Spider-Man In Dc

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Peter Parker woke up slowly. There was no sound except for a faint buzzing from a device beside him, which was causing him a slight headache.

He opened his eyes and saw a white light above him.

No windows, no noise.

A medical room. The Watchtower.

He tried to get up, but his first attempt failed.
His right arm didn't move as it should. His body felt heavy, exhausted, as if every muscle had been drained.

He took a slow breath and felt a prickling in his chest. The pain wasn't new.

It was still there... but lighter.
He blinked twice. His mind struggled to catch up with what had happened since the beginning... well, not exactly the beginning.

They had been in another world, shortly after jumping across the multiverse to enjoy some peace - but it hadn't lasted a week before he and his fellow heroes moved to another world to fight versions of themselves.

The Lords of Justice.
Everything there was unnatural. Distorted.
And Peter... fought himself... in a way.
The fight wasn't epic, more of a desperate escape attempt, and though it wasn't the first time he had to do something like that, a dark version of himself... He hated it every time.

A twisted version of him who didn't smile. Showed no mercy. His opposite.

Lord Spider-Man.

He recalled the battles and the moment when Lord Spider-Man's symbiote claws pierced his side.

The symbiote - or poison - in fact, Peter hadn't expected that once he entered this universe and was approved to stay in it, it would match him in every connected universe linked to the main one.

But Peter remembered their return and the end of the fight, closing the portal between them - and after that, nothing.

"The last thing I remember... the portal, the light. Then everything ended."

He slowly lifted his head and saw a small screen above the bed displaying his status:

"Condition: Stable
Symbiote poisoning - Source of infection: L.S.
Estimated recovery time: 7 days
Actual response: 2 days"

He was not surprised.

The symbiote by nature has poisonous properties since it's a parasite that kills the host, and he had faced some symbiotes with this ability before, though he had never noticed this specific poison.

This definitely explained why he felt his body fighting itself from the moment he regained consciousness.

But suddenly, Peter remembered something - something buried beneath everything he had been through... but never disappeared.

His memories from there... from Earth-616.

That place where there was no white light, no soft beds, no machines monitoring his condition.

That place where he always felt like the odd one out.

He remembered how he bled after every fight, and no one came close.
How he treated himself in cramped rooms, or on the rooftop of an abandoned building, tying bandages with his teeth and stitching wounds with fishing line or glue.

All because no one cared.

He didn't ask for special treatment.

He didn't want a private room, or even first-class care.

He just... wanted to be treated like everyone else.

He remembered when he fell after blocking an explosion beside Iron Man and Captain America - his whole body trembling from the shock.
But no one stopped.