☆ 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫.

My bestest good friend experienced a tragedy this past weekend: her mother passed onto the next plane of existence. This woman (you can refer to her as Cowgirl, thank you very much!) was just as much of an Angel as she named her daughter… and my lovely friend needs some help giving her the forever home she deserves.

Please, if you see this post, please reblog. And, if you’re able to: please consider donating.

Let’s give the New York Cowgirl™️ the burial she deserves ❤️

Thank you.

After his battle with two other version of himself, Peter (1) had been obsessed with finding out as much as he could about the multiverse. He had been shocked and amazed by the knowledge that something like that could even be real. He wanted figure out a way for him to travel through the multi verse worlds freely. . He figured there must be scientific way to travel through worlds without endangering the entire multiverse.

part of him wanted to be able to study the differences in the world’s. Yet most of all he wanted to see the other Peter’s again. They really had made him feel like they were brothers, he felt so connected to them and they seemed to get him in a way no one else did. Right now with May dead and his friends clueless to who he was, he needed people who cared about him and got him.

There wasn’t much to read on the multiverse mainly mainly theories and conspiracies about it. There were a few scientists who had vile information on it and had been researching it too. Peter ended up working tirelessly in his lab for the next few months and using quantum physics as it’s basis he created a device that could potentially transport him through the multiverses.

The device was a large desk that connected to a small black bracelet. All he had to was step on the disk and type in details of where he wanted to go on the bracelet.

Eventually he ended up in the middle of Time Square but clearly not the one he was used to. As he looked up he spotted Spider-Man helping a civilian.

“Hey brother!” Peter (1) called out with joy. He smirked. “Thought I would pay you a visit.”

@notthehumanspider​

“Ah, thank you Spider-Man! Thank you! I’d be nothing more than a pancake on the ground if it wasn’t for you!” The gentleman spoke through grateful sobs as the masked hero pulled him to safety onto a nearby balcony.

“Haven’t you heard? Keeping human pancakes off the streets of New York City is kinda my speciality. No need to thank—“

Just as both pairs of feet made contact with the solid surface of the balcony, Peter Two’s Spidey sense was triggered. He froze, then…

… On the street, about fifteen stories below and behind him, he heard a sound. Halfway between a boom and a pop, followed by gasps from onlookers.

Peter Two Spider-Man whirled around on his feet and approached the edge of the balcony to observe…

He legitimately wiped at his lenses, not believing what - or, more specifically, who - he saw waving like the happiest boy in the world his direction.

Beneath the mask, Peter Two was matching his younger brother’s grin. . but they were still out in the very open, and secret identities were of the upmost importance.

After telling the previous citizen to stay clear of any window washing buckets for the immediate future, Spider-Man dove out of the balcony, and touched down before his youngest brother.

Noticing the crowd that had gathered around the two - snapping pictures at the very unusual thing that was a desk and a man appearing from nowhere… Peter Two made the decision to act like the other was a nobody, until they could get privacy for a proper reunion.

“Hey kid, continuing to work on that science project, I see. How about I help you get this contraption away from the middle of Times Square and back to my lab before anybody gets hurt, okay?”

He hoped the younger understood where he was going with his words.

Peter couldnt believe that he acutally did it! After all the months of sleepless nights working on his invention, finally his idea was turned into a reality. He looked around him for a moment, it was so strange how everything looked the same. He had almost expected to see a city that was unrecognizable to him.

“Oh yeah, I was hoping to get your opinion on it.” Peter 1 replied with a grin. “You seem like a smart enough guy.“

He stepped off the disk then pressed a button on the bracelet. The disk than began to shrink smaller and smaller until it was tiny enough to fit in his hand. He then picked up the item and placed it into his pocket.

“I would say I’m passively intelligent. Nowhere near somebody like you, I’m sure of that.”

The older Spider stood up straighter and gave a singular tilt of his head downward, as if with his body language saying play along, or else our secret identity would be on the line.

“It’s not much, and I’ll let you see it, but we go my way, okay? You’re slightly underdressed to travel your way.”

Code word to mean the other was in his civilian clothing - and it wouldn’t do him any good to swing in jeans and a t-shirt.

A single arm outstretched.

Even thought he was sure the older versions of him were probably much more clever than he was.

He nodded in understanding when he told him they had to go his way. He had never been the passager when swinging he decided this could be very fun.

This was not some simple stranger on the street; this was his youngest brother, and he’d do anything to make sure the young teenager was safe.

The masked hero gave a singular node in the same moment he raised his right arm towards the sky. He spoke in a lowly voice, one normal humans wouldn’t be able to hear but that their rather sensitive hearing would.

“I’m going just beyond that building to our 9 o’clock; there’s a pretty decently hidden alleyway where I can take off my mask. Ready?”

He may have asked if he was prepared for flight, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, shooting a web - attaching to a nearby streetlamp - catapulting the two into the sky.

Beneath the mask, he was finding it difficult holding back chuckles. If the younger Peter was anything like him, he would probably find this experience extremely stressful; being up in the air, moving, but not being the one in control of your movements would definitely stress the eldest Peter out.

“I could see why my MJ hated doing this.” Peter commented. “Its a lot less fun as the passenger.”

 If he got up the courage to talk to her again, he`d probably check swinging from city buildings off of the list of first date ideas.

When he asked if he was ready, Peter had been trying to catch his breathe. He was about to ask him to give him a sec, but instead he was brought back into the air.

When they finally got to the location and his feet touched the ground, he laid down, still slightly out of breathe.

“Aw, c’mon Peter; it’s really not that bad! You talk as though like you don’t trust me. Would I really do such a thing like dropping—“

Now swinging over the mouth of the fifteen-story alleyway, Peter Two may have “accidentally” slipped his grasp on his brother, making an audible and innocent “oops!” sound as the other began to fall.

No worries - unlike some people - Peter Two had a perfect track record with catching people as they fell.

For his youngest brother, he shot a giant web out, to act as a cushion or a soft padding beneath his fall.

The brown eyed Spider should find himself caught in a web… And the blue-eyed Spider was doing a terrible time holding back his laughter.

“Are you okay? Are you alright? Oh, Pete! So, so sorry!”

The older man landed beside his brother and finally removed his mask… revealing his smirk.

If there was one thing Peter Two was envious of his younger doppelgänger, it was his youthful near-endless amount of energy.

The younger Peter spoke nearly a mile a minute, and while the elder successfully kept up, he couldn’t help but force back a chuckle.

“Woah, slow down, cowboy: let’s take this one sentence at a time, shall we? You’re saying - with the help of the Strange Wizard, you have made a multi-dimensional transportation device?”

He couldn’t help but to give his best proud older brother / dad look to the younger man.

“You made it just to come hang out with me? Aw, Peter, that absolutely touches my heart and makes my day to hear…”

To show how much he approved, he pulled the younger man into an embrace.

When the older Peter hugged him, he hugged back. It was nice to have a brother he could rely on and go to. More than that he felt welcomed here and thought maybe it would be a nice escape from reality.

“Absolutely. You like bagel sandwiches, I hope? I know just of a place that has the best bagel sandwiches. It’s only a few blocks away, although…”

He briefly glanced down at his state of dress, and the fact that he held his mask in his hand.

After his battle with two other version of himself, Peter (1) had been obsessed with finding out as much as he could about the multiverse. He had been shocked and amazed by the knowledge that something like that could even be real. He wanted figure out a way for him to travel through the multi verse worlds freely. . He figured there must be scientific way to travel through worlds without endangering the entire multiverse.

part of him wanted to be able to study the differences in the world’s. Yet most of all he wanted to see the other Peter’s again. They really had made him feel like they were brothers, he felt so connected to them and they seemed to get him in a way no one else did. Right now with May dead and his friends clueless to who he was, he needed people who cared about him and got him.

There wasn’t much to read on the multiverse mainly mainly theories and conspiracies about it. There were a few scientists who had vile information on it and had been researching it too. Peter ended up working tirelessly in his lab for the next few months and using quantum physics as it’s basis he created a device that could potentially transport him through the multiverses.

The device was a large desk that connected to a small black bracelet. All he had to was step on the disk and type in details of where he wanted to go on the bracelet.

Eventually he ended up in the middle of Time Square but clearly not the one he was used to. As he looked up he spotted Spider-Man helping a civilian.

“Hey brother!” Peter (1) called out with joy. He smirked. “Thought I would pay you a visit.”

@notthehumanspider​

“Ah, thank you Spider-Man! Thank you! I’d be nothing more than a pancake on the ground if it wasn’t for you!” The gentleman spoke through grateful sobs as the masked hero pulled him to safety onto a nearby balcony.

“Haven’t you heard? Keeping human pancakes off the streets of New York City is kinda my speciality. No need to thank—“

Just as both pairs of feet made contact with the solid surface of the balcony, Peter Two’s Spidey sense was triggered. He froze, then…

… On the street, about fifteen stories below and behind him, he heard a sound. Halfway between a boom and a pop, followed by gasps from onlookers.

Peter Two Spider-Man whirled around on his feet and approached the edge of the balcony to observe…

He legitimately wiped at his lenses, not believing what - or, more specifically, who - he saw waving like the happiest boy in the world his direction.

Beneath the mask, Peter Two was matching his younger brother’s grin. . but they were still out in the very open, and secret identities were of the upmost importance.

After telling the previous citizen to stay clear of any window washing buckets for the immediate future, Spider-Man dove out of the balcony, and touched down before his youngest brother.

Noticing the crowd that had gathered around the two - snapping pictures at the very unusual thing that was a desk and a man appearing from nowhere… Peter Two made the decision to act like the other was a nobody, until they could get privacy for a proper reunion.

“Hey kid, continuing to work on that science project, I see. How about I help you get this contraption away from the middle of Times Square and back to my lab before anybody gets hurt, okay?”

He hoped the younger understood where he was going with his words.

Peter couldnt believe that he acutally did it! After all the months of sleepless nights working on his invention, finally his idea was turned into a reality. He looked around him for a moment, it was so strange how everything looked the same. He had almost expected to see a city that was unrecognizable to him.

“Oh yeah, I was hoping to get your opinion on it.” Peter 1 replied with a grin. “You seem like a smart enough guy.“

He stepped off the disk then pressed a button on the bracelet. The disk than began to shrink smaller and smaller until it was tiny enough to fit in his hand. He then picked up the item and placed it into his pocket.

“I would say I’m passively intelligent. Nowhere near somebody like you, I’m sure of that.”

The older Spider stood up straighter and gave a singular tilt of his head downward, as if with his body language saying play along, or else our secret identity would be on the line.

“It’s not much, and I’ll let you see it, but we go my way, okay? You’re slightly underdressed to travel your way.”

Code word to mean the other was in his civilian clothing - and it wouldn’t do him any good to swing in jeans and a t-shirt.

A single arm outstretched.

Even thought he was sure the older versions of him were probably much more clever than he was.

He nodded in understanding when he told him they had to go his way. He had never been the passager when swinging he decided this could be very fun.

This was not some simple stranger on the street; this was his youngest brother, and he’d do anything to make sure the young teenager was safe.

The masked hero gave a singular node in the same moment he raised his right arm towards the sky. He spoke in a lowly voice, one normal humans wouldn’t be able to hear but that their rather sensitive hearing would.

“I’m going just beyond that building to our 9 o’clock; there’s a pretty decently hidden alleyway where I can take off my mask. Ready?”

He may have asked if he was prepared for flight, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, shooting a web - attaching to a nearby streetlamp - catapulting the two into the sky.

Beneath the mask, he was finding it difficult holding back chuckles. If the younger Peter was anything like him, he would probably find this experience extremely stressful; being up in the air, moving, but not being the one in control of your movements would definitely stress the eldest Peter out.

“I could see why my MJ hated doing this.” Peter commented. “Its a lot less fun as the passenger.”

 If he got up the courage to talk to her again, he`d probably check swinging from city buildings off of the list of first date ideas.

When he asked if he was ready, Peter had been trying to catch his breathe. He was about to ask him to give him a sec, but instead he was brought back into the air.

When they finally got to the location and his feet touched the ground, he laid down, still slightly out of breathe.

“Aw, c’mon Peter; it’s really not that bad! You talk as though like you don’t trust me. Would I really do such a thing like dropping—“

Now swinging over the mouth of the fifteen-story alleyway, Peter Two may have “accidentally” slipped his grasp on his brother, making an audible and innocent “oops!” sound as the other began to fall.

No worries - unlike some people - Peter Two had a perfect track record with catching people as they fell.

For his youngest brother, he shot a giant web out, to act as a cushion or a soft padding beneath his fall.

The brown eyed Spider should find himself caught in a web… And the blue-eyed Spider was doing a terrible time holding back his laughter.

“Are you okay? Are you alright? Oh, Pete! So, so sorry!”

The older man landed beside his brother and finally removed his mask… revealing his smirk.

If there was one thing Peter Two was envious of his younger doppelgänger, it was his youthful near-endless amount of energy.

The younger Peter spoke nearly a mile a minute, and while the elder successfully kept up, he couldn’t help but force back a chuckle.

“Woah, slow down, cowboy: let’s take this one sentence at a time, shall we? You’re saying - with the help of the Strange Wizard, you have made a multi-dimensional transportation device?”

He couldn’t help but to give his best proud older brother / dad look to the younger man.

“You made it just to come hang out with me? Aw, Peter, that absolutely touches my heart and makes my day to hear. . .”

To show how much he approved, he pulled the younger man into an embrace.

❝ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝑜𝓉, 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮.

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜. .

. . '𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. ❞

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Edit dedicated to my top three muses: Marty McFly (@notachicken15 & @notachicken68) Peter Parker (@notthehumanspider), and Clark Kent (@notabirdnotaplane)!

After his battle with two other version of himself, Peter (1) had been obsessed with finding out as much as he could about the multiverse. He had been shocked and amazed by the knowledge that something like that could even be real. He wanted figure out a way for him to travel through the multi verse worlds freely. . He figured there must be scientific way to travel through worlds without endangering the entire multiverse.

part of him wanted to be able to study the differences in the world’s. Yet most of all he wanted to see the other Peter’s again. They really had made him feel like they were brothers, he felt so connected to them and they seemed to get him in a way no one else did. Right now with May dead and his friends clueless to who he was, he needed people who cared about him and got him.

There wasn’t much to read on the multiverse mainly mainly theories and conspiracies about it. There were a few scientists who had vile information on it and had been researching it too. Peter ended up working tirelessly in his lab for the next few months and using quantum physics as it’s basis he created a device that could potentially transport him through the multiverses.

The device was a large desk that connected to a small black bracelet. All he had to was step on the disk and type in details of where he wanted to go on the bracelet.

Eventually he ended up in the middle of Time Square but clearly not the one he was used to. As he looked up he spotted Spider-Man helping a civilian.

“Hey brother!” Peter (1) called out with joy. He smirked. “Thought I would pay you a visit.”

@notthehumanspider​

“Ah, thank you Spider-Man! Thank you! I’d be nothing more than a pancake on the ground if it wasn’t for you!” The gentleman spoke through grateful sobs as the masked hero pulled him to safety onto a nearby balcony.

“Haven’t you heard? Keeping human pancakes off the streets of New York City is kinda my speciality. No need to thank—“

Just as both pairs of feet made contact with the solid surface of the balcony, Peter Two’s Spidey sense was triggered. He froze, then…

… On the street, about fifteen stories below and behind him, he heard a sound. Halfway between a boom and a pop, followed by gasps from onlookers.

Peter Two Spider-Man whirled around on his feet and approached the edge of the balcony to observe…

He legitimately wiped at his lenses, not believing what - or, more specifically, who - he saw waving like the happiest boy in the world his direction.

Beneath the mask, Peter Two was matching his younger brother’s grin. . but they were still out in the very open, and secret identities were of the upmost importance.

After telling the previous citizen to stay clear of any window washing buckets for the immediate future, Spider-Man dove out of the balcony, and touched down before his youngest brother.

Noticing the crowd that had gathered around the two - snapping pictures at the very unusual thing that was a desk and a man appearing from nowhere… Peter Two made the decision to act like the other was a nobody, until they could get privacy for a proper reunion.

“Hey kid, continuing to work on that science project, I see. How about I help you get this contraption away from the middle of Times Square and back to my lab before anybody gets hurt, okay?”

He hoped the younger understood where he was going with his words.

Peter couldnt believe that he acutally did it! After all the months of sleepless nights working on his invention, finally his idea was turned into a reality. He looked around him for a moment, it was so strange how everything looked the same. He had almost expected to see a city that was unrecognizable to him.

“Oh yeah, I was hoping to get your opinion on it.” Peter 1 replied with a grin. “You seem like a smart enough guy.“

He stepped off the disk then pressed a button on the bracelet. The disk than began to shrink smaller and smaller until it was tiny enough to fit in his hand. He then picked up the item and placed it into his pocket.

“I would say I’m passively intelligent. Nowhere near somebody like you, I’m sure of that.”

The older Spider stood up straighter and gave a singular tilt of his head downward, as if with his body language saying play along, or else our secret identity would be on the line.

“It’s not much, and I’ll let you see it, but we go my way, okay? You’re slightly underdressed to travel your way.”

Code word to mean the other was in his civilian clothing - and it wouldn’t do him any good to swing in jeans and a t-shirt.

A single arm outstretched.

Even thought he was sure the older versions of him were probably much more clever than he was.

He nodded in understanding when he told him they had to go his way. He had never been the passager when swinging he decided this could be very fun.

This was not some simple stranger on the street; this was his youngest brother, and he’d do anything to make sure the young teenager was safe.

The masked hero gave a singular node in the same moment he raised his right arm towards the sky. He spoke in a lowly voice, one normal humans wouldn’t be able to hear but that their rather sensitive hearing would.

“I’m going just beyond that building to our 9 o’clock; there’s a pretty decently hidden alleyway where I can take off my mask. Ready?”

He may have asked if he was prepared for flight, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, shooting a web - attaching to a nearby streetlamp - catapulting the two into the sky.

Beneath the mask, he was finding it difficult holding back chuckles. If the younger Peter was anything like him, he would probably find this experience extremely stressful; being up in the air, moving, but not being the one in control of your movements would definitely stress the eldest Peter out.

“I could see why my MJ hated doing this.” Peter commented. “Its a lot less fun as the passenger.”

 If he got up the courage to talk to her again, he`d probably check swinging from city buildings off of the list of first date ideas.

When he asked if he was ready, Peter had been trying to catch his breathe. He was about to ask him to give him a sec, but instead he was brought back into the air.

When they finally got to the location and his feet touched the ground, he laid down, still slightly out of breathe.

“Aw, c’mon Peter; it’s really not that bad! You talk as though like you don’t trust me. Would I really do such a thing like dropping—“

Now swinging over the mouth of the fifteen-story alleyway, Peter Two may have “accidentally” slipped his grasp on his brother, making an audible and innocent “oops!” sound as the other began to fall.

No worries - unlike some people - Peter Two had a perfect track record with catching people as they fell.

For his youngest brother, he shot a giant web out, to act as a cushion or a soft padding beneath his fall.

The brown eyed Spider should find himself caught in a web. . . And the blue-eyed Spider was doing a terrible time holding back his laughter.

“Are you okay? Are you alright? Oh, Pete! So, so sorry!”

The older man landed beside his brother and finally removed his mask. . . revealing his smirk.

It was almost difficult for his brain to properly understand what it was that she was saying. He couldn’t imagine the horror of witnessing a disappearance… Or disappearing himself.

He nearly reached a hand out to her shoulder, for no other reason than to make sure she wouldn’t disappear, again. An illogical thought, he was well aware. That’s why his hand did nothing more than twitch by his side.

She had his undeniable attention.

“Did it hurt? Fading away, I mean? If you don’t mind me asking… “

Mj gave him a soft smile and appreciated the gesture. She thought a moment… it was hard to remember what is was like.. all she could think about was how a blind person describes not being able to see. Us seeing people think they see black. But really they see ‘nothing’. And that is something that people really struggle to get there head around…. Ok maybe that wasn’t the best analogy. But fading was…

He hoped to remedy that, by both his chosen words and placing a gentle palm on her shoulder.

“It was just a little hurdle I had to learn to overcome in the process. With the help of forcing myself to sleep and the right medication from my doctor, I haven’t had an episode in years. I’m okay, MJ. Thank you for the kind words, though.”

Speaking the name MJ seemed to bring the conversation topic to his, a topic that he wasn’t at all against gushing about. His left thumb unconsciously fingered and rotated the ring on his forth finger as he spoke.

“The very beginning was the rockiest of our entire relationship; I wanted to tell her so badly my secret, but that what-if side of my brain won out every single time. What if something terrible happened to her because she knew the identity behind the mask? How could I possibly cope with myself in a situation like that?”

He gave a sad, reminiscent sigh.

“She knew I was hiding something from her, and I knew that she knew I was hiding something from her, yet, I just… couldn’t. My fear pushed her away.”

Now, a sad smile.

“I almost lost her. I mean, not in a Peter 3 way, I should clarify: with me not taking a chance in telling her who I really was, she became engaged to someone else. I almost lost my chance to be with her. . .”

Now, a genuine smile. “Would you believe me if I said Doc Oc helped officially start my relationship with my MJ?” A laugh. “All it took was a little kidnapping and the potential end of New York City and the world as we knew it for Mary Jane to see the man beneath the mask.”

Not yet finished.

“Sure, we’ve had our fair share of up and downs since - as any healthy couple would - but I sometimes sit back and think: “what the hell was I so scared of?” Her knowing is one of the best things that has ever happened in my life… and she’s now my second favorite person in the entire multiverse.”

He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating. The knocks to the head he'd taken over the years, the ever present risk of concussion, were all reasons to consider that he might be. But - regardless - he swung down lightly to stop in front of Peter Two.

The eldest Peter was just exiting the restaurant with his 2AM snack when his Spidey sense alerted him to something incoming. . . he braced. . .

. . . But all tension relaxed upon seeing the identity of who dropped before him.

“Hey there, kid. It seems I wasn’t the only Peter who couldn’t sleep.”

He smirked before bringing the other into a hug.

Minute tremors - that the boy most likely wasn’t even are of - but Peter felt them all-the-same.

Only when he thought the other was ready, he pulled back from the hug, and looked closely into his (tired) brown orbs.

“Say, are you hungry? We’re right here at this diner and they would be more than happy to get us something to eat. How about we continue this conversation with greasy plates before us?”

He purposely made sure to not note that he had just finished a snack, and tried to word it in a way the other would have a hard time saying “no” to.

He had no idea when the last time the younger Peter had eaten, and that thought broke his heart.

He tried not to stare at the side of his best friend’s face… but he failed. Extraordinarily.

Eyes glued to the floor in complete shame.

I caused that.

He has nobody to blame for his disfigurement than me.

Was this how he was to repent his sins?

A tiny voice spoke up.

“What is the last thing you remember, Harry?”

was that how he was going to look at him for the rest of time ?? he’d bring it up, but now wasn’t the time. but harry definitely stored that away for later. now allowing some breathing room in between them; he hesitated at the question.      “    one of these days you’ll answer my questions.     ”     he commented, with a small look.

“That night… You came to my rescue - against The Sandman and the corrupted Eddie Brock…” He didn’t think to consider the fact that Harry probably didn’t know who Eddie Brock was.

He couldn’t help but reach a hand out to hover over Harry’s chest, but he didn’t touch. Almost as if his fingers would burn, if they made contact.

“Eddie took your glider from you, and I was weak. I have never felt so physically weak before. I would have died… by your glider - by Eddie’s hands - if you didn’t take the blades for me. You jumped in front of me, and gave your life to save mine.”

Was it shock that kept Peter from breaking down into tears?

If that wasn’t hard enough to get out, what he admitted to next made his own stomach churn.

“    then … how– ??    ”   but he stopped, mid-question. peter wasn’t lying. he could tell. besides, it made sense. jumping in front of a glider seemed like something he would do. and it was … slightly poetic; his mind thinking back to his father.

An unconscious reaction his nervous system made, almost as if his best friend - at any moment - could disappear just as suddenly that he appeared.

In his current emotional state, he couldn’t quite conceptualize an answer to his first question, so with a giant gulp and a bobble of his Adam’s apple, he tackled his second question first.

“Seven. . . Seventeen years, Harry. You-you died seventeen years ago. In my perspective.”

I don’t need a third Michael J. Fox muse

I don’t need a third Michael J. Fox muse

I don’t need a third Michael J. Fox muse

After his battle with two other version of himself, Peter (1) had been obsessed with finding out as much as he could about the multiverse. He had been shocked and amazed by the knowledge that something like that could even be real. He wanted figure out a way for him to travel through the multi verse worlds freely. . He figured there must be scientific way to travel through worlds without endangering the entire multiverse.

part of him wanted to be able to study the differences in the world’s. Yet most of all he wanted to see the other Peter’s again. They really had made him feel like they were brothers, he felt so connected to them and they seemed to get him in a way no one else did. Right now with May dead and his friends clueless to who he was, he needed people who cared about him and got him.

There wasn’t much to read on the multiverse mainly mainly theories and conspiracies about it. There were a few scientists who had vile information on it and had been researching it too. Peter ended up working tirelessly in his lab for the next few months and using quantum physics as it’s basis he created a device that could potentially transport him through the multiverses.

The device was a large desk that connected to a small black bracelet. All he had to was step on the disk and type in details of where he wanted to go on the bracelet.

Eventually he ended up in the middle of Time Square but clearly not the one he was used to. As he looked up he spotted Spider-Man helping a civilian.

“Hey brother!” Peter (1) called out with joy. He smirked. “Thought I would pay you a visit.”

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“Ah, thank you Spider-Man! Thank you! I’d be nothing more than a pancake on the ground if it wasn’t for you!” The gentleman spoke through grateful sobs as the masked hero pulled him to safety onto a nearby balcony.

“Haven’t you heard? Keeping human pancakes off the streets of New York City is kinda my speciality. No need to thank—“

Just as both pairs of feet made contact with the solid surface of the balcony, Peter Two’s Spidey sense was triggered. He froze, then…

… On the street, about fifteen stories below and behind him, he heard a sound. Halfway between a boom and a pop, followed by gasps from onlookers.

Peter Two Spider-Man whirled around on his feet and approached the edge of the balcony to observe…

He legitimately wiped at his lenses, not believing what - or, more specifically, who - he saw waving like the happiest boy in the world his direction.

Beneath the mask, Peter Two was matching his younger brother’s grin. . but they were still out in the very open, and secret identities were of the upmost importance.

After telling the previous citizen to stay clear of any window washing buckets for the immediate future, Spider-Man dove out of the balcony, and touched down before his youngest brother.

Noticing the crowd that had gathered around the two - snapping pictures at the very unusual thing that was a desk and a man appearing from nowhere… Peter Two made the decision to act like the other was a nobody, until they could get privacy for a proper reunion.

“Hey kid, continuing to work on that science project, I see. How about I help you get this contraption away from the middle of Times Square and back to my lab before anybody gets hurt, okay?”

He hoped the younger understood where he was going with his words.

Peter couldnt believe that he acutally did it! After all the months of sleepless nights working on his invention, finally his idea was turned into a reality. He looked around him for a moment, it was so strange how everything looked the same. He had almost expected to see a city that was unrecognizable to him.

“Oh yeah, I was hoping to get your opinion on it.” Peter 1 replied with a grin. “You seem like a smart enough guy.“

He stepped off the disk then pressed a button on the bracelet. The disk than began to shrink smaller and smaller until it was tiny enough to fit in his hand. He then picked up the item and placed it into his pocket.

“I would say I’m passively intelligent. Nowhere near somebody like you, I’m sure of that.”

The older Spider stood up straighter and gave a singular tilt of his head downward, as if with his body language saying play along, or else our secret identity would be on the line.

“It’s not much, and I’ll let you see it, but we go my way, okay? You’re slightly underdressed to travel your way.”

Code word to mean the other was in his civilian clothing - and it wouldn’t do him any good to swing in jeans and a t-shirt.

A single arm outstretched.

Even thought he was sure the older versions of him were probably much more clever than he was.

He nodded in understanding when he told him they had to go his way. He had never been the passager when swinging he decided this could be very fun.

This was not some simple stranger on the street; this was his youngest brother, and he’d do anything to make sure the young teenager was safe.

The masked hero gave a singular node in the same moment he raised his right arm towards the sky. He spoke in a lowly voice, one normal humans wouldn’t be able to hear but that their rather sensitive hearing would.

“I’m going just beyond that building to our 9 o’clock; there’s a pretty decently hidden alleyway where I can take off my mask. Ready?”

He may have asked if he was prepared for flight, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, shooting a web - attaching to a nearby streetlamp - catapulting the two into the sky.

Beneath the mask, he was finding it difficult holding back chuckles. If the younger Peter was anything like him, he would probably find this experience extremely stressful; being up in the air, moving, but not being the one in control of your movements would definitely stress the eldest Peter out.

Even just thoughts of Mary Jane never failed to make him smile. “Yep. Still acting. She said she wouldn’t be satisfied until she won a Tony, and even then she could never see herself giving it up.”

About the interview… “I try to convey that, but all that does is put my - Peter Parker’s - ass on the line with Jameson. Sales are plummeting and he’s been on me nearly every day for any scoop that could boost sales. It’s exhausting, Harry.”

He smiled in regards to his appreciation for his aunt. “Only time will tell, as her doctors have been telling me. She could make a complete recovery… or will need to be moved to a long-term care facility indefinitely. We just don’t know yet.”

The doppelgänger of his life-long friend made no sudden movements. He wasn’t in the least bit a threat, yet his words were enough to trigger Peter’s sixth sense. Because - in essence - they were participating (even if only vocally and at a volume no more than a whisper) in something (potentially) dangerous.

Peter checked all around his surroundings - making sure nobody was eavesdropping on their conversation before placing his cup back onto the table with an anxious sigh.

“Where exactly were you obtaining this… medication, Harry?”

If it was anybody else who had told him this information, had implied the request for assistance in theft of medication, Peter probably would have (gently) tried to ease them into a different direction for help.

But, when it was Harry Osborn’s desperate voice asking for that same assistance… Peter’s moral compass seemed nonexistent after deep consideration.

“I… can’t go as him. I can’t wear the suit, if I was to do this. And I’ll need another disguise, but… Christ, I cannot believe I’m about to agree to this but… Where exactly are we looking at, and what exactly does our time frame look like, Harry?”

there was a small moment where harry was processing what peter just said. he had tried not to imply that he wanted peter to steal for him; and … well, he didn’t want peter to steal for him; that felt wrong on so many levels. but … the fact that this guy had immediately gone for it; because harry was harry, showed exactly what kind of headspace peter was in. the guy had practically accepted him as harry, at this point. another chance, maybe ?? 

but harry was still in a better frame of mind; still chaotic; still vulnerable, but better, and he knew enough to just shake his head.    “    i don’t want you to steal for me, pete. i don’t —- have an alternative, but i don’t want you to steal.    ”    but he needed that medication. not only did it have a tonne of side effects if you stopped suddenly, but … his body would change. probably. he didn’t know; he hadn’t been in a position to find out until now. but if he was scared of one thing, it was that.

“Sometimes. . . Sometimes, in order to do the right thing. . .”

He released the breath.

“. . . That right thing requires you fight the same institution you dedicate every ounce of your free time upholding.”

He shook his head, but not in response to accepting the job, but to the denial of same job.

“Harry, no. You’re my friend, and I would have no idea if I could forgive myself if I didn’t help you, in this very moment. My answer is “yes”, and that’s my final answer. And a week, you say?”

He gently took medication box and gave it a small peak before sliding it back.