A boy stood tall, his eyes twinkling with promise as he said, "Let the sky fall we'll face it all together."
The girl cocked a brow at the boy, suspicion rising in her heart. "Together?" She whispered, her eyes shifting back and forth with confusio...
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THE REST OF THE DRIVE WAS ON THE QUIET SIDE. Standing in front of Peter Parker's house was surreal. This was the same man that saved people's lives, dressed up in a costume, and flew around your city.
Was. The word got stuck to the roof of your mouth like bread, drying your throat and making your eyes water as you tried to swallow the feeling of sadness down, away.
He was— it's crazy to say he was Spider-Man. The Peter Parker you knew is gone. The same person that had a funeral held for him, just two days ago...you all said goodbye to him two days ago.
And yet here you all were, in front of his childhood home with an identical version of himself. Your gaze that was once on the ground met Peter's figure.
Being here felt ... wrong.
Being around the alternate version of Peter made you feel, sick. It made you feel underly sick to the stomach.
Looking at the front of the house you saw that it was decorated with different varieties of flowers, candles, and notes all for him and his Aunt May.
His poor Aunt.
Gosh, you didn't even think about how this could affect her, seeing her nephew again only for it to not be him. Would it break her? How would she react to such a thing...
Standing in front of the house everyone was hesitant to ring the doorbell. No one's feet moved and it seemed like no one was going to move, your eyes find Miles's and you grabbed his hand. Your eyes then look to the floor.
Miles just looks over at you confusion flooding his face. "You okay?" He then asks, just below a whisper, nodding your head you say a simple 'mmh' and he squeezes your hand giving you a comforting smile.
It's silent again after that.
Until Peter sighs rolling on the balls of his feet he falls forward, "Fuck." He mutters under his breath the cold weather carrying his anxiety away. Peter shoots a web at the doorbell. He was anxious to see his Aunt again, even if it was in a different dimension she would still be the same Aunt May he knew and loves.
Looking up at the door like a lost puppy Peter waits, "We uh, should probably go." His hand found purchase on his neck rubbing at it his nerves kick in.
He goes to walk away, "Peter, we're literally on the doorstep."
"Bad idea. This is a bad idea!" Pacing, the man groans up to the quiet skies. Like that would help him.
