Spider-man of Justice!

Memories

  Chapter Three
Another disclaimer

Watchtower Infirmary
"Uh... my head" groans a waking Spider-man as he opens his eyes to a white ceiling. "Great now where am I?"

"This is the Watchtower infirmary Mr. Peter Parker." says a voice to Spideys right. Hearing his last name Peter jerks his head in that direction and try's to reach up to where his mask should have been only to realize he's handcuffed to the bed, to see Spooky standing there.

"Who are you?! And how do you know who I am!?" asks a rather angry Peter.

"You can call me Batman. As for your second question Martian Manhunter is a telepath. I had him read your mind well you were unconscious." states the man now know as Batman (Although Peter was still going to call him Spooky).

Hearing this Peter's eyes go wide and his face adopts a look of anger and a little fear at someone knowing his secret. Batman seeing him trying to brake the handcuffs says "Don't bother trying to break out. There is an inhibitor collar around your neck blocking your powers."

"How much do you know?" asks Peter with a little fear seeping into his voice.

"Only your name. Manhunter refused to share anything else until you woke up." Batman tells him, as Peter breaths a sigh of relief. "The rest of the league would like to see you now." Batman states as he leaves the room to get the rest of the league.

"The rest of the what?"

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While Batman is getting the rest of the so called league Peter is wondering just what kind of mess he got himself into this time. 'I could ask you the same thing Mr. Parker' Peter hears in his head,

'Madam Web? Is that you? Or have a finally gone completely crazy?' Peter asks.

'No Mr. Parker you are the usual amount of crazy. It is I Madam Web."

'Oh thank God. You have no idea how happy I am to hear your voice. Wait can I actually hear your voice? It is in my head. Do you know how this' rambles Peter.

'This is not the time Peter, I must keep this conversation brief. This conversation is... taxing my psychic abilities' snaps Madam Web, cutting Peter off.

'Right, sorry. Do you now where I am?' asks an apologetic Peter. 

'I am afraid not Mr. Parker. All I know is that you have been transported to an alternate universe. Nearly  different from our own. By who or what I do not yet know.' Madam Web tells Peter. At hearing this information Peter sighs.

'I don't suppose anyone's missing me huh?' A rather sad Peter asks.

'On the contrary, a few people are very concerned about where you have disappeared too' Madam Web gladly tells the dejected boy.

'Really? Who?' asks a surprised Peter.

'James Howlett, Carol Danvers, Janet van Dyne, Katherine Pryde, Robert Drake, Jonathan Storm and his sister Susan along with her two children Franklin and Valeria Richards. There is also Jessica Drew, Anya Corazon, and Felicia Hardy. Jessica, Anya and Felicia are particularly distraught.' informs Madam Web.

'Wow. I didn't know so many people still cared. Can you tell them I'm okay right now?' asks Peter getting a little teary eyed.

'It will be done Mr. Parker'  says Madam Web, 'Although there is one other problem... you are no longer thirty years old... you appear to be sixteen again.'

'I'M WHAT!' Peter mentally exclaims.

'Sixteen again' replies Madam Web.

'Bu...but I'm an adult! I pay taxes! I can vote! I... I... I need a drink.' Peter complains.

'Well it appears you will have to wait a few years for that now Mr. Parker' Madam Web says. Peter doesn't have to see her to know she's smirking and shoots her a dirty look... then remembers its a telepathic conversation.

'Can you just figure out how this happened and how to get me home?' asks Peter. 'Right away Mr. Parker.' replies Madam Web.

After Madam Web says that Peter can feel her presence leave his head. At that moment Batman and the rest of the so called league enters the room. 'Huh just good timing or a freaky coincidence?' Peter thinks.

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A few minutes earlier

"Damn it J'onn tell me what you know about him!" exclaims an agitated Batman.

"No Bruce, not without his permission."  J'onn replies calmly.

"Fine. Lets go talk to him then." says a still agitated Batman quickly leaving to go to the infirmary J'onn and the rest of an amused league following them.

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Back to the future (aka the present)

"Hello Peter" J'onn says entering the room. "

Are you the one who read my mind?" Peter asks, J'onn nods "And you didn't tell them anything but my name?"

"I did not. And I will not without your permission." J'onn tells him.

"Well I am angry at you reading my mind, I'm also thankful you didn't tell them anything else." Peter says to J'onn.

"I understand completely" says J'onn "Now do I have your permission to share with them your memories?"

"There's now other way to get them to let me go is there?" Peter asks depressed,

"I am..."

"No" J'onn began only to be cut of by Batman.

Peter sighs 'I guess I have no other choice' "Alright... but nothing to personal right?" asks a reluctant Peter.

"Nothing of the sort" J'onn reassures him.

"Okay you can do it" says Peter.

J'onn nods and turns to league "Are you all ready for the transfer?" J'onn asks getting various nods from them "I warn you they are not for the faint of heart" J'onn warns them.

"I think we can handle some kids memories, lets just get started" says Flash in a smug tone of voice.

"Then let us begin" J'onn says closing his eyes and beginning the transfer.

Various images begin to fill the minds of league members. Including his various enemies and adventures, the death of his Uncle Ben, Captain Stacy, Gwen, the Civil War, him and MJ losing Mayday, him walking in on MJ, his Aunt May and Carnage. Finally the fight and then the bright light and how he got here.

As soon as the images stop the league is not sure what to say. After a minute of silence Superman speaks. "We... we need to have a meeting about this. J'onn take the handcuffs and collar off then meet us in the conference room." At this J'onn removes the handcuffs, Flash zooms out of the room with the rest of the league quickly following.