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⋆ twenty-eight ⋆
in 'another' another universe...
Peter Parker lands back at Madison Kennedy's grave.
It's where he was when he disappeared, appearing in the other Peter Parker's universe.
The other Peter Parker's universe.
All of a sudden, his body is tingling, a strange feeling taking place in his chest, and he remembers it all. He remembers the other universe, the first Peter Parker, and what he did. He remembers the spell and magic and portals and purple cracks in the sky. He remembers Maddy was alive, even if for a short while.
Maddy was alive. His Maddy was back, hugging him, telling him everything was okay. She kissed him, and while it wasn't the first time, it felt like it to him. She comforted him and told him she had no regrets, even when Peter regrets everything that he did to her. He ruined her life, and no number of kind words from the dead can change that.
But how he'd felt when he was with her... when he saw her again...
Madison Kennedy was alive. She was flesh and blood and in his arms. He has to remind himself of that, muttering to himself, eyes squeezed shut as he replays every little memory in his mind. She was alive. She was there. She loves him.
Everyone has lost someone, and anyone would kill to have them back even for a moment. Peter Parker had her for a whole night, inventing, fighting by his side. They'd never got to do that here, too busy fighting each other and keeping secrets. She'd talked of being a superhero jokingly, but it was in that universe she finally managed to do it.
Then he let go of her, let go of the chance of a future. He didn't make a cure for her. He let her slip through his fingers once more, and he has no one to blame but himself.
A tear slips down his cheek, dropping onto his shoe. He's back in his suit, which somehow magically appeared back on him here, as if he'd never left. Flowers in hand. Pain in his heart.
But when he opens his eyes... the grave is gone.
Panic seizes his chest, eyes darting around in a rush to figure out where it could be. But upon rows and rows of gravestones, none of them have the hint of her name.
He couldn't have been at the wrong place. Visiting every single day since she died, some days replacing the flowers, some days replacing the water for them, there's no way he doesn't know it by now like muscle memory.
Hands shaking, he finally pulls his phone out, inputting Gabrielle's number and holding it to his ear. A dialling tone, then the moment it ends, the words come rushing out. "Gabrielle, her grave is gone. It's disappeared."
"Right, okay." She seems concerned, not really processing at first.
"I don't know how, I was only gone for a couple of days I think, if they run parallel to each other. But she's gone and I don't know where she went."
