The wormhole spat Y/N and Spider-Man out with a violent jolt, tossing them onto a vast expanse of farmland that stretched out in all directions beneath a sky that was bright and cloudless, the sun beating down with a steady warmth that felt strangely out of place in the aftermath of their chaotic travels. The air was thick with the scent of hay, earth, and something faintly metallic—a lingering reminder of the distortion they'd just been pulled through. For a moment, Y/N stood still, disoriented, her body heavy with the aftershocks of the wormhole, her mind already trying to piece together the unfamiliar world around her.

Spider-Man, however, had already found his own perch. With an easy fluidity, he scrambled atop a nearby silo, his webbing catching the edges of the structure, allowing him to sit back with his legs dangling over the edge as he looked out at the landscape. He exhaled, the sound of his breath carrying a mix of amusement and frustration. "Well, this is just great," he muttered to himself, his mask hiding the exact expression, but his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What are we going to do with a cow body now?"

Y/N didn't answer immediately. Instead, she shifted on her feet, her boots sinking slightly into the soft, moist soil of the field beneath her. The land was peaceful, almost unnervingly so. Rows of crops swayed gently in the wind, and the sound of birds chirping echoed in the distance. Despite the calm atmosphere, her senses were heightened, tingling with the unmistakable unease that came from being in an unknown world—one that was too perfect, too still.

Her eyes darted over the horizon, taking in the vastness of the farmland before her gaze shifted downward, scanning the more immediate surroundings. Her sharp vision caught a glimpse of movement to her right, something out of place in the otherwise serene scene. She turned her head to the side and her gaze landed on a surprising sight: a pig. But not just any pig. This one was lounging lazily on a high parapet, positioned comfortably under the warm sun as if it had all the time in the world. Its body was round and plush, the light glinting off its soft pink skin. It seemed completely at ease, not a care in the world.

Y/N's eyebrow arched in curiosity. She didn't get a chance to study the pig further before it broke the silence.

"Hey, can you see I'm basking here, lady?" The pig's voice was deep and almost too human, dripping with irritation as it glanced up at her with a beady, dark eye. The casualness in its tone was almost jarring—here she was, a creature of unknown power, and yet the pig appeared completely uninterested in her presence, as if this was a normal occurrence for him.

Y/N leaned forward, her curiosity getting the better of her. She crouched slightly, her fingers brushing against the rough surface of the parapet as she observed the pig. It didn't flinch. Instead, it raised a hoof slightly, as if to stretch, before settling back into its relaxed position.

"I wasn't trying to interrupt," Y/N said coolly, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. The strangeness of the moment wasn't lost on her. "But it's hard to ignore a talking pig. You don't see that every day."

The pig snorted, the sound almost like a chuckle. "I know, right? But you're not the first, and probably not the last. Now, if you don't mind," the pig huffed, adjusting its position once more to get more comfortable in the warm sunlight, "I'd appreciate it if you'd let me enjoy my afternoon. It's not every day I get to soak up the rays without a care in the world."

Y/N stood up straight again, looking over her shoulder toward Spider-Man, who was still lounging on the silo with his mask tilted just slightly in her direction, waiting for some sort of response or perhaps an explanation. She couldn't help but let out a small, humorless laugh. "Well, I guess we'll let you get back to your sunbathing," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "But I have a feeling we're not done here."

Without waiting for the pig to respond, she turned her gaze back toward Spider-Man. "Let's go. We've got bigger things to deal with than talking pigs and sunbathing animals."

Spider-Man hopped down from the silo with a dramatic swing of his legs, his feet landing softly on the earth as he straightened up. "I'm all for chasing down Goblins or whatever, but a little side distraction never hurt anyone, right?" He tossed a playful look over his shoulder as he began walking in the direction Y/N had already been scanning earlier, where she felt something—a pull, a sense that there was more to this farm than met the eye.

Y/N gave the pig one last glance. It had settled back into its sunbathing, oblivious to their departure. "Let's hope the next stop is less weird," she muttered under her breath as she followed Spider-Man toward whatever awaited them next in this bizarre, unfamiliar world.

SCENEBREAK

The pig, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around it, continued basking in the sun, completely unaware of the dangerous attention it had just attracted. Its small, beady eyes blinked slowly, its round body shifting slightly as it adjusted to get the best angle on the sunlight. The simplicity of the moment felt like a stark contrast to the turmoil building in the air.

Y/N's heart was racing, her senses on high alert as the sound of rushing wind and mechanical whirring filled the space around her. The Green Goblin's glider zoomed into view, its engines humming ominously, cutting through the air with precision as it zeroed in on its target—the defenseless pig. Y/N's instincts kicked in, her grip tightening on her weapon, her eyes narrowing as she watched the Goblin's glider prepare to strike.

Spider-Man was already in motion, his webbing flying out to intercept the Goblin, but Y/N knew that this was going to take more than just a quick web-swing. The Goblin's sinister intentions were all too clear: he was after something far more valuable than just the pig's simple existence. What was it? The answer still eluded her, but she could feel it—the pull of something darker beneath the surface.

Y/N didn't have time to wait for answers. As the Goblin drew nearer to the pig, she saw her opening. Her breath steadying, she took a calculated step forward, adjusting her aim. Her weapon, normally a blur of motion in her hands, felt oddly still. She was calm now—focused, locked in on the target before her. The pig was too important to be lost in the shuffle of this fight.

Without hesitation, she squeezed the trigger.

The shot sliced through the air with a sharp, precise whistle, its sound almost lost in the commotion. For a moment, it felt like time had slowed. The bullet pierced the air and struck the Goblin with deadly accuracy. The impact was immediate—there was a flash of light, a brief explosion of energy as the shot hit its mark. The Goblin let out a roar of frustration as he was knocked off course, his glider spiraling away from its intended target. His scream echoed in the open field, a sound that held both fury and disbelief as he crashed into the dirt, his glider skidding and sputtering behind him.

Y/N stood motionless for a beat, her body frozen as she processed what had just transpired. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her heart hammering in her ears. The shock of the moment hit her, making her aware of the odd calm that had settled over her—she had never fired a shot with such precision before. The certainty in her movements, the steady aim, the strike that had landed with perfect force—she hadn't even thought about it; it had simply happened.

"That's new," she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. The thrill of the shot, the rush of adrenaline, still coursed through her, but there was also a sense of something darker shifting within her, something unfamiliar and unsettling. She wasn't sure what it was, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this moment marked something more than just another fight.

Spider-Man, who had been swinging through the air to catch up, landed beside her in a crouch, his mask tilting toward the fallen Goblin. He blinked once, his surprise evident even through the mask. "Whoa," he said, clearly taken aback. "Did you just—?"

Y/N didn't answer immediately, her focus still on the fallen Goblin. There was something about his defeated form that felt... off. She could feel the energy in the air shifting, the atmosphere thick with tension. Her hand hovered near her weapon, ready for whatever came next. Something told her that this battle wasn't over—not by a long shot.

The Goblin groaned from the ground, struggling to rise, his expression one of pure hatred. "You think you've won, shadow?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "This is just the beginning."

Y/N's lips curled into a faint, knowing smirk. "I don't think so," she said quietly, more to herself than to him. She was more than ready for whatever this world—or the Goblin—had in store for them next.