to snatch up bombs and save scattering civilians. Gwen snagged one heading toward a group near the Ferris wheel, hurling it skyward before it detonated. MJ grabbed two at once, sticking them to the side of a funhouse, then blasting them with a smoke web to smother the blast.

The others hit open ground, kicking up clouds of dust and flame but causing no major harm.

Goblin didn't wait.

His glider screamed as he twisted it around, riding high over the smoke and debris, making a break for it through the thinning crowd.

"Not so fast, bastard—!" Gwen shouted, but she was still tangled up saving a kid trapped under a toppled ice cream cart.

And then—

WHAM.

A huge, crimson blur dropped right into Goblin's path mid-air.

A monstrous figure with thick, corded muscles, four powerful arms, and glaring with four narrowed eyes.

Four Arms.

Goblin's eyes widened behind his mask, too late to adjust.

They collided with bone-jarring force, the glider slamming into Four Arms' chest as Nova caught it mid-flight like a linebacker tackling a motorcycle.

The impact sent them both crashing through the flimsy wooden facade of the nearby Haunted House, splintering fake walls and scattering plastic skeletons in every direction.

The glider spun off with a crunch, its stabilizer sparking, while Nova landed heavily on his feet, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He cracked his knuckles, all four of them, and grinned. "Show's over, Goblin."

Through the settling dust, the Goblin rose with a growl, tossing aside broken boards as he snarled, "Who the hell are you supposed to be?!"

Nova smirked, flexing his massive arms. "Your worst f***ing nightmare."

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Inside the collapsing Haunted House, the fight was fast and brutal — but controlled.

Four Arms didn't have time for theatrics or drawn-out brawls. Every strike was measured: enough to concuss, disorient, and disable — never enough to shatter bone. He needed Goblin unconscious, not dead for now.

The green-masked man lunged on his battered hoverboard, trying to dart past, but Nova was quicker. With one massive hand, Four Arms snatched the front of the glider mid-flight, yanked it violently down, and sent Goblin crashing to the floor.

The board sputtered, skidding against the ground before embedding itself in a cracked wall.

Nova wasted no time. He ducked a desperate swipe, landed a heavy backhand, then slammed Goblin's head against a fallen support beam. The villain groaned, vision swimming.

Another swift punch to the side of the helmet and Goblin's eyes rolled back. Unconscious.

Done.

He quickly tapped the Omnitrix, reverting to his human form in a green flash. Without hesitation, he pulled a simple dark cloak and mask from his system inventory, wrapping them on in practiced, fluid movements.

At the same time, several pre-set spells from his grimoire activated with a flick of his fingers: Invisibility, Sound Suppression, Heat Concealment, and a localized Presence Dampening Veil. The crumbling building seemed to fall silent around him, no trace of his existence lingering.

He slung the unconscious Goblin over his shoulder like a sack of grain, quickly yanked the smoldering, cracked hoverboard from the wreckage and stashed it into his inventory.

And not a moment too soon.

A loud crash at the front.

"Split left — he's inside!" Gwen's voice rang out, tense but focused.

MJ's footfalls followed right behind.

They burst in, both suits battered and scuffed, only to find—

Nothing.

The Haunted House was a wreck. Props shattered, walls caved in, dust still drifting in the air.

MJ looked around, then raised a brow. "Okay… we literally saw those two crash through this place. Either it swallowed them, or this is the least haunted haunted house I've ever seen."

Gwen blew out a breath, glancing at her web-shooters. "Damn it. He's gone."

" But who was that red four armed gaint?"

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Meanwhile

In a dark alley near the now-burning Oscorp shareholder tent, Nova reappeared with a faint shimmer as his concealment spells dropped. The bodies of board members, both dead and barely conscious, littered the site. Flames licked at the torn remains of the tent.

Without a word, Nova extended a hand — a soft pulse of magic spreading out like a ripple. Mass Sleep.

Those still alive slumped to the ground.

He dragged Norman's limp form forward, stripped away the cracked, tattered Goblin armor with another spell, and conjured an immaculate, expensive business suit over the unconscious man's battered frame.

Adjusting his cufflinks with a smirk, Nova whispered, "Time to tidy up the narrative."

He walked Norman to the center of the carnage and dumped him unceremoniously onto the bloodstained carpet, right beneath the Oscorp banner.

He first took out the still alive people and dropped them outside and then from his inventory, Nova summoned one of Goblin's own pumpkin bombs — primed it — and tossed it inside the remains of the tent, letting it settle amongst shattered glass and toppled chairs.

Tick… tick… tick…

Without waiting for the detonation, Nova vanished into the shadows, another concealment veil already weaving around him as he moved.

Tonight's mess was nearly cleaned up.

And no one would know how it truly ended.