Spider-verse (an MCU Spider-man/Avengers fanfic)

Dreams

        Peter returned home, his hair ruffled from taking the mask off.  He knew from Tony Stark's advice to lay low sometimes, but he couldn't help not helping people that needed him.  After all, it's not like there were other Spider-Men that could help Peter pursue his daily lifestyle.

        "Oh, Peter, you're home!"  Aunt May greeted.  Peter was tired, and between helping that old lady and some other people after Ned's house, he just thought it would be best to go to sleep.

        "Hey, Aunt May.  Listen, I am mad tired, and Ned and I already did so much today.  If you don't mind, I'm just going to head off to bed,"  said Peter.  "Oh, that's fine, buddy.  I'll see you in the morning,"  and she kissed him goodnight, despite the fact that he was 15 years old, but he didn't argue.

        When Peter got up to his room, he quickly hung up the suit, and shuffled some other clothes around it.  He crashed down on his bed, and went into a deep sleep.

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        "Peter Parker,"  a voice said out into the void.  Peter was standin on what seemed to be a floor made of glass, with the galaxy below his feet.  A character was perched on a throne of some sort atop a stairway.  The voice must have been coming from her, so he moved forward towards her.  

        "Um, lady?  Who are you supposed to be?"  Peter asked.  The woman wore sunglasses that completely covered her eyes, and had a slight resemblance with someone he knew.

        "Mr. Parker, I am Madame Web, seer of the web of time and space itself,"  she replied.  Now Peter had known her; "You're the lady from the alley."

        "That is right, Mr. Parker, and I believe I saw the potential in a young enough hero to be able to complete my task.  That thug you saw in the alley was no thug at all.  He was a troubled spirit that went over to the side of evil, and served Dormammu to overthrow my reign as the seer of the multiverse.  Although, this spirit has found new balance with the Inheritors, a family bent on my downfall.  You must help me in bringing down this family,"  she stated in a calm state.

        "Hold on,"  Peter said.  "I'm more of a street level kind of guy.  You need magical threats taken care of, you could call in Thor or something.  But Spider-Man?  Not likely to help solve a problem with magic involved."

        "Oh, I'm afraid we do need your help, Peter.  But, I must send you back to your world.  Too much time here can deteriorate your body.  We will speak again tomorrow,"  said Madame Web.

        "Wait, WAIT!"  Peter shouted after her, and with that, Peter awoke with a cold sweat.  His hair was plastered to the front of his head, and he looked around.  His normal room, nothing weird around him.  Just his room in his apartment.

        With the weekdays dedicated to Aunt May working, Peter locked up the apartment and headed to the Avengers facility.  If anyone could help explain what the hell just happened, Tony Stark could.  Peter entered the facility via his Spider-man suit, and he scanned his key card.  Even though Mr. Stark didn't officially dub him an Avenger, he still gave Peter access to the facility and the tower.  He took off his mask when the coast was clear, and went to a front desk with a holographic woman sitting behind it.

        "Hey, F.R.I.D.A.Y., is Mr. Stark available?"  Peter asked.  After the Civil War, Tony got a massive upgrade for the facility, along with huge financial backing from the government.  She shifted through some holographic paperwork, which were actually saved files in F.R.I.D.A.Y's databases.  "Ah, yes, Mr. Parker.  Mr. Stark is available at the moment, he's in the room three doors to the left."

        "Thanks,"  Pete said.  He counted three doors down, and found Tony's.  He was sitting at a desk, his head tilted on his hand, playing with one of those kinetic energy ball desktop toys.  Then again, when half of your team is hiding somewhere around the globe, and you fought them into going there, you would be depressed and bored too.

        Peter knocked on the door, and heard a "Come in!"  He entered the room, and Tony pretended he was busy.  Peter knew he wasn't, even if he hadn't "spied" on him earlier, since he knew the difference between a hard worker and hardly working.  He pulled it off in school all the time.

        "Hey, kid, how's the new suit run?"  Tony asked.  His eyes were bloodshot, probably from staying up all night.

        "It runs perfect Mr. Stark.  But, that's not why I'm here,"  Peter started.