Future Technology Building
Inside a sleek, ultra-modern lab situated at the heart of James's towering Future Technology Building, Little Spider-Man stared intently at the giant monitor screen. His brow furrowed with hesitation. Beside him, James leaned back comfortably, sipping coffee as if they weren't discussing something that could shatter the world's understanding of science and reality.
Peter Parker bit his lip. His fingers twitched, and after a long inner struggle, he finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been gnawing at him for days.
"Um… James," Peter began, cautiously glancing at him. "I don't mean to pry into your personal affairs or anything. But there's something I really want to know…"
He slowly removed his mask, revealing a youthful face still carrying traces of inexperience, but now laced with confusion and determination.
"When I was bitten by that spider… when my body was going out of control, when I thought I was going to die…" He paused, his voice trembling slightly. "Was that pill you gave me back then—was that SCP-500?"
James blinked at him for a moment, clearly caught off guard by the question. Then, slowly, a smile formed on his lips.
He studied Peter's expression with a glint of amusement. Honestly, the moment he first met Peter on that subway train, he'd been surprised too. The signs were all there—the classic indicators that this boy had just been bitten by a genetically-altered spider. But unlike in the movies or comics, something had gone terribly wrong.
Peter hadn't awakened any special powers. No superhuman strength. No wall-crawling. No spider-sense. Instead, his DNA was rapidly disintegrating. His body was on the verge of total collapse.
If James hadn't acted quickly—hadn't given him a pill from his private stash of SCP-500—the kid probably wouldn't have made it. Let alone become the Spider-Man everyone would come to know.
Now that Peter had figured it out, James saw no point in hiding the truth.
He grinned and nodded. "So, how was it? The effect's pretty amazing, right?"
Peter's mouth fell open. He looked like someone had just confirmed that Santa Claus not only existed, but also drove a Ferrari.
"Wait—you're seriously admitting it?! That was SCP-500?"
James shrugged nonchalantly. "What else could it have been?"
Peter was flabbergasted. "You actually have SCP-500?! That's supposed to be, like, the miracle drug! The panacea!"
James laughed softly. "Think about it, Peter. How do you think my company managed to expand its influence across the galaxy? You think that's all based on business acumen and good branding?"
He leaned back on the sofa, stretching with relaxed ease. "No. You need some serious tech to back that kind of empire. And yeah, I may have brought a few... souvenirs when I came to this universe."
Peter's eyes were practically bulging now. "So… you really are from another reality?"
"Pretty much," James replied casually.
"And you brought—what?—supernatural medicine with you? Like a whole stockpile of SCP-500?!"
James gave him a playful smirk. "Don't get greedy now. I didn't say I had a stockpile. Just a few pills. But enough to save your life."
Peter rubbed his temples. "This is insane… Do you have any other items like that?"
"No, Parker," James said, his tone suddenly turning serious. "There are no anomalies in this universe."
Peter squinted at him, clearly not buying it. "Then what was that?"
James gestured lazily toward the pill bottle still secured behind reinforced glass on one of the display shelves. "That? That's just a medicine. You can think of it as an advanced technological product. A really, really good one."
Peter gawked at him. "James, a panacea that cures anything is not just a tech product. That's literally magic in pill form!"
James waved him off. "As a multi-galactic billionaire, carrying a couple of life-saving pills doesn't seem so unreasonable… right?"
"Nuclear—what?! Reasonable, my a**!" Peter exclaimed, now pacing the room. "James, do you have any idea how dangerous this stuff could be in the wrong hands?"
"Oh, I do," James replied smoothly. "That's why it's in my hands."
Peter groaned. "Unbelievable. Okay, be honest with me. Do you have other anomalous items in storage? I'm dying to see them!"
James gave him a sidelong glance. "What are you thinking? Of course not—"
Before he could finish, a calm, elegant voice interrupted them.
"Master," the AI butler, Qin, said gently. "Miss Gaea seems to have awakened."
James's expression froze. "…Right. Moving on."
Meanwhile, the Marvel world's audience was going into a frenzy.
Ever since it was revealed that James had used SCP-500 to save Peter Parker, discussions across online platforms had reached new heights of obsession. Fans and theorists alike were scrambling to learn more about the strange and mysterious "Foundation" from James's universe.
Some enthusiasts had even created entire forums dedicated to cataloging every piece of information mentioned during the memory broadcasts. They compiled files, theories, and speculation in formats mimicking official SCP entries.
The level of dedication was staggering—even SHIELD agents found themselves feeling humbled. A few of the top forum posts had received millions of views. Some discussion threads reached hundreds of thousands of replies, debating topics like:
Thaumaturges
Reality Benders
Divine Entities
Memetic Hazards
Cognitohazards
When SHIELD Director Nick Fury was briefed on the explosion of interest, he raised an eyebrow and decided to take a look for himself. Clicking on one of the threads titled "What Is a Thaumaturge, Really?", he read:
"It's too simplistic to call thaumaturgy just another word for magic. I believe thaumaturges and reality benders exist on opposite ends of a spectrum. It's like comparing logic-based spatial interference with raw chaos-based dimensional rewriting…"
One of the posters turned out to be a tenured mathematics professor from a world-renowned university. His comment had turned into a full-blown thesis with graphs, formulas, and mathematical models.
Nick Fury stared at the screen, his face forming a series of question marks.
"???"
How had these people deduced so much from so little? He had only seen a handful of brief scenes from James's memories, and these people had already created an entire academic field around them.
Still, Fury couldn't deny it.
In just a few short scenes, James had made the SCP Foundation the biggest talking point in the Marvel world. People were more obsessed with it than even the Avengers, Wakanda, or the X-Men combined.
Even Fury had to admit he was intrigued. Unfortunately, the memory exposure system that revealed James's past seemed to function on its own, beyond anyone's control.
Currently, the world had a basic grasp of the concept of anomalies and reality-bending threats. But the details remained elusive.
And just then, the screen changed again.
The audience held their breath as a new memory scene began playing.
Even before the visuals appeared, a voice began narrating:
"In 2020, Site-CN-108 was invaded by Chaos Insurgency forces following a containment breach in the high-risk zone. In response, the command center immediately deployed available Mobile Task Forces in the surrounding area and assigned Colonel Wang as commander of the operation…"
The narration had the tone of an instructor giving a lecture.
"According to later reports, the number of Chaos Insurgency operatives was three times that of Colonel Wang's troops."
"Despite being outnumbered, Colonel Wang employed a double-flank entrapment tactic and strategically split the enemy force into isolated groups, neutralizing them one by one and securing the site."
As the picture sharpened, James and his squad appeared onscreen. They wore simple training uniforms and were seated in a wide hall, taking a class.
The instructor at the front of the room was a rugged, battle-hardened soldier—the kind that looked like he'd seen things no ordinary man could imagine.
Before he could finish his briefing, the ever-chatty Jack stood up abruptly.
"Boss, come on!" Jack said, unable to contain his excitement. "Why are we wasting time learning how to fight ordinary humans? Teach us how to fight the real threats!"
Several others joined in the protest.
"Yeah! Our enemies aren't just guys with guns! We're up against reality benders, memetic anomalies, cognitohazards! Teach us that stuff!"
Back in the real world, Nick Fury stared at the screen like a child hearing bedtime stories about monsters. If it weren't so surreal, he might've reached through the screen and high-fived the instructor.
Finally, someone was getting to the good part.
"Shut up, you idiots!" one trainee snapped. "You think you can take on a reality bender? Who do you think you are—James?"
The room quieted.
James, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke.
"Boss," he said calmly. "I'd like to know too."
The instructor looked surprised. But upon seeing that it was James who had asked, his expression changed from stern to thoughtful.
"…Alright then," the instructor said, stepping closer to the board. "Let's talk about how to handle special enemies."
He raised his pointer.
"First topic: Reality Benders."
And with that, the class—and the world—leaned forward.
The real lesson had begun.
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