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22- When the dead and the dead meet.

What if, in another universe, Peter Parker died while snapping his fingers to save the universe? What if, Peter Parker from the universe we know (after no way home), travels towards that universe?

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Peter Parker did not know what was happening, he only knew he wanted to throw up. Just a second ago, he was in his apartment, cleaning a nasty stab wound, and then gold sparks engulfed him as the world began to spin.

So, Peter was now trapped in a magic cage as the world began morphing into things Peter couldn't name. Quickly after a world where Peter turned into multiple kinds of pizza, it stopped.

Birds chirped everywhere around Peter, and the moist, orange leaves he landed on covered the whole world, it seemed.

All he could see were seas of orange and brown. So, it was autumn and he was in a forest. Just great. He hadn't finished cleaning his wound, so that would probably get infected.

Peter got up to his feet, having no idea what south or north was, and began heading a random way. He had nothing on him, only his way too big jeans and his sweatshirt. 

After hours of travelling, it had began to pour and it felt like Peter's legs were burning. His wound only began to sting more and he felt like he was ready to pass out right on the soaking wet ground. So when he saw a small shed, Peter hurried inside, finally being away from the rain.

Although the shed did let a few drops through, it was good enough. To his spite, the shed did not seem abandoned. There were multiple garden tools, children toys and umbrella's spread out in the small shed. There was no dust on anything either, so people must come here often.

Peter decided to let it rest for now, though, and let his head fall again the wooden wall, sliding down onto the ground and curling up as he let his eyes fall closed.

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Over the next 2 days, it had been quiet. Peter didn't have the energy to do anything. His limbs felt heavy, his wound was infected, he most likely had a fever and he was extremely hungry. He knew he was going to die. he just wished he could've seen Ned and MJ one more time.

God, he missed them. He missed everything, even Flash being a dick. Just as Peter was about to try to get up one more time, he heard voices outside. Peter froze as he tried to listen to what they were saying.

"-organ, I'm sure there aren't a lot of spiders. Yes, I promise, if there were spiders, they would have already eaten you. Don't give me that look, it's true!" A man, the voice seemed familiar, but Peter couldn't place it.

"Tony, stop it." A woman said.

"Yeah daddy, stop it!" A little girl mocked and he heard the man huff. "Alright then, I'll grab it, princess. Don't you need a-" Peter stopped listening. The man sounded exactly like Tony. Peter felt like throwing up. The voices were getting closer. Shit! Were they coming towards him? Peter was about to stand up, but the shed door already opened.

Peter, prepared to defend himself, held his arms in front of his head, still curled up in the corner. "What the- Morgan, get back. Now." Peter dared to peek at who was in front of him, and he almost choked on nothing.

Right there was a dead man. Right there was Tony Stark. The man whom Peter had seen dying. He heard the man's heart stop. He had been at his funeral. God, he had sobbed. And here he was, right in front of him, frowning at him.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Peter slowly let his arms drop, keeping all his focus on keeping the moist in his eyes where it belonged, in his body, not streaming over his cheeks.

"I-" Peter's breath hitched. How was he going to explain this? Tony didn't know him, he was a stranger hiding in his shed-

"P-Peter?" Peter's eyes widened, shooting up at Tony. This couldn't be true. First a dead man is alive and talking, and now he knows who Peter is? 

"Peter, is that you? Oh my god, Jesus, Pete-" Suddenly he got pulled into a hug, and a painful ache immediately spread through his body from the sudden movement. Peter bit back a yelp and stayed limp in Tony's arms, not hugging back but also not backing away. He felt like he couldn't move. 

"Kid?" Tony pulled back, and Peter's head fell to his side, but he quickly picked it up again and narrowed his eyes at Tony. "You're- You're d-dead." His voice was hoarse and it hurt his throat to speak. For the first time in a while, Peter actually couldn't give a shit anymore. Whoever this was pretending to be Tony, could kill him for whatever he cares. Peter let the tiredness take over as his eyes rolled back and his body went limp.

"What- Shit! Kid? Fuck Pet-" 

Darkness took over.

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Tony didn't know what to think or do. His dead not-son just passed out in his shed with an infected stab wound, a high fever, dehydration and starvation.

But his body seemed to act automatically as he scooped Peter up and ran past Morgan and Pepper into their cabin, rushing to take care of the infected wound. There was no way he was letting his son die, again.

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Peter woke up slowly. His body felt way better than he remembered, and pulled his hand out of the duvet- Hold up, duvet? He was in a room, an actual room, what- Tony. Tony was alive. Holy shit.

Peter pushed the tightly tucked in duvet away and jumped off the bed, slamming the door open and running down the stairs. There he was, at the dinner table with Pepper. Peter's eyes were wide and teary. "M-Mr. Stark? What- How? Is this a joke? How are you.. Alive?" Pepper and Tony jerked their head up, staring at the boy.

"What- How am I alive? You're the dead one, Pete! What the hell happened to you?" Suddenly a thought popped into Peter's head. How did he even get here? He was locked in that cage while the world was changing, he most likely.. traveled to another universe?

"I- I think- I think I'm not your Peter. I think I traveled to another universe." Peter thought out loud as Tony and Pepper shared a look. "Peter, honey, why would you-"

"Because last time I checked, Tony Stark was dead and no one else remembered me!" Peter snapped. "What do you mean, kid?"

"It's- It's nothing. Just some multiversal incident. Lets focus on the real problem, I need to get back." Peter avoided the subject. "Pete... Why? Why do you need to go back? Look-, we missed you, kid. And your life doesn't seem great in your universe. Can't you stay here?"

Peter stared at Tony with big hopeful eyes. "I- .. I would like that." He mumbled, and suddenly he was pulled into a tight hug. Peter melted into the touch. 

"Thank you, mr. Stark."

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Was actually planning on making this way more angsty but I don't have the energy to write a detailed, good angst story rn, hope you still like it. :)