"You can't really have gone native," Olivia Octavius said with a bright, disbelieving smile, "Just because you're in Peter Parker's body..." Her hands pressed together, and the arms on her back wound in the air with lazy readiness. "How did you manage that, by the way?"

His spider-sense was screaming at him, which was possibly the most unsettling thing that could be happening while meeting another universe's version of himself. She should be no threat to him. He should not be unsettled by her. But Peter Parker, Elliot Tolliver, Otto Octavius's stomach churned; he tried not to let his own metal arms writhe. Would he be the more skilled with them if it came to that, would he prove superior? Or would she?

"It's... a long story."

"Oh, I think we both have time."