Multifandom X Reader Stories

A Second Chance (The amazing spider man)

The world had shifted beneath your feet. One moment, you were fighting alongside your Peter Parker—your Spider-Man—against the chaotic breach of the multiverse. The next moment, everything had changed. You were in a battle you could barely comprehend, surrounded by villains from other dimensions and, impossibly, by other Spider-Men.

You were quick to adjust—fighting was something you were used to. But nothing could have prepared you for him.

The first time you saw him, you had thought it was your Peter. The suit was different, yes—he wore darker shades of red and blue, his movements sharper, more aggressive. But the mask, the way he held himself in the middle of the chaos, made your heart race. He was... familiar.

It wasn't until the mask came off that you realized how wrong you had been.

It wasn't your Peter.

This was another Spider-Man, one from another dimension. His face was full of pain and a deep weariness that was etched into his eyes. You had heard stories about the multiverse, but seeing this version of Spider-Man, seeing the weight of something heavy on his shoulders, struck something deep inside you.

You tried to focus on the fight, tried to remind yourself that this was no time for distraction. But every time your eyes met his across the battlefield, something inside you stirred—a sense of connection, of understanding. You didn't know him, but it felt like you had known him your whole life.

After the battle, after the dust had settled and you had saved the universe—again—you found yourself standing on the rooftop of the Statue of Liberty, staring out into the night. The others had gone, retreating into the shadows to heal, to process what had happened. But you couldn't leave. Not yet.

And neither could he.

You heard him approach before you saw him, the soft thwip of his webbing as he landed beside you. You turned, your heart pounding in your chest as his tall, lean frame came into view.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice rougher than your Peter's, with a sadness lacing his tone.

"Hey," you replied, your voice catching slightly as you met his eyes. There was something there, something that made your chest tighten, as if you were seeing a part of yourself reflected back at you.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the night air cool against your skin. You didn't know what to say—how could you, when the entire multiverse had just opened up in front of you? But there was something in his gaze that told you he was thinking the same thing.

"You're different," he said finally, breaking the silence. His eyes roamed over your face, as if he was trying to memorize every detail. "In my world... you didn't make it."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, your heart racing. "I didn't... make it?" you asked quietly, trying to understand.

His face crumpled slightly, as if the memory was too painful to bear. "You... you died," he whispered, his voice full of anguish. "I couldn't save you."

The words hung heavy in the air between you, and suddenly everything made sense—the way he had looked at you during the fight, the way he had hesitated every time your paths crossed. In his world, you had died. And he had failed to save you.

You felt a deep sadness well up inside you, not just for him but for the version of yourself that had died in his arms. You couldn't imagine what he had gone through—what it must have felt like to lose someone you loved so deeply.

"I'm sorry," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

His eyes closed for a moment as if he were trying to block out the pain. "I thought I'd never get over it. That it would haunt me forever. And then... I met you." His eyes opened, meeting yours with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "You're her. You're not, but... you are."

Your heart raced as the truth of his words settled over you. You were a version of the woman he had loved and lost, but this was your world, your timeline. The pain he felt was his alone, but there was something between the two of you now—something deeper than time, than space, than the universe itself.

You stepped closer to him, your hand still on his arm. "I'm not her," you said gently, "but I'm here now."

He looked down at you, his expression unreadable, but you could see the vulnerability in his eyes—the desperate hope that this time, things could be different. He didn't have to say the words for you to understand what he was feeling. He had been given a second chance.

And so had you.

"I know I'm not the same," you continued, your voice soft but steady. "But I've been through a lot too. I've lost people. I know what it's like to feel like you've failed the ones you care about."

His breath hitched, and his hand reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, hesitant, as if he were afraid you might vanish at any moment. "You don't know how much I want to save you this time," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I won't fail again."

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you felt your throat tighten. You had been through so much, seen so much, and yet here he was—a man from another universe, carrying the weight of his own loss, but still standing before you, offering something you never expected.

Hope.

"Then don't," you whispered, stepping closer until you were barely inches apart. "I'm not going anywhere."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. It was just the two of you, standing in the quiet darkness, two souls from different worlds but somehow intertwined in a way that defied explanation.

And then, without warning, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was desperate and tender all at once, filled with the weight of everything he had lost and everything you could be together. His hands cupped your face, holding you close as if he were afraid to let you go. You kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his suit as you poured everything you had into the kiss.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads pressed together as the night wrapped around you.

"I won't lose you again," he whispered, his voice shaky but determined. "Not this time."

You smiled, your heart full. "You won't. I'm right here."

For the first time in what felt like forever, you believed those words. The past didn't matter, the multiverse didn't matter. All that mattered was this moment.

And in this moment, you and the Amazing Spider-Man had found each other.