The Little Prince, Scarlet Witch

In a completely separate parallel reality, Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff) has reached the height of her power through endless grief and the magic she created. She is no longer a hero; she is an absolute queen who wants a “family,” but one that will only obey her.

One night, as Peter is patrolling the rooftops of New York, the sky turns red. A portal of chaotic energy opens and Scarlett appears, fully dressed in royal red and wearing a crown of black crystals. Peter doesn’t even have a chance to cast the web; Scarlett’s magic engulfs him like a hurricane.

When he wakes up, he is in Scarlett’s floating palace; a red, glass palace floating in the empty sky. Peter tries to get up, but his body is naked. It's not his Spider-Man costume; he's **completely naked**.

Scarlett rises from her crystal throne, fully clothed, in a long skirt and velvet gloves. She smiles; a smile that's both maternal and domineering.

"Hello, **my little boy**. From now on, you're **Peter Maximoff**. My son. My villain."

Peter starts to protest, but magic shuts him up. With a wave of her hand, Scarlett has him on her knees; naked, trembling, and completely exposed. : Scarlett completely dignified, Peter completely naked and defenseless.

Scarlett puts a finger under Peter's chin and raises his head.

"Look at you, darling. This... **little thing**?"

Her eyes fall on Peter's small, embarrassing penis. Peter blushes, trying to pull his legs together, but the magic keeps them apart. Scarlett laughs; a soft but contemptuous laugh.

"Wow, Peter... that's not even the size of my little finger! You wanted to be a hero with this?"

Scarlett magically conjures up a large mirror in front of Peter so he can see himself; a skinny, naked boy with a small, beautiful penis

"Look, my boy. This is **my prince's penis**. So **cute and tiny**, isn't it? No girl can even feel it. Only I can laugh at it... and you should laugh too."

Peter smiles. Scarlett sets him down on the floor, naked, and sits down next to him; still fully clothed.

“From today on, you are my villain. But a **little** villain. Your job is to crawl in the shadows, gather information, and come back to Mommy every night so I can teach you how to be **really** dangerous... with this **little** piece of you.”

Peter is now **Scarlett's Boy**; not Spider-Man, not a hero. Just a naked, humiliated boy, in a black suit and with a penis that is the subject of the Queen's laughter. But deep down, the magic has made him love this humiliation; love his mother, love evil.

And Scarlett, the absolute Queen, smiles:

“Another addition to the family. Now go, little boy... it's time to hunt heroes.”

In this reality, New York no longer has Spider-Man.