Spider-Man: Why Is He In My Home?

2. Where's Doctor Strange?

When I woke up the following morning, it took me about 5 minutes to remember my delirious episode. I almost chuckled thinking about it. Maybe I should've stopped watching Marvel movies for a while, I didn't want to dream about Tony Stark getting in my living room next... actually, I wouldn't have minded that.

I checked the hour on my phone and sighed. I hated mornings, almost as much as I hated afternoons. I noticed a message from Girl asking me to meet her at a local cafe to get some coffee before class and I accepted gladly.

Maybe I should've stopped drinking caffeine also, a green tea could do the trick for once.

I got dressed quickly and walked out of my room, ready to brush my teeth and do my makeup before leaving. But before that, I wanted to go check on my television and see if it was alright or if I had actually broken it. I wouldn't have allowed myself to admit that I wanted to see if my favorite superhero was actually sleeping on my couch or not.

So I got into my living room and stopped to inspect the scene. My couch was empty, there was no one on the floor or walking around which could mean two things. Peter had decided to take off, that would be pretty stupid of him but at the same understandable. Or, and this one was the most believable, the previous night I had a mental breakdown because of all the stress I had been under and nothing had happened.

I took a deep breath. No more junk food before bed.

"Good morning!" Peter's figure appeared from the kitchen and I jumped startled. I instinctively screamed, again I think it's a normal reaction when you see Peter Parker out of nowhere, but before I could receive another complaint from my neighbor, I placed my hand on my mouth to shut myself up. "I guess you're not completely over it... are you?"

The real question was: could someone get over something like that? I mean, we're talking about the real world, not a movie or a book where everything can happen. But how could I explain this to him? He was used to living in a world where magic and powers were considered almost normal.

So I just shook my head slowly. "If you want to help me get over it... try not scaring me?" I sighed and joined him in my kitchen. "So I guess you're real... or maybe I should get an appointment with a psychiatrist." I muttered getting some water, maybe my insurance did cover the cost of a good psychiatrist nearby.

"I bet it's something hard to digest." The boy tried to calm me down as I drank my water hoping that it would've helped me come to my senses. After all, dehydration could cause hallucinations. "But I'm real and I'm here with you, see?" He touched my shoulder and I almost spit my water at him. Instead, I started coughing violently. "Sorry, too soon?"

"You think?" I tried to steady my breathing before facing him. "Ok, I'll give in to my delusions for a moment." I didn't lose anything by believing in his presence. "Is there a way for you to leave and, I don't know, get back to your universe or find another one?" I asked and Peter stopped to think about it.

It was actually pretty amazing to see him like that. He looked so real and he was identical to the Peter I had always seen on screen. It made me feel so nervous for some reason, maybe because I had always had a thing for Spider-Man, his character was so relatable and adorable. I really wanted to help him in a way, but at the same thing how could I? It was just crazy. I was crazy.

Peter pointed at my television, which was still on and showing Ned's empty living room. "I've been thinking. Maybe your television is the portal that brought me here, what if it can also bring me back?" He asked and I pouted a little.

Where the hell did my parents get that thing? I was worried it was going to break at that point, I didn't have enough money to buy another one. "I don't know man, magic doesn't really exist here." I replied. "In a fantasy world maybe your reasoning could make sense, but here it doesn't."