Grandpa Universe In Multiverse

Alexander came to the supposedly casted out Angel and saw him eating food.

"So, care to tell me why I should take care of you?" Alexander asked.

"Umm... I don't know. Father only said that you will teach me and stuff." Douglas shrugged.

"Hmmm... You clearly lack discipline. Douglas, your first task is to cut grass in the whole Phixheim. You have 3 days to complete." Alexander ordered.

Douglas thought that Phixheim was some small garden and agreed, "Hah, such an easy work. It's as easy as lifting my finger."

Alexander didn't say anything and teleported to Phixheim with him. They didn't appear on the ground but very high in the sky.

Douglas looked down and felt an ominous possibility. He started sweating and looked at Alexander, "I-Is this Phixheim?"

Alexander nodded with a smile, "Yes, the whole planet is."

Douglas' shoulders fell in defeat. "T-This is illegal. This is workforce exploitation."

"You've already agreed to it. Now get to work or I'll add another planet. By the way, you cannot use any magic. You will cut the grass with this." He said and took out a tiny finger-sized scissor.

Douglas caught it and looked at it gloomily. "What the hell is this? It will take an eternity to cut with this."

"Remember, I am teaching you discipline and perseverance. Now get to work, Soldier." Alexander patted his shoulder and went away.

~Ah, man. What have I gotten myself into?~ Douglas looked around at the vast jungles.

...

Peter Parker had sorted everything out. He knew what he was going to do with his newfound powers. He had finally found his chance to become a hero.

So he wore his makeshift mask and patrolled the streets to fight the crime. He had felt a need for fast maneuvering ability and was working on it. The web-shooters would soon be finished.

Until then, he would work from the ground. For the past few days, he had only stopped some burglars and helped old people cross the streets.

He was just walking and saw another old man trying to cross the street. Peter rolled his eyes and went to help, this was a daily thing now. For some reason, all the big criminals had disappeared since he started this work. Unknown to him that Alexander had done a full sweep of all the criminal organizations that Christmas eve.

"Well, no kindness is big or small." Peter convinced himself.

"Hello, mister. Do you need help?" Peter asked.

Alexander looked at the boy, "Haha... How are you, Peter?"

Peter was surprised, how did the old man know him. He tried to remember the face of the man and suddenly an image appeared in his mind. The old man who gave him the Police Car toy. Alexander had made it so he wouldn't recognize him as the president. At least for now.

"Oh, you're that old man. How did you recognize me?" Peter asked.

"From your voice, kid. It is still similar to what it was when you were small. What are you doing dressing up so weird?" Alexander asked.

"I-I... Was just...." Peter got flustered, trying to come up with an excuse.

Alexander laughed, "Hahaha... It's alright, everyone has secret hobbies. Let's go and grab a burger."

Peter agreed and took down his mask. He still had some baby fat on his face.

"Your face hasn't changed much, you know." Alexander ruffled his hair. He was a lot taller than Peter.

Peter embarrassingly laughed. ~Is this what grandparents act like?~

He took Peter to a nearby Westeros Bar. Alexander secretly showed his V.I.P. card and went in. Otherwise, they'd have to wait for half an hour as there was a long line outside.

Peter was marveling at the old themed bar. He had never been to one of these because the food was very pricey.

"This chain sells the best burgers in the world," Alexander said.

"I know, I've heard a lot about it. But I never tasted it, couldn't afford it in my 100$ pocket money." Peter replied.

Alexander was confused, "I delivered a check of 2 Million dollars in your name that day to your aunt."

"Oh, Aunt May had told me about it. She said she has put it in Fixed Deposit and I can use it when I turn 18. She said the money had increased to 3.5 million from all the accumulated interest." He confided.

Alexander appreciated it. This really kept Peter to the ground and he grew to be a good-hearted humble boy. Though a little bit socially awkward.

"Haha... Don't you do part-time jobs every now and then?" He asked and ordered 10 burgers and lots of Butterbeer. For Peter, there was orange juice.

"I do but I end up spending most of it on buying more equipment..." Peter suddenly realized he spoke more than he should have.

"Haha... Don't make that face, kid. I know everything. I currently work in public service and saw you jumping buildings on CCTV. Though no need to worry, I deleted that footage." He dropped the bomb.

Peter felt like his superhero career was already in jeopardy. And it hadn't even started yet. He looked at Alexander thinking about what he should do.

Alexander felt it and just laughed, "Haha... It's alright, Peter. Don't worry, your secret will always be safe with me. Though I am interested in what equipment you are buying, maybe I can help."

Peter was about to speak but the waiter interrupted them and put the food in front of them.

"Let's dig in." Alexander grabbed it and started devouring the burger. He told Peter to continue what he was saying.

Peter spoke with his mouth full, "So, umm... I just needed some strong metal and chemicals to make nylon."

"Oh... So you're trying to make web-shooters. I guess they do go with your powers." Alexander guessed.

Peter was speechless, "How did you guess that?"

"Simple, you have spider-like powers. You want a strong metal that can hold your weight and nylon for the web. Not that hard to guess, kid." Alexander explained.

Alexander finished his third burger and took out his phone and sent a message. In just 15 minutes a man came and delivered him a suitcase. Peter just confusedly looked at everything, still trying to figure out the old man's status.

Alexander opened the case and handed a metal bar to Peter. "Here, this metal is crazy strong and can handle the weight of even a hundred Peters. And now this. In this cylinder is a chemical. It was made from studying real spider's web. You can surely make more of it after studying."

Peter looked at the metal bar and the transparent cylinder. "Why are you doing all this?"

"Peter, you're a good kid. But if you really want to become a hero then you will need more than just powers. These things can immensely help you in your work. One more thing, there is another gift in the suitcase. Also, keep that suitcase, it's bulletproof, fireproof, and can even turn invisible." He said and slowly stood up.

"Peter, there are hundreds of people in the world with superpowers. But not all of them choose the good path. Some turn evil because they feel invincible. So, always remember, son. With great power comes great responsibility. I wish you good luck." He said.

Peter was so engrossed in Alexander's words that he didn't even notice him leaving. The words, 'With great power comes great responsibility' were floating in his mind.

When his senses returned he looked around and saw himself sitting alone. He quickly picked up the suitcase and looked in.

And there it was. A suit in red and blue. He didn't even have to take it out to understand what it was. Alexander had given him a simple cloth spiderman suit for now. Still, the cloth was bulletproof, fireproof, and waterproof.

"Excuse me, sir." A voice came.

Peter turned his head and saw the waiter with a paper in hand.

~Oh... How will I pay for the food, I don't have money on me?~ he got anxious.

"Yes?" he voiced.

"The man who just left told us to give it to you." The waiter meekly said,

Peter interestingly took the thick paper and read it. He couldn't believe what he saw.

"Can this really be bought?" He asked.

"Yes, sir. But this is only for V.I.P. customers. From now on, you can eat anything as much as you want in any of our stores in the whole world. You are allowed to bring only two more people. Here is the V.I.P card, sir." The waiter passed on a golden-colored plastic card.

Peter hesitantly took it. ~I should pay mr... Oh no, I don't even know his name.~

"May I know how much this V.I.P membership costs?" Peter inquired.

"Oh, it only costs 10 million dollars." The waiter said and left. Leaving behind a shocked Peter.

Peter looked at the small golden card as if it was the most precious treasure and quickly put it in his deepest pocket.

"Ned should never find out about this." He made a mental note and left after finishing his food.

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