Falling down the sky wasn’t a bird or a plane or anything else. Instead, it was a man in a grey costume that concealed his identity while also protecting his body. Such a sight of a man falling from great heights would normally cause a great disturbance in people. However, the citizens of New York in Earth-1564 seemed to be unbothered by this. After all, they all knew who this person in question was: it was the friendly neighborhood vigilante that had served New York for the last six or seven years. He was often called Spider-Man or the Silk. There had even been a great debate on what to call this hero but to him that didn’t matter as long as he got the job done. Zooming in towards the skyscrapers, he suddenly extended his arm and pressed inside his palm with his middle and ring fingers. This released a long string of organic web from his wrists, which attached to one of the buildings in the distance and let him swing.
It had been a regular day so far: Allen had stopped a bank robbery, a stolen helicopter and a gas tanker with busted brakes. He wondered what New York had in store for him next. Swinging through the building and quickly changing his location from one street to another, Allen suddenly experienced a strange feeling. He quickly backflipped from his swing and attached to one of the nearby buildings. His senses were being overloaded; it felt like everything was coming towards him with intent to kill. He didn’t know what caused such a suffocating feeling or why it happened only now, but he could feel it coming closer and closer, his heartbeat becoming more erratic every second.
And at last it happened. A giant portal opened right above him as he set his gaze upon what was inside of it. He thought it was a reflection at first, but the more he examined it, the more he was convinced that it was more than that. If it had been a reflection then Allen would have seen himself in his dark grey costume. That wasn’t the case. It showed New York, alive and in action. And not just one, but two. This meant there were two other New Yorks in existence, hinting to the possibility of more of them existing as well. This was such a profound realization and discovery of course, but Allen couldn’t dwell on it more as he was suddenly pulled inside the portal along with several giant pieces of the buildings around him. The gravitational pull was so great that even if the building he was sticking on had stayed intact, he would not be able to keep his position for long.
Soon, Allen was inside the portal, having somehow managed to dodge all the debris that had also flew inside along with him. And once he was inside, the gravity neutralized the aforementioned effects, bringing the motions of everything that had been sucked in into an immobile state. Allen glanced back at the opening of the portal on his side and tried to make his way out again. But each time the closer he got, the stronger would he be repelled from the age. And ultimately it happened: the portal closed with such a great and unforeseen force, sending shockwaves in every direction. They were so powerful in fact; the last thing Allen saw was his city being ripped apart. Once the portal closed completely, it sent out a singular shockwave. One that was so powerful that it would ravage not only New York but the planet itself.
The resulting explosion pushed Allen back, as he flew towards one of the images of the New Yorks he had seen. Unable to take all of these in, the young man fainted and lost his consciousness. Along with the debris that had entered with him, he exited the portal and fell through the air. Midway through his free fall, his spider senses alerted his body and forced him to regain his consciousness. He quickly released a string of web and swung, avoiding the collateral damage that would soon be caused by the debris that had fallen out of nowhere. He made his way to the top of a nearby building, where he finally stopped and collapsed on the rooftop. In a swift motion he pulled his mask off and lied down, facing the blue sky. “What the fuck just happened?” he said slowly, trying to contemplate the reality.