I'm Spider-Man (MCU)

Chapter 440: Spidey Vs Dormammu (1/2)

Chapter 440: Spidey Vs Dormammu (1/2)

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Peter's gaze remained locked onto Dormammu, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't deny the overwhelming power and presence that emanated from the colossal being before him. Yet, he refused to let fear paralyze him. With a deep breath, he steeled himself for the encounter ahead.

"Dormammu," Peter spoke with a confident grin, his eyes locked onto those of the dimensional god-like being. "I've come to kick your a*s."

For a brief moment, Dormammu's ethereal form froze, his gaze locking onto Peter with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a manner, let alone taunt him with a bold challenge. His deep, rumbling laughter echoed through the dark expanse, reverberating like the roll of distant thunder.

"Ah, this is a first," Dormammu boomed, his voice resonating through the dimension. "A mere insect defying me with such arrogance. You amuse me, little fool."

Peter couldn't help but chuckle, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Spiders are arachnids, not bugs. There's a difference." He hasn't had the chance to say that for a while, and it felt good.

Dormammu's laughter subsided, his eerie gaze narrowing as he regarded Peter with renewed interest. "Why are you here, little bug? You might as well tell me before your death. Maybe I'll make it quick, if you're compliant. That is, If I feel like it…"

"Why am I here?" Peter straightened his stance, his expression unwavering. "I've killed your followers. Kaecilius and his zealots are all dead. Well, actually the Ancient One killed the zealots, but the details don't really matter, do they? And I've come to ask you to release your hold on the Ancient One's soul and to never again threaten Earth's dimension. I want you to swear upon it."

Dormammu's gaze remained fixed on Peter, his aura flickering with the mixture of emotions that surged within him. The concept of swearing an oath was not to be taken lightly in the mystical realms. Peter knew this, and he could sense Dormammu's hesitation.

In the realm of dimensional beings and magic practitioners, making a vow was a sacred and dangerous act. By swearing upon something of immense importance, one was bound by the vow's terms, or else they'll face dire consequences. Although Peter was relatively new to the world of magic, compared to age old masters, who have been studying for hundreds of years, he had witnessed the power of vows firsthand.

Years ago, during his early days as a student of Kamar-Taj, a fellow student had rashly made a vow to never betray his girlfriend. And a few days later, said girlfriend found him talking to a woman in a courtyard, alone. Just for a fraction of a second, she felt the tiniest bit of betrayal, which set off the vow.

In a gruesome instant, the poor student's life was taken, leaving behind only a bloody mist as a testament to the power of his ill-fated vow. And worst of all, the person he was along to turned out to be a middle aged man. She only thought it was woman because of the long hair.

That day, Peter learned that even the tiniest of misunderstandings could set off a vow, especially if they're vague enough.

Understanding the stakes, Dormammu regarded Peter with both intrigue and caution. "Why should I humor your request?" He asked as if Peter were an idiot.

"I knew you wouldn't agree." Peter's smiled, a blood thirst grin spread across his face. "I challenge you to a battle, Dormammu. If I win, you'll have to abide by my terms. But if you win, I'll serve you for eternity."

Dormammu's eyes gleamed with interest, his spectral form shifting in the darkness. "A battle? Interesting…"

Peter held his ground, his gaze unwavering. "To win, one side must be either be dead, unconscious, or surrender."

A low, resonant chuckle escaped Dormammu, his voice a chilling echo that reverberated through the expanse around them. "Very well, I accept your challenge." After all, what does he have to be afraid of? This is the Dark dimension, and he's a god here.

'Got him.' Peter smirked. "Should we swear on it now?."

"Eager, aren't we?" Dormammu's booming voice sounded amused.

Peter held Dormammu's gaze, his voice resolute. "Well, I'd rather we set everything in stone beforehand. That way, you can't weasel your way out of it after I win."

Dormammu regarded Peter with a mixture of skepticism and amusement. "Very well. I accept your challenge and swear my existence on its terms. But know this, if you fail, your fate will be sealed, and you will serve me for eternity."

"Agreed. And I swear my existence on the terms as well." Peter replied firmly, feeling the vow form between them. "Just remember, victory can be achieved through surrender, incapacitation, or death."

Dormammu's form shifted, a nod of acknowledgment rippling through the gaseous shroud that surrounded him. "Then let the battle commence. Prepare yourself..."

A moment of tension between Peter and Dormammu seemed to stretch infinitely, the weight of their challenge filling the air around them. Before the first blows were exchanged, a palpable energy charged the atmosphere, and Peter began to change.

Peter's form seemed to transform, his muscles bulging and his skin turning a fiery shade of red. With a powerful surge of energy, he morphed into the imposing figure of the Red Hulk. Dormammu's eyes flickered with an impressed glint as he observed the transformation, his spectral form hovering above the ground.

"You've truly embraced the power of rage, how curious," Dormammu mused, his voice carrying a mix of intrigue and arrogance. "But even in this form, you are nothing before me."

Peter met Dormammu's gaze with a defiant smile, his towering frame radiating a sense of raw power. "I've had some practice with this power. Fought a dragon once. Wasn't too impressed though, felt like it could've been stronger."

Dormammu's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "A dragon, you say? How quaint. Let's see if I can provide a more suitable challenge for you."

With a casual wave of his hand, Dormammu's power surged, and the dark dimension around them seemed to tremble with the unleashed energy. The air crackled with an otherworldly intensity, and the battle between them intensified as they clashed once more.

The ebb and flow of their fight unfolded in a relentless dance, a fierce back-and-forth exchange that resonated with cosmic power. Peter's blows connected with Dormammu's form, creating shockwaves that reverberated through the dimension. Yet, Dormammu's retaliation was swift and powerful, his attacks striking with a ferocity that tested Peter's endurance.

As they exchanged blows, Peter seized every opportunity to taunt his formidable opponent. "Is that all you've got, Dormammu? I was expecting something more impressive!"

Dormammu's response was a surge of energy that sent Peter hurtling through the air, crashing into a distant expanse of the dark dimension. The impact was powerful, but Peter quickly regained his footing, his body unyielding in the face of the assault.

"Not bad," Peter remarked, grinning as he wiped a trickle of blood from his mouth. "But I've felt worse."

Dormammu's eyes glowed with an icy intensity as he unleashed a torrent of dark energy, the malevolent force slicing through the air with an otherworldly shriek. Peter braced himself to withstand the attack. His form absorbed the impact, the energy crackling around him as he emerged unscathed.

But the battle was taking its toll. Despite his best efforts, he was struggling to match Dormammu's overwhelming power. In a desperate move, he channeled the fiery energy within him, surrounding himself with the searing flames of the Phoenix.

Dormammu's form flickered with surprise as the intense heat engulfed Peter. The flames of the Phoenix were legendary, the hottest and most destructive force in the universe. Yet, even as the flames raged, Dormammu's composure remained unshaken. After all, only the Phoenix itself could scare him. Peter only wielded the tiniest fraction of its power.

With a roar, Peter charged at Dormammu, his flaming fists striking with a force that reverberated through the dimension. Dormammu countered with a surge of dark energy, the clash of their powers sending shockwaves that rippled outward, distorting the very fabric of the dimension.

Dormammu's eyes glinted with irritation as Peter's attacks continued to find their mark, his defenses faltering under the onslaught. His anger surged, fueling his next attack with a reckless intensity.

Suddenly, with an eruption of dark energy, Dormammu opened his mouth, unleashing a thick beam of dark power that washed over Peter, erasing his existence in an instant.

'Oh sh*t…' Peter thought as he died.

Dormammu's form shifted as he sighed in exasperation, a hint of annoyance coloring his voice. "I let my anger cloud my control. What a foolish mistake." He muttered, annoyed that he accidentally killed what could have been a fairly impressive servant.

Yet, before Dormammu's thoughts could fully solidify, an odd phenomenon unfolded. The dimension seemed to ripple and rewind. Seconds later, Peter reappeared where he had stood moments before, his form alive and intact. The Eye of Agamotto around his neck glowed with a pulsating green light, an eerie symbol of his control over time itself.

Dormammu's spectral eyes widened in disbelief, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "What is this? Did I not eradicate you?"

Just as the confusion began to set in, a familiar portal materialized exactly where a Peter first arrived, and surprisingly, another Peter stepped through, his casual demeanor and familiar words echoing through the dark dimension.

"Yo." He said, waving casually. "Dormammu, I've come to kick your a*s."

The original Peter's gaze turned toward his past self, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Oh? It already started?"

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