Peter looked around and noticed the room was completely empty except for a camera in the corner, two chairs, and the desk his hands were chained too. He groaned and let his head fall on the desk. His hair tickled his hands and he picked his head back up in alarm. His mask was off! Granted, they already knew his identity somehow but it still made him uncomfortable to not have his mask on in situations like this.
"Hello?" He called out.
Nobody responded or came through the door. Peter sighed in disappointment. He drummed his fingers on the desk, bored.
"Come on!" He yelled. "Can we just get this over with so I can take you to jail and then have a vacation to recover what little mental health I used to have?"
As much as he didn't want to admit it, this illusion was slowly starting to get to him. He groaned dramatically and put his head on the desk again. After a minute, the door opened and someone sat down across from him. Peter picked his head and saw the Fake Nat sitting there.
"Oh no, not you." He grumbled.
"What's wrong with me?" She asked with a straight face.
"The fact that you're an illusion. I've dealt with enough illusions to last a lifetime." He said.
"And what leads you to believe I'm an illusion?" She asked.
"Because-" Peter paused then narrowed his eyes. "You're playing more tricks on me aren't you? Ugh, I can't believe I was falling for it."
"Falling for what?" The fake Nat easily changed her line of questioning.
"You're acting like Nat with your subtle questioning to get info out of me. I'll admit, your acting is pretty spot on and I almost fell for it so bravo." He said.
He tried to clap but the chains held his hands back. He gave up and instead gave her a smirk.
"Hm." She studied him. "What is your full name?"
"What?" Peter stared at her, confused by the sudden topic change.
"You heard me." She said.
"And why would I tell you my name? Shouldn't you already know it? You know, since you kidnapped me and somehow know my identity?" He fired back.
"Why shouldn't we know your identity?" She asked.
"Because I had Dr. Strange cast a spell for everyone to forget Spider-man's identity and...and I should really stop sharing things with you." He said, inwardly cursing himself.
"Alright." She said, unfazed. "I'm just curious about one last thing. How old are you?"
"How old do you think I am?" He replied sassily.
"If I had to guess, I would say 17 or 18." She responded instantly.
Peter did his best to hide his shock but she must have seen it anyway because she smiled and left. Peter felt his heart crack. The fake Nat had acted just like the real Nat would have and even though he knew it wasn't real, it still hurt. A lot. He swallowed his grief as the door opened again and this time Bruce stepped in. Peter glared at him as he sat down.
"How's Aunt May?" Bruce asked in a friendly voice.
Peter sucked in a breath. He felt tears well up in his eyes and Peter gave Bruce a death glare.
"First, you join villains and then you use my pain against me? What happened to you, Bruce?" He whispered.
Bruce's smile wavered and panic flashed across his face. "What's wrong with Aunt May?"
"Haven't you seen the news?" Peter looked at Bruce like he was crazy.
Bruce looked lost and Peter sighed. He had thought they had been close but he must have guessed wrong.
"May's dead." Peter informed him, holding back his tears.
A look of shock came over Bruce's face.
"What?" He gasped.
"Yea." Peter said sadly.
"Why are you opening up to me but not Natasha?" Bruce questioned, still in shock about May.
"I don't know. Maybe you'll warm up to me and let me out?" Peter suggested, not actually serious.
"I can tell you now, Natasha would have been a much better asset to you than I could ever be." Bruce chuckles. "Also, you're free to go whenever."
"Wait, I am?" Peter was immensely surprised to say the least.
Bruce paused, seemingly listening to something.
"Apparently not. Sorry kiddo, Tony doesn't want you to leave the tower in your state." Bruce said regretfully.
"They've been listening this entire time haven't they?" Peter asked. "And what do you mean by 'state'?"
"Er- I don't know if I should be the one to tell you." Bruce said uncomfortably. "I do have one question though just to confirm everyone's theory."
"What is it?" Peter asked, extremely annoyed.
"What year is it?" He asked.
"2025?" Peter said.
Bruce smiled at him kindly then left. Peter sat in a stunned silence. What in the world was going on here? All they were doing was asking him random questions they should already know the answer to and it was confusing Peter. The door opened once more and the fake Tony entered the room.
"Hey, kiddo, how are you feeling?" He asked with a smile.
Peter stared at him warily.
"I'm fine..." He trailed off. "What do you guys have to tell me? Bruce mentioned it and I'm really confused. Also y'all are still by far the worst kidnappers."
"Then why haven't you escaped?" The fake Tony shot back. "And, yes, we do have something to tell you."
Peter stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to share the information. When the fake Tony said nothing, Peter sighed in annoyance.
"Well? Spit it out." He grouched.
The fake Tony cleared his throat.
"Well," He began. "Either you hit your head really hard,"
He paused again and took a deep breath.
"Or you are from the future and you've traveled back in time." He finished.
"WHAT?!"
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Fanfiction*After NWH and MoM* Peter was fighting the green goblin when suddenly the villain shoots him with a weird device and he gets transported back to the past. *Civil war and Homecoming has already happened and the avengers are back together but infinity...
