Lost Stars - A Post No Way Home Story

The sanctum

The sanctum. He had been here before but that had felt like a completely different life to him. Perhaps it was. Peter's life was divided into two entities: before the spell and after the spell. Some people talked about the world in terms of before the blitz and after the blitz, but his life had moved forward in a way that didn't allow him to account for that time anymore. It didn't matter much either way. All of his friends had been blipped with him, and the only people to mourn him were all dead.

He didn't think the Avengers mourned him much. He didn't know Captain America as well as he wished he could have. Bucky and Sam got blipped too, but that wasn't a loss as they hated Peter's guts. He doubted that he would be welcomed with open arms.

"Who goes there?" an annoyed voice asked. He stood at the very top of the stairs, his robes an imposing look. But Peter knew better. Wong was, at best, harmless. A rather careful man, he had the aura of a librarian who only wanted order.

How should he proceed?

"Hi," Peter's voice screeched slightly. He only had a short amount of time before he was back on beaker cleaning duty over at Oscorp. "I'm here to see the supreme sorcerer."

"That would be me," Wong said. "Wong. What brings you to the sanctum?"

"I need help with something - nothing magical, I just need to know something."

Wong frowned. "Sure you need a wizard for therapy? You could google. It's a great source of the resource."

He felt like laughing. "No, Uhm... I need to know. How permanent are mind spells?"

"How complex are we talking?"

"Well, if it's a spell that tells the whole world ... the whole universe to forget me... can it be reversed?"

Wong looked at him, then scanned him. Then, he crossed his arms.

"Why are you asking? Who are you even?"

"I am Peter Parker."

"Just Peter Parker? Nothing more?" Wong questioned. "What do you want with a mind-erasing spell?"

"It's already done!" It slipped past Peter's lips. "No one can remember me and it was done for a good reason."

"I can't reverse it if that's what you want," Wong grunted. "The mind is a very complex thing."

"And it was a complex spell," Peter added. "I just want to know if people can remember things even afterward."

Wong told Peter to take off his shoes. In a blink of an eye, Peter was teleported to the window that overlooked 22 1B Blecker Street. He sat in a chair and had a drink in his hand. Wong waved his hand and the room darkened.

"There was a shift," Wong said in a grave tone. "A few weeks back. I felt it. Stephen Strange felt it even more, but we could not put our fingers on it."

The day on liberty island , Peter realized.

"It seemed as though something was off but we couldn't tell what it was. Now if you are telling me, a spell was cast that erased a memory - " a multitude of lines showed up accompanied by a sky full of stars. "-and it was so big that we can't remember it, then we have tampered with the multiverse."

Peter knew this, very, very much.

"Now, if we were to say that in this verse. Were we to figure out why what happened, then the mind may be able to combat this spell."

"Sensory memory," Peter mentioned. "I... I realized that sensory memory may play a part."

"Even the greatest spells can't heal a hurt," Wong nodded. "Especially not when it comes to love."