Meanwhile, in another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, ANOTHER universe...
Unbeknownst to anypony in Equestria, one of the tears in the multiverse appeared in the sky over Manhattan, the citizens down below unaware of the phenomenon. In an empty prison cell titled "B-022", a yellow glow similar to the one that sent the Spider-Men, Venom, and the cured villains back to their homes shined brightly before dissipating to reveal an African-American teenager wearing a prison uniform.
This was Liz Allan.
Looking around in shock and confusion, Liz took notice of a mirror in the cell. She looked herself over to see if she was still in one piece. To her relief, she was. The relief turned to fear when she took in her surroundings. What happened? One minute she was about to head to her trial, the next minute she was here. Were her parents okay? Her father Adrian Toomes lost his job because of the self-righteous Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, so she started selling leftover alien tech through the black market to help make more money to provide for them. Did they know where she was? What's going to happen to them? All those thoughts swirled in her mind as she tried to calm herself down and quipped to ease the tension while she figured things out,
"Hope the food's better around here than at the other place."
"The bizarre story developing at the Manhattan Detention Center when a teenager identifying herself as "Liz Allan" simply appeared out of nowhere in an otherwise empty cell."
Liz, still clad in her prison uniform, is later seen being led out of the prison by police officers into a police cruiser, who were just as confused as to how she got there as she was.
"A hearing has been said that could likely lead to her immediate release."
Inside the car, Liz looks outside the backseat window, her instincts telling her that this Manhattan is not the one she knows.
"Might as well learn everything I can about this place," she said.
A Few Months Later
On the outskirts of Manhattan, a car zoomed across the road while the sun lowered behind the hills. The occupants inside the car wore unsure and nervous expressions. Just a few hours ago, they got a message from an anonymous source asking to meet them at the abandoned lighthouse outside of town. The man driving the car checked the GPS to make sure they were still on the right route. The woman sitting next to him glanced at him with concern before looking at her boyfriend in the backseat; he was also concerned about what was going on. A tense silence engulfed the car as they headed to their destination.
Finally, well into nightfall, they arrived at the location. The man parked the car at the base of a dilapidated lighthouse and exited out of the driver's seat while his companions did the same. Now outside of the vehicle, the three people's physical appearances could be properly seen. The driver was a young man in his 30s who had long, black hair, a full beard on his face, a well-built, yet still slender figure, and he wore black clothing.
His name was Dr. Michael Morbius. He was also known by some as The Living Vampire.
Morbius looked at his companions; the man from the backseat was a tall, muscular, clean-shaven man in his 20s while the woman who sat in the front seat was a beautiful redhead with an hourglass-figure who was taller than Morbius, but shorter than her boyfriend, also in her 20s.
They were Trevor Alexanders and Sapphire 'Sypha' Jackson, one a descendant of vampire/monster hunters and the other gifted with powerful magic. Trevor wore a leather vest, light brown pants, and a sword safely tucked in its sheath. Sapphire had dark green leather pants, a long-sleeved velvet shirt, and what appeared to be a turquoise cowl wrapped around her neck.
"You two ready?" Morbius asked.
"Honestly? Not so much," Trevor answered in an English accent. "We don't even know what this guy," he caught his girlfriend looking at him dryly, "or girl wants with us."
"I'm with Trev," Sapphire said in a Scottish accent. "Why would anybody want to meet us somewhere faraway from public eyes? Doesn't that sound suspicious to you?"
Morbius understood their concerns, but the message clearly stated that they were to come alone, no one else. If they were to bring anybody else, they could risk having that fourth party harmed or worse. He wasn't willing to risk that. Not after what happened last year.
"I get it, you guys, really I do. But if we did come with backup, who knows what this guy could do to them. I won't risk that to anyone." He then looked at his watch to check the time. It was 7:18 PM. He sighed. The anonymous person said that they would be here at this precise time. So where were they?
Just then, Morbius’s ears twitched and he looked around trying to discern where the noise was coming from. Trevor and Sapphire noticed.
"Mike?"
"What's the matter?"
“You two hear that?”
Trevor and Sapphire listened more closely until they heard what appeared to be jet engines roaring in the distance, turning their attention to the dried up seabed. Four lights were speeding towards them. Unconsciously, Morbius flexed his claws out and narrowed his eyes, Trevor gripped the hilt of his sword, and Sapphire conjured up some fireballs in her hands. The three prepared for themselves for a likely conflict.
The lights eventually revealed themselves to be attached to a figure wearing a pilot's jacket over a specialized flying suit with metallic feminine body armor, a pair of talons attached on high heeled boots, a detachable steel winged harness, and a modified pilot's helmet that resembled a bird's head. It was none other than Liz Allan, or as she's more commonly known as while wearing the suit in her universe, the Vulturess. The Vulturess slowly descended toward the trio as her wing thrusters powered down.
"Dr. Morbius, Mr. Alexander, and Ms. Jackson, thanks for meeting me here," she said behind her helmet.
Morbius quirked an eyebrow, "You know of us?" he asked.
"I've done some research about you three since I arrived."
"What do you want?" Trevor demanded.
"Straight to the point, eh? I can respect that. Well, I have a little... proposition to make with you guys."
"And what would that be?" Sapphire asked.
"At the moment, I'm not really sure how I got here. Or where 'here' is, exactly. But I feel like it has something to do with Spider-Man… I think. I'm still trying to figure this place out, but I think a bunch of people like us should... join forces, you know? And do some good."
Morbius, Trevor, and Sapphire looked at each other in contemplation. They only met this woman and she’s saying they should team up with her, right off the bat. They don't know why, but they've got a suspicious feeling that this team she's talking about is meant for more… sinister reasons. They shared nods. They'll play along and see if she’s being truthful or not. Their decision made, Morbius turned back to face the Vulturess.
"Your offer sounds... intriguing. We're listening."