Omnitrix in MCU

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To celebrate his success ben invited his friend for party in his mansion

The night was alive with energy as cars lined the massive driveway of Ben's new mansion. Bright lights illuminated the sprawling property, and music boomed from the DJ setup near the poolside. Classmates poured out of cars in groups, their laughter echoing through the air as they marveled at the grandeur of Ben's home. The mansion was decked out for the party, with colorful lights strung across the yard, a dance floor set up on the patio, and a buffet table laden with snacks and drinks.

Ben stood near the DJ booth, a wide grin on his face as he watched his classmates arrive. Peter, Gwen, MJ, and Ned stood by his side, equally impressed by the turnout. Ben adjusted his blazer and gave the DJ a friendly tap on the shoulder before grabbing the microphone. The music faded, and the crowd's chatter quieted as everyone turned their attention to Ben.

"Hello, everyone!" Ben's voice boomed through the speakers, his charisma immediately capturing everyone's attention. "Don't worry, the party is still on. I just wanted to thank you all for coming tonight. It means a lot to me. And last but not least," he paused dramatically, "I'll keep soaring like a rocket!"

The crowd cheered and clapped, and the DJ quickly restarted the music. The dance floor came alive as students flooded it, dancing to the upbeat tracks. Ben joined Gwen, MJ, Peter, and Ned, their laughter mingling with the music as they danced together. The energy was electric, and everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives.

Tony Revolori, however, had other plans. Whispering to his friends, he said, "This party isn't wild enough for my taste. Let's change that." Tony pulled out a concealed bottle of alcohol he had smuggled into the party and, unnoticed by anyone, emptied it into the punch bowl and other juice containers. His friends laughed nervously but didn't stop him.

Ben, oblivious to what had just happened, grabbed a few glasses of punch after his dance with Gwen and MJ. Peter noticed Ben drinking more than usual and raised an eyebrow but didn't think much of it. By the third glass, Ben started feeling lightheaded. "Whoa," he muttered, wobbling slightly. Peter caught him by the arm and asked, "You okay, Ben?" Ben grinned widely, his confidence growing. "I'm more than okay! I'm great!"

Suddenly, Ben's eyes lit up with an idea. "Wait here," he told Peter and the group. He walked up to the DJ booth, tapped the DJ on the shoulder, and whispered something in his ear. The DJ nodded, stepped aside, and handed Ben the mic. Ben picked up a concert-grade microphone earpiece, hooked it over his ear, and adjusted it confidently. The music abruptly stopped, and the disco lights dimmed.

Without warning, the opening beats of "Blinding Lights" started playing. The pulsating synth-pop rhythm filled the room, and Ben started swaying to the beat. Then he began singing, his voice surprisingly good for someone who was slightly tipsy:

"I've been tryna call... I've been on my own for long enough... Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe."

The crowd roared with excitement, clapping and cheering as Ben confidently strutted across the floor, owning the moment. Some of the classmates who were initially hesitant to dance joined in, captivated by the energy Ben was bringing.

Ben continued, his voice blending perfectly with the music:

"I'm going through withdrawals... You don't even have to do too much... You can turn me on with just a touch, baby."

Peter shook his head in disbelief but couldn't help smiling. "Is it weird that he's actually good at this?" he asked Gwen. She laughed. "I'm as surprised as you are, but this is amazing!"

As the chorus hit, the room exploded with energy:

"I said, oooooohhhh, I'm blinded by the lights... No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch."

Classmates raised their hands in the air, waving them in sync with the beat. Some sang along, while others danced wildly. Even Ned got caught up in the excitement, attempting a goofy, exaggerated robot dance that sent Gwen and MJ into fits of laughter.

Ben, now fully embracing the moment, pointed to the DJ, who activated a dazzling light show. Multicolored beams danced around the room as the beat dropped, and everyone screamed in delight. The energy in the room was electric, as if the music had taken over completely.

Then, a group of boys brought out a large poster of J. Jonah Jameson, complete with an exaggerated scowl on his face. "Hey, Ben!" one of them shouted. "Look who came to crash the party!"

Ben paused mid-chorus, turned to look at the poster, and burst out laughing. "Oh, no, not him!" he joked, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. The crowd laughed along with him. Then, in a move that caught everyone off guard, Ben slipped off one of his shoes and hurled it at the poster. It hit Jameson's printed face with a satisfying thud, and the room erupted in cheers and laughter.

"Bullseye!" Peter shouted, clapping. "That's our Ben!"

"Just the perks of being famous for my work!" Ben quipped, returning to the mic. The crowd roared again. As he prepared to launch into the next verse.

The song transitioned into its final chorus, and the entire room sang along with Ben:

"I said, oooooohhhh, I'm blinded by the lights... No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch."

As the song ended, Ben struck a dramatic pose, mic in hand, and the crowd erupted into deafening applause. He bowed exaggeratedly before handing the mic back to the DJ, who resumed the upbeat party playlist.

The rest of the night continued in a similar fashion, with dancing, laughter, and endless stories that would be told for weeks to come. Even the mishap with the spiked drinks became part of the party's lore, though no one seemed to mind. It was a night to remember, and Ben's classmates couldn't stop talking about how this party was the best they'd ever attended.

As the party wound down and the guests began to leave, Ben slumped into a chair, exhausted but grinning. "Well," he said to Peter and Ned, who sat beside him, "I think that went pretty well."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "You mean apart from getting drunk and singing in front of everyone?"

Ben laughed. "Hey, it worked, didn't it?"

"Can't argue with that," Ned said, still chuckling. "Also, my comedy dance was a hit, right?"

"Absolutely," Ben replied, patting him on the shoulder. "You stole the show."

As the last guests trickled out, Ben looked around the room, now littered with streamers, cups, and confetti. "Totally worth it," he said, leaning back with a satisfied smile.