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

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Peter 2's Universe ❘  𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑: 96283

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Peter entered the house where he had moved in with you a couple of years ago and closed the doors after Octavius and Norman got in after him.

When he was greeted with silence, he rolled his eyes sassily to himself, "Hi honey, where have you been?," he mimicked a high-pitched voice, as though to imitate you, "Oh, nothing much. Just been to another universe," he replied to himself in his own voice.

"Are you sure this is alright?" Otto asked timidly, not sure how you would be reacting to his arrival.

"I don't know about you, I'm quite excited to see her," Norman beamed as he took in the interior of the house. He was more than glad that he could revisit his favourite student.

"Oh, yeah, 'cause last time, your madman side spent more time with her," Otto sassed.

"Just wait here," Peter gestured to the two elderly men before he took off down the hallway that led deeper into the house.

But then you had walked out just at that exact moment, running a hand through your hair as you flicked your hand to the side to 

"Peter, where have you been—" you stopped yourself when your eyes fell on the two elder men behind him, "Dr. Osborn—No, I mean Goblin—What—Otto?!" you spluttered helplessly, looking from one to another.

"I missed you too, babe," Peter grinned at you, embracing you in a tight hug before pulling back to peck your lip. You kissed him back, of course, and then you returned to stare at Otto and Norman in disbelief.

"Hello dear," Otta gave you an awkward smile; Norman raised his hand and wiggled his fingers at you, mouthing 'hi'.

Peter began telling you about the events that had occurred in the other universe where Otto and Norman were cured, but before he could get into detail, you both were interrupted by a scream.

"Evil Elf!" Ben shrieked at the top of his lungs, pointing at Norman, who made a face at the name.

You and Peter turned to see that he had gotten out of his bed and was standing with his younger sister, Jasmine, next to him. 

Both your children looked as though their eyes were about to pop out of their skulls. Ben held a protective arm in front of his sister, while Jasmine held an arm in front of his chest; both of them protecting each other.

"No, sweetie," you kneeled down to their level as they hid behind you, "Don't say that— they're cured now— and they're good now," you explained, "Apparently,"  you gave your husband a look over your shoulder, "Care to explain more about it?" you looked from one to another with a raised eyebrow.

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"Well, I'll be damned," you nodded to yourself as Peter finished explaining to you about the supposedly cured states of Otto and Norman.

Peter had also told about how he'll be offering Otto and Norman to find places to lay low, away from the prying eyes of the press and media.

Norman was at the dining table with Ben while both of them ate pancakes together and your son showed his Spider-powers to the scientist, who was in awe of his abilities and clapped his hand lightly to cheer him up. 

Otto was on the couch, seating himself in such a way that his mechanical tentacle wouldn't damage the items in the vicinity.

Jasmine was seated on the armchair next to the couch, "So,"  she caught Otto's attention, "Do you like spurt ink or something?" she asked curiously, leaning on the armrest.

"Huh?" Otto gave the child a confused look.

"Well, you're an Octopus, right?" she reasoned, "And in school, I learnt that Octopuses spurt ink to attack their enemies," she gasped to herself in thought, "Did you spray Dad with ink?"

"Ooh," Ben chimed in, looking up from his place beside Norman, "Is the ink poisonous? No wait—" he scrunched his face up, "Where does the ink come from?" he had a disturbed look on his face.

"Yeah, Otto," Norman nodded along with a smile, facing Otto, who was giving him a hard glare,  "Do tell us about your ink defense methods,"

From the kitchen, Peter blinked at his children's intricate questions while you covered your mouth to hide your laughs at Otto's helpless look.

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