𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐀𝐍..
Not all heroes get remembered and surely not all heroes have it all; this story is about the hero who was never where she was supposed to be. Wrong place, wrong time, life gets confusing until a...
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Echoes of a second chance danced behind the gentle vibrations his mind balanced instinctively to reverberate through his bones and muscles, awakening tissue in a somewhat impossible try to control the ultimate fall. Anyone sane to the brain would have closed their eyes in the infinite second which seemed to be described as travelling in the fabric between universes. But not him. Not Peter Parker. Because how could he pass on the opportunity of actually bracing himself ahead and grasping as much knowledge as possible?
His mind raced, if anything. Wizards are real and scary, mental notes began to be repeated, theorizing at least that he might be returning home with a lack of memory himself. Colors began flashing before his eyes while his body was jolting from side to side, dodging shapes without names and objects morphen and reshapes from all angles into something different with each blink. He though he saw a Library at some point, just a phantasm, quickly passing him by in tunnels of bright light, shattered into millions of mirrors staring him back.
The multiverse is real, he counted again. Second chances exist. That one was a reminder, more than it was a point on his list of to-be-remembered. A weight pressed to his chest and down his forearms while that thought passed his mind and into the image behind his eyes, he could clearly see the fading of the haunting guilt. It was there, a ghost still, the ghost of Gwen Stacy, whom Peter was sure was never going to actually leave him for as long as he lived.
But next to her now also stood the other Peter's MJ. Behind her was the other other Peter as well, smiling, because they both somehow knew the words, even if they may have been pushed by circumstances in their life to forget them. The more he thought about those two, the less of a burden Gwen became onto his chest. He couldn't quite picture her smiling just yet, but at least she wasn't looking as dead as it did... about two nights ago, in his dreams.
Damn, Peter dared hum a little grin then, half his body already stretched to tiredness between time, space and existence itself. Reality was tickling everything but his mind, because that one was wide awake even when colors were playing tricks on his condescending apprehension of this travel. A time dilating second was starting to feel like he'd always have time to look around more. Two days really did change everything.
The fall stopped; that one think he was counting on ceaser and he slowed at the center of a crossroad of five dimensional planes. This didn't happen before, did it? Peter had the hunch sound did not work the way it would have normally, so he kept his thoughts off his lips to try and perhaps not break anything while he returns to his home.
Home.
Aunt May was still waiting for him. He had his own New York to save and his own business looking for those teams of heroes the other Peter talked about. Oh, he couldn't wait to check on the people they managed to help this time. Dr. Connors, Max Dillon. He wondered just how much it would change the fact that they have been helped, at last, as they should have, from the start. Perhaps, Harry never went mad for power, not yet.
