I'm pretty sure the title gives everything away. There might be secondary ships within but it will mostly be irondad and spiderson. Just a bunch of things my mind comes up with on a daily basis.
But disclaimer: I do not own any characters and anythi...
Description: Peter is playing around with his new ability to jump through dimensions when he meets a new friend and a person just like him. With a link that he never would've expected.
A/N: Okay. This came to me in a dream last night. Figured it would be fun to put into words. If you're wondering where these "powers" came from (I hope you would) it's from A Rip in the Universe.
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Peter sat perched in a tree staring out at the lake just simply minding his own business. He ran his fingers over the mark on his right wrist.
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Peter has found the mark shortly after returning from what he likes to call gli universi which is Italian for the universes. Peter never fully understood how it just appeared on wrist, but he couldn't deny the fact that he likes it a lot.
That's when an idea popped into the teens head. He climbed down the tree and walked over to the edge of the dock. With a quick flick of his wrist there was a purple rip right in front of him.
"BE HOME BY 4 PETE!" Tony yelled from the porch laughing slightly at his sons shocked face.
"YOU'RE INSANE DAD!" Peter exclaimed before stepping into the rip and finding himself back in the white room.
"Welcome back" gli occhi degli universi or the eyes of the universes greeted Peter as he stepped in.
"Not sure whether or not I should say thanks" Peter joked before taking a look around.
As Peter walked close to a rip to take a look, his mark started to burn. The numbers 902 started glowing bright red.
Knowing that there was something that Peter was meant to do there, he took a step inside and found himself in a bedroom. It was a small room.
There were certificates, drawings, pictures, and art on the walls. A bookshelf filled with many books. A desk that had awards, paper, and a bunch of miscellaneous stuff. A shelf filled with trophies with a hook filled with metals right next with it. A multicoloured backpack with a drawing book hanging out of it. A neatly made bed. A laptop on a desk at the end of the bed.
Peter looked at himself in the mirror wonder why he had ended up there. But the sounds of footsteps coming closer made him jump for the best place to hide. Unfortunately that was behind the door.
Soon a girl came walking into the room. She threw a blue purse on her bed as well as a phone. She was wearing a blue button up with at tank top underneath. She had black dress pants that Peter would definitely classify as dirty.
The girl sighs to herself before stretching and scratching at something that Peter could easing recognize as the mark on his right arm. This girl had the exact same mark, on the exact same arm.
