❰𝟰.𝟭.𝟭❱ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ➣ {𝕡•𝕡} ❘ [ 𝖓𝖜𝖍 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

🕷❘ Ⲧⲏⲓⲅⲧⲩ - Ⲋⲉⳳⲉⲛ ❘ 𝖲𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌

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Given that now there were three yous, and three Peters, you came up with a naming system of telling who was who. You all headed down to Midtown science lab to work on the cures that were sabotaged by the Goblin's attack.

"Okay, so—" Peter 1 dumped the bag of the broken cures on one of the tables, "I got Isla's here," 

"I'll take it," Y/N 3 cut in, taking the diffuser at once, and headed to a separate table.

Peter shrugged, before tuning back into focus, "And these are," he sorted the others, "Connors, Marko, Dillon, and—" he paused, " Look, I think that I can repair the devices for Dillon and Marko, but the others—"

"Well, I got Connors," Peter 3 spoke, "I've already cured him once, so no big deal,"

Peter 1 and Peter 2 stared at him.

"What? It's no big deal," Peter 3 shrugged.

"Great," Peter 2 nodded.

"Yeah," Peter 1 followed after him, "That's great,"

Peter 3 spun on his heel, searching for a table to start working on the cure.

"I think I can make an antiserum for Dr. Osborn," Peter 2 thought out loud, catching both Peter 1's , "Been thinking about it a long time,"

Peter 1 stared down at the empty syringe with an unreadable expression.

Peter 2 noticed this, "Gotta cure all of them, right?"

"Right," he nodded.

"That's what we do," with that, Peter 2 walked away to grab a pair of goggles and got to work.

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You were trying to help Y/N 3 by mending an dputting together Isla's cure. You saw Ned walk over to Peter 1, looking odd, which caught your attention.

"Run a diagnostic," your boyfriend told him.

"Okay," Ned nodded, a bit skittish. He grabbed something and then quickly hurried back over to his table.

Peter 1 gave him a weird look. He turned to look at you when he noticed you walk towards him, "Hey, you okay?" he asked you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured, "Just thinking about Dad," a small grin grew in your features, "And how much Wong would love it if we get I get a picture of Dad trapped in the Mirror dimension,"

But Peter felt guilty. He thought that he should've listened to your father, instead of defying him and trapping him in the Mirror Dimension, "You don't deserve this,"

"Hey, I was just joking," your mischievous expression dropped, morphing into a concerned one.

"I ruined your life—"