#lee!peter3

Peter 3 hummed to himself as he dangled upside down on one of the infamous actuators of Doctor Octavius. He never thought he’d be casually sitting in the same room with the once notorious villain from Peter 2’s universe.

The three Spider brothers had decided to hang out together earlier that day in the oldest Peter’s world. Except, Peter 2 had forgotten that he had to help assist Otto in the lab that same day.

“Aw don’t tell me you’re secretly helping him build another doomsday machine,” Peter 3 had joked.

The oldest rolled his eyes. “Relax. He’s dropped out of the villain gig for good. I was only supposed to help him sort and organize stuff around the lab, that’s all.”

The youngest Peter pouted. “Awww so what does that mean? You won’t be able to hang out today?”

Peter 2 was about to say something when the younger spiders both gave him their best puppy dog eyes stare. He grimaced. He could never deny his little bros with those looks. “Okay, look,” he finally said with a sigh. “Even though I’m supposed to help Otto today, I guess…you guys can…tag along too? As long as you don’t break anything, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind your guys’ company.”

“Alright!” The younger brothers cheered. “Let’s go!”

Things went smoothly upon arrival. Doctor Octavius was a bit surprised that all three Peter Parkers showed up, but he didn’t mind. While he and his Peter worked away at sorting through cabinets and desk drawers, the doctor let the younger Peters play around with his metal tentacles to keep them occupied.

Peter 1 was having a blast; swinging and dangling from the actuators, and letting them hold and lift him up.

Peter 3, however, wasn’t exactly having the same amount of fun. He simply sat down on a nearby swivel chair, pretending to be occupied with his web shooters. He was still a little unnerved about Doctor Octavius.

Okay, he had to admit, those artificially intelligent metal arms of his were really cool in a way. But they still seemed kind of…scary? Intimidating? The way those pointy claws curled and snapped shut, and the fact that were intelligent with a mind of their own that used to take control of their maker’s mind. Shudder.

It wasn’t until Peter 2 announced for a coffee break, that got the younger Spider bros’ attention.

“I’m just going to grab a couple coffees from Starbucks for us,” he said while grabbing his coat. “Anyone want anything from there?”

“Oooh! Oooh!” Peter 1 frantically waved from his upside down position on the actuators. “I’ll take a mango dragonfruit lemonade! Make it a venti!”

“Got it. Peter 3? You want anything?”

Said Peter hummed in thought. “Umm…a mocha cookie crumble for me. Make mine a venti, too.”

Peter 2 nodded. “Got it.”

The youngest spider chirped. “Wait! Can I come with you? You might need an extra pair of hands to carry all the drinks, heh.”

“Good thinking, little bro.”

“Awesome! Okay, uhh…can you guys let me go?” Peter 1 sheepishly asked the clingy actuators. They whirred understandingly and set him down, and all took a turn to give him a quick hair ruffle.

“You guys need me to come, too?” Peter 3 asked, getting up from his spot.

“Actually…” said the oldest. “Peter 1 and I can handle it. Thanks, though. In the meantime, you can hang back here in the lab. We won’t be long.”

“You can chill out here with Doc’s cool arms!” Peter 1 chirped. “They’re really fun to be around. Super clingy, too, but affectionate.”

“Oh. Okay then…” the middle brother eyed the mechanical arms wearily from the corner of his eye.

Peter 2 wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, I know what you’re thinking. There’s no need to be afraid or intimidated by him. It’s all good now. I know you don’t know Doc as well as I do or even like Peter 1 has gotten to lately, but this is a chance to get to know him, too. Oh, and don’t be scared about those metal arms of his. They won’t bite.”

Peter 3 rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Just go get my coffee already. I need my caffeine!”

“Relax, bossy,” the oldest said with a poke to the middle’s ribs. “We’ll be back in a little bit.”

Peter 3 flinched and bit back a smile. It got super quiet in the lab now that the other two left. It was a little too quiet for Peter 3.

Doc Ock noticed how uneasy the middle Peter looked. He gave a little sigh. He must still be intimidated by me. He couldn’t blame the young Spider-Man. He knew he must’ve always looked intimidating to anyone who came across him.

But still, he didn’t want the young Parker to be afraid of him forever. Maybe his Peter’s suggestion earlier about leaving the two of them alone wasn’t such a great idea after all.

Then one of his nearby actuators chirped. Oh, yes. I almost forgot about that. Let’s just hope that what my Peter says about him is indeed true.

The scientist cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. “Y’know, you can have a look around my laboratory if you’d like. You don’t have to be confined to one spot.”

Peter 3 nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Octavius shyly extended a metal tentacle towards him. “Would you…like to have a seat?” I know your other counterparts really enjoy it. Especially the littlest Peter.”

The middle Spidey hesitated or a moment. “Well…okay.” He climbed on top of the extended actuator. It suddenly lifted him up high off the ground. “W-Whoa! What the heck?!”

Doc Ock had to bite back a smile. “Sorry. Too high?” The actuator lowered. “That better?”

Peter 3 nodded. Feeling a little more relaxed, he let himself instinctively dangle upside down from the metal arm. Huh…he had to admit, this was nice. “Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. Sometimes I forget those metal arms of yours have a mind of their own.”

The scientists hummed in agreement. “They can be quite a handful sometimes. But in reality, it’s like having four puppies attached to my back at all times.”

As if on cue, the other actuators slithered over to Peter 3, chirping curiously as they closed in. Peter 3 shrunk back a little. “W-Whoa uhm…they aren’t—they aren’t gonna like, attack me or anything, right?”

“Relax, they don’t bite.” Otto paused. “On second thought, technically they do, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Easy now, Peter,” Otto chuckled. “Before you get alarmed, I must ask…are you ticklish by any chance?”

Peter 3 could feel his cheeks grow warm in an instant. The question caught him so off guard, and already made butterflies fill his belly. “U-Uhhaahm…” he laughed awkwardly, averting his gaze. “Um…n-no..?”

“Hm. Your hesitance and the color of your cheeks says otherwise.”

Peter 3 awkwardly rubbed at his face, as if that would wipe away his blush. “W-Well I’m not hesitating. So…yeah. A-And I’m not ticklish, either.” He scoffed. “I mean, why would I be, right? That’s just not something that really works on me, y’know?”

Otto nodded. “I know, Peter. Which is why I’m gonna do this.”

Peter 3 suddenly squeaked like a mouse as he felt a jab to his side. “AaHHEAA!” Another squeeze, this time to his other side. The culprit? Two sneaky actuators. “Whoa, hey, d-don’t get any ideHAA! HaHAHeheheyyy! Nohohoho!” This time, both curious actuators simultaneously nuzzled against Peter 3’s sides.

The tallest Spidey was starting to lose his balance so he hopped off the metal tentacle. But as soon as he touched the ground, all four actuators surrounded and hovered over Peter 3, their claws teasingly pinching and wiggling in the air just above him.

Peter 3 squeaked and curled in on himself. His arms wrapped around his torso protectively. Air tickles always drove him crazy! It made his spider tingle go off over and over, which made the fuzzy feeling of anticipation even worse!

“Oh, and another thing, Peter,” Doc Ock’s voice cut in. “Your other two partners in crime explained to me how you’re still hesitant to be around me. I don’t blame you, boy. I now I can look very intimidating, but you don’t have to be afraid of me. I can be very fun to be around with, y’know!” He smiled over the sound of the tall Spidey’s cackles.

Peter 3 couldn’t answer properly with his mad giggling and squeaking. He couldn’t believe how teasy and casual the scientist was being! Okay, maybe his other spider bros were right about one thing: maybe he didn’t have to be intimidated by Doc Ock anymore.

But still, he couldn’t shake off the feeling like he had been set up. His question was immediately answered.

“I was also told by my Peter that the best way I could warm up to you was through silly play like this,” the scientist emphasized his point by having two metal arms squeeze at the boy’s ribs. “Since you love to play round and laugh. His words, not mine.”

“WhaHAAAhat?! I-I knew you guhuhuys were uhuhup to somethiHHEEE!! Something eheeHEE—evil when you were tahahahalking!”

“Why, I did no such thing,” Otto innocently answered. “I’m simply trying to show you how friendly and warm I can be. You, on the other hand, have brought this upon yourself by lying to me!”

“WhahAHAt?! I nehehever lied!”

“Mhm, did so. You lied about being ticklish, and I will not tolerate any liars in my lab!”

“B-Buhuhut I wahahasn’t lying! I-I swear!”

“Then lift your arms up.”

“W-Whahahat?!!”

“You heard me. Lift your arms up. If you aren’t ticklish like you say, then clearly this shouldn’t affect you, right?”

“Riiiihihight?”

“Well, then go ahead.”

Being ever so stubborn, Peter shook his head and wrapped his arms even tighter around his torso. “Noho wahahay! I knhohohow what you’re gonna do!”

Otto couldn’t help but laugh at the flustered Spider-Man. “Good lord, you must be extremely ticklish to be this jumpy and giggly.”

“I-I aham nahahahat!”

“Another lie right there! That’s it, now you’re going to get it!”

The four actuators descended onto Peter 3, two grabbing his wrists, making him screech. “NAAAAHAHAHAO PLEASE!”

The scientist actually jumped back at he sudden reaction and quirked a brow. “Too much? I’m sorry, I’ll tone it down if you’re too overwhelmed by this.”

The metal tentacles pulled away like nothing had happened. Otto stole a quick glance at Peter 3, and was sure his heart was going to melt at the sudden look of shock and disappointment on his face.

Was he…pouting?

“Something on your mind?” The doctor asked with a soft grin.

“U-Uhmm….I-I hhhmmffhh…” the flustered Spider-Man averted his gaze and fumbled with his hoodie sleeves. “Y-You don’t—you didn’t have to…necessarily stop…”

“Oh? Is that my cue to keep going?” The metal tentacles were back, pinching the air above Peter 3’s sides.

“W-Whoa! Watch ihihit with those thihihings! A-And what? Keep going?” Peter’s 3’s face flushed as red as a cherry. “You couuuuld if you wanted to…” His lips suddenly curled into a cheeky smile. “But you’re wasting your time ‘cause I’m not even ticklish!” He stuck his tongue out and made a run for it as soon as the actuators descended on him again.

Otto shook his head with a smile at the Spider-Man’s cheekiness. His Peter warned him about how stubborn Peter 3 could be when admitting something like being ticklish. But he also said that was just Peter 3’s silent way of asking for more tickles or to keep going as he always provoked the other person instead of asking for it; he was just too shy to ask the dreaded question.

Otto had his metal tentacles make a grab for him again, resulting in Peter dashing for the door. He, of course, didn’t make it and was once again grabbed and pinned by the actuators. “What is with you lying to my face? You’re literally giggling and squirming already and I haven’t laid a finger on you!”

Peter 3 just shook his head, sputtering more giggles as his blush darkened and reached the tips of his ears. “I-Ihihit’s your freaheeheeheaky arms! Make them stohohop thahat!”

The older scientist was confused at first, but quickly caught on when he saw his actuators hovering over the boy’s body, the claws teasingly wiggling and slowly lowering and pulling away at the last second. “Ohhh I see. You can’t stand anticipating tickles, can you?”

Peter 3 stuck his tongue out in response.

“My goodness, you just have quite the attitude today. I’m guessing you don’t want me to go easy on you then. For that extra lie, you’re getting all four actuators!”

“W-Wait huh? What does that me—HEEEEEEheahaHAAAAAhaha!!” Peter 3 didn’t have the time to finish his sentence because all four metal tentacles attacked him at once. One was squeezing at his ribs, another shoved under his arm, another scribbled at his belly, and the last one was trying to get at his kicking feet.

Despite not being restrained at all, Peter 3 made no real attempt to get away. He just laid there on the floor, squirming like a worm on a hot sidewalk, and cackling like a hyena.

“AaaHAAAAhahaeheAAAAheeHEEEEEEHEE!! HeeheHEEEEheHAAAAhaha!!”

“Interestingly enough, you’re not making much attempt to get away. I don’t even have to hold you down with my extra arms!”

“ShsHDHSHshuhuhut uhUHUP!! AAAAAHH! Wahahahait!! NAAAAAAHAHAHAO!! EEEEEEK!!”

“Oh? Is this a bad rib of yours?”

“YEHEHEHES!!” Peter 3 shook his head madly. “T-Thahahat one’s off limits—NAAAAAAHAHAAA!! N-Not there EHEEEHEHEEE—either!!”

Octavius shook his head with a chuckle. “Is there any part of you that isn’t ticklish?”

“I-I d-HAAAAAAHAHAA don’t knoHOHOW!! *snort*”

“Dihihid you just snort?!”

“N-NOHOHO—*snort!*”

Unbeknownst to them, two figures were watching the playful spectacle from the slightly ajar door.

Peter 1 giggled behind his hand. “Peter 3 does sound like a hyena!”

Peter 2 lightly shushed him. “He sure does. I’m just glad Otto took my advice after all when we left. Well played with you too, little brother; tagging along with me to get those two alone.” He ruffled the younger spider’s hair.

Peter 1 squeaked happily at the touch. “Hey, you don’t think Peter 3 will get mad at us for doing this to him on purpose, do you?”

“Nah,” Peter 2 shook his head. “You know how much he secretly loves to be tickled. Besides, this way he won’t be afraid of Doctor Octavius anymore just like we all once were. Despite the scary metal arms, he really does have a soft playful side.”

He had been “pranking” you nonstop the past few days; hiding the remote, turning the lights off while you were showering, changing common words in your phone to “I love Peter”. Honestly, you couldn’t even call them pranks. They were just little things that irked you, and Peter knew it.

You’d brought it up to him after the sixth or seventh time he’d gotten under your skin.

“Okay, what gives, Peter? Why are you constantly playing tricks on me?” You crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing your boyfriend warily.

“Because it’s October! It’s spooky season. I have to cause as much mischief as possible,” He responded with excitement in his tone, as if this was something you should be enjoying, too. It wasn’t as if you hated him for it, but it was the type of pranks he pulled that were more irritating than funny.

“And who are you? The God of Mischief?”

“No,” Peter laughed. “A variant of him, maybe.”

You rolled your eyes before turning away and walking back to the kitchen. “Expect some major payback, Parker!”

Since then, you’ve tried a few things, but seemingly nothing could be as bothersome as things were to you. Maybe you just had a short temper.

You’d tried eating his favorite snacks, but he just chuckled and said he’d buy more. You mismatched all of his socks, which took a lot of effort, and all he did was wear them that way. By the end of the week, you’d started running out of ideas to annoy him.

That was until you’d witnessed one of his friends trying to get his attention in class. You sat in the back away from Peter because you new sitting next to your boyfriend would only end badly for you and your grades, and watched as the scene played out.

Peter’s friend obviously needed his attention, so he began poking him since Peter wasn’t answering. After a few seconds, Peter ripped his arm away from the friend and quickly looked at him.

“What?” He hissed through a whisper.

“Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” The friend asked. You heard Peter grunt, angrily searching for a writing utensil to give to him.

It was exactly the kind of information you needed to get the upper hand on him. Peter was bothered by over-excessive poking. That was easy enough to do at home. Class ended half an hour after that and you began plotting your boyfriend’s future demise.

Peter walked into your shared apartment not too long after you did, throwing his bag down and heading straight into the kitchen. You heard the door shut, prompting you to leave your position on the couch and follow him.

“Hey,” You greeted him. Peter turned his head over to where your voice came from and smiled in response.

“Hi, gorgeous.” He turned back to the counter, continuing to make his sandwich.

“How was your last class?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“Fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Mhm,” Peter hummed, nodding. It was like he was setting the scene up himself. Smiling, you poked him in the arm a couple times.

“Come on, I know you wanna tell me everything!” You said, still prodding his bicep. You heard a huff come through his nose as he swiped the condiments onto the bread.

“It was just fine, babe! Nothing crazy happened.”

His half-assed answer didn’t stop you. You began poking his faster, moving from his arm to his back.

“I know you’re lying,” You sang out. You added your other hand, alternating fingers down his back and over to his side.

“I’m not ly-HING!” Peter squeaked, arching away from your hands out of instinct. The two of you froze—Peter dropping his butter knife and your eyes falling from his face to his waist.

“I feel like I just won the lottery,” You whispered, a smirk rising to your features. Peter’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“You have been getting on my last nerve for the past two weeks and I’ve been trying to get you back, but I couldn’t find anything that bothered you enough. Until today when that guy in class kept poking you. And now, I find out that Peter Parker is ticklish! What a surprise!” You dramatically exclaim, inching closer to him. “This is perfect payback for all those stupid pranks you pulled on me.”

You pounced on him, instantly squeezing at his sides. Peter shrieked and fell into hysterical laughter, his elbows clamping down on your hands. His legs buckled beneath him and you followed him down to the ground. It surprised you that he didn’t immediately run or force you off of him. You knew about his late-night activities, so you knew he was stronger than you and could have easily pushed you away.

“OKAY! OKAHAY! BAHAHABE!” Peter yelled through cackling laughter once you worked your way upwards towards the middle of his ribcage. His hands found your wrists to pry them away, but you pulled away first to head straight for his kn.

Again, you were shocked to find out just how ticklish your boyfriend was as you used your middle finger and thumb to pinch at the muscle above his knee. Maybe even more ticklish than you.

“Apologize for playing all those tricks and stop doing them!” You bartered with him. He nodded, kicking out to attempt to shake your hands off of him.

“SORRYHY! I’M SOHORRY! NO MOHORE!”

You ceased your tickle attack at his apology, triumphantly grinning at the disheveled state your boyfriend was in. “That was cute. I’ll have to do that more often.”

For context, the younger Peters had been bothering Peter 2 the whole day with the usual Peter Parker antics (memes, stupid jokes Peter 2 couldn't understand, etc.) When he threatened them with a good tickling, they didn’t think he’d act on it. They were wrong, of course. Now, Peter 1 and Peter 3 were stuck behind a dumpster on top of a brick building after out-swinging the oldest.

Peter 1 took his mask off, panting. “Holy shit we’re gonna die,” he whispered. Peter 3 already had his mask off, his eyes scanning around frantically.

“We'll be fine, we just gotta be quiet and keep moving.” He reassured in a hushed tone.

“Little brothers!!” Called out Peter 2. His voice sounded closer. Peter 1 gulped. “You can’t hide forever!”

“Yeah we need to move now. Let's crawl down the wall.” Peter 3 quietly snuck over to the building's edge. Bad move, cause Peter 2 was busy crawling up that same wall. Peter 3 smacked a hand over his mouth and scrambled back. “Other side other side!! Go go go!!”

They jumped to the adjacent skyscraper and found a shaded area under a fire escape. Thank god it was nighttime too. Peter 3 was on lookout mode, holding Peter 1 by the shoulder. “Okay...I think we lost him.”

Peter 1 sighed and let his shoulders fall down. “I thought we were dead…”

“Oh you still are.” Peter 2 was standing on the grated fire escape floor below them. Peter 3 practically screamed like a girl.

“GO PETE GO!!”

The youngest boys nervous giggles echoed between the buildings as they leaped away. Peter 2 shot a web and went swinging after them.

The chase was on.

Through alleys and across buildings, they ran. Whenever they thought they were safe, Peter 1 and 3 got spooked again with Peter 2 on their tails. After 5 minutes of escaping and fleeing, they finally seemed to have found a good place to rest: in the alleyway of Peter 1’s apartment.

Peter 3 was out of breath and smiling. “I caught him in a web back there. I think we’re okay.”

“You said that like, the last four times though. Are you sure?” Peter 1’s eyes strained upwards for any sight of the older spider. His tingle didn't go off.

“He would never suspect us h-AAAAAAAA!!” Peter 3 was yanked up by a web. Peter 1 followed just a second later. The boys threw out frantic pleas when they saw Peter 2 with his mask off and on the edge of Peter 1’s window. In each hand he held the web cables.

“The plan worked,” he sneered to himself. With some more pulling, both Peters were hanging by their shoulders next to the oldest brother's feet. “And look who I caught in my web today!"

“NONO PLEASE WE’RE SORRY!!”

“WE’LL STOP ANNOYING YOU, WE PROMISE!”

“Making promises isn’t Spider-Man’s strong suit,” Peter 2 hoisted the boys up and playfully tossed them into the apartment. Peter 1 and 3 tumbled onto the carpet and didn’t have time to recover enough before Peter 2 webbed their feet on the floor. He took his time walking to meet his two captive brothers, and then sat down in a crisscross between them. He linked an arm around each shoulder. “You guys have any last words?”

Peter 1 and 3 were shaking from their their uncontrollable giggling. The youngest Peter held his hands up to his chest. “Plehehease don’t kill us!!”

“Those are your last words?"

“H-How about uhh..” Peter 3 thought for a second, “oh! Ihi-I’m the best spider-man! And that-and that johohoke about your webs I-I made was wohohorth it!” Even in the worst position, the middle Peter held onto his sassiness.

“Okay you guys didn’t try at all.” Peter 2's resting arms snaked lower to give both brothers a good dose of side squeezes.

Peter 1 squealed and leaned into the oldest while Peter 3 was pushing the hand with his free hands. At least Peter 2 was merciful enough to not web their arms down. "AHAhaha!!"

"When will you two learn not to mess with me, hm? Is it today?" He turned to ask Peter 1. "Or is it tomorrow? Next week?"

"Wehehe're sorryyy!!" The youngest whined. "Ihit-it wahahas Peter 3's ideaha!" Peter 1 scrunched his nose up.

"HehEY you wanted to put ice ihin his milk!!"

"You gotta know Peter 3 isn't a good role model by now. I can't have you turn into a bad Spider-Man." Peter 2's fingers clawed between the kid's ribs. Peter 1 shrieked and tried to curl up. "EEEEE!!"

"Lehe-leheave the kid alo-AEE!" Peter 3's hip received a squeeze. He fell into his squeaky cackling. "HEEheheEEHEE!!"

"No, you're both in this! Both of you gigglebugs!" The oldest Peter was grinning ear to ear. God were these two adorable when tickled. "And stop being so cute, you're making me soft."

Peter 1 at this point was a blushy and giggly mess, very weakly attempting to stop the wiggly fingers from hooking on his lower ribs. Yeah, his attempts failed, and he let out a loud squeal followed by a snort. To him he couldn't believe one hand could take him out so easily. "NAHAAHAT THERE!!"

"Ribs are just the killer, aren't they?" He returned his attention to Peter 3 whose humorous laughter caused Peter 2 to chuckle. "You good, Peter 3?"

"NOHO!"

"You want what Peter 1's getting instead?" Peter 3 caught a quick glimpse of the kid who was being driven up the wall. He shook his head as if he had a choice.

"Well too bad." Peter 2's hand copied what he was doing with the youngest Peter. Now both captured Peters were squirming like worms, their high pitched cachinnation lighting up the apartment. Peter 2's heart swelled. "You two are gonna kill me. You're so adorable. I can't get over it."

"QUIHIT CALLING US THAT!!" Peter 1 spit out. He buried his face in the oldest's shoulders cause he didn't know what else to do at this point. His face was burning and his cheeks hurt from his plastered on smile.

"Awwwww...Lil Spidey's hiding." Peter 2 cooed. It made the kid squeak in embarrassment. Suddenly, Peter 2's tingle went off. He turned his head.

Peter 3 was reaching forward desperately to rip off the webbing around his legs.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Peter 2 used both of his hands (which Peter 1 thanked the almighty above for) to drill Peter 3's underarms. The middle brother fell back, wheezing loudly with a belly laugh following. "AAHAHA FAHAHACCKK!!"

"Yeah you thought you were safe, didn't you?"

Peter 1 took the chance he had now that he wasn't being tickled to tase Peter 2's side. Everything came to a halt when he flinched.

With tickles no longer being dished out, Peter 2 slowly turned to face the youngest. It was genuinely terrifying to the kid, and he covered his face in defense. "Th-thahahat wasn't mehe!!"

"You're done. You're both done!" With a few thwips Peter 1 and 3 had their arms webbed to the floor. Shit.

"PeTER 1 WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!?"

"I WAS TRYING TO SAVE YOU!!!"

"You should've thought that through." Peter 2 tutted. "Be lucky you have your suits on or I would give both of you guys a shit ton of raspberries right now." His two free hands made claws as he was on his knees, hovering over both of them. His fingers began to wiggle, prompting the two Peters to immediately melt into giggly puddles. Their tingles practically made it feel like they were being tickled already.

"Does this really get you guys this bad?" The oldest furrowed his brow, amused. He decided to have fun with it by quicky jumping his hands at the two but not making contact with them. Peter 1 and 3 screamed.

"OHMYGODDONTDOTHAHAT!!" their begging was all meshed together through their giggling.

"You guys, I just..." Peter 2 blinked in astonishment, "you're so cute. It's sickening."

He did a few more fake-out tickles with his hands, and every time the captured brothers fell for it. It was like if someone was turning the volume up and down on the radio, except that the radio was on the laughter channel. Peter 2 was just having a field day with this. "I'm not touching you and you're both just dying!"

"IHIHIT's-it's thehE TIHINGLE!" Peter 3 flinched hard at the hand over him nearly attacking his underarm. "HOLYSHIHIT STOP!" Peter 1 couldn't even bear to reply. The kid looked like he was going to explode from laughing.

"Okay okay, I'll get it over with," Peter 2 shrugged, "in three..."

Peter 3 groaned. "OHOH COME ON!"

"Two..."

"FUHUCK YOU!" he squeaked out.

Peter 3 weakly climbed into his apartment through the window and then closed it with a grunt. He slumped down the wall and held his head in his hands. “God…”

Peter 3 had a terrible day. It all started with him breaking a glass bowl when he had cereal, a silly mishap he could’ve avoided. And then on patrol he failed to catch three criminals from the New York drug ring, something he hoped he’d get to the bottom of at this point. And to add insult to injury, the Daily Bugle had just released their most hurtful issue yet on him, titled “Spider-Man Fails and Fails Again,” describing how his heroic feats have only hurt New York rather than helped. Was there seriously ANY news outlet that liked Spider-Man? If there was, Peter 3 hadn’t found it yet.

He didn’t want to get up. He wanted to curl into a ball and sleep on the floor under the window in his dirty suit. It took him a solid 20 seconds to realize he still had his mask on. Peter 3 yanked it off and threw it across the room. He decided to follow through on his plan and flopped on his side, legs tucked into his chest. He didn’t deserve a warm bed tonight, he thought, not after today.

Moments after he shut his eyes, a small swishing sound caught his attention. Opening one eye, he was startled by a bright red-orange portal spinning to life in his living room. Peter 3 recognized the ring, and hid his face in his knees. Out of all days, why did Peter 2 choose today to make a surprise visit?

“Peter 3?” The older man’s voice was followed with soft footsteps getting louder. The portal sounded like it swished away too. “Hey…oh..hey are you okay? What’re you doing down there?”

“What’re you doing here?” Peter 3’s voice was muffled.

“You know how the Peter tingle works. I had a feeling…something was wrong…so now I’m here.”

Peter 2 kneeled to Peter 3’s level. “Bad day?” The younger one nodded. Peter 2 offered a hand. “It’s okay bud. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“…okay.” Peter 3 sighed shakily and unfurled himself to grab the oldest’s hand. With his face exposed, it was easy to notice tears pooling in his eyes and his lip quivering. Peter 2’s heart broke at the sight of it.

“Aw buddy…” He pulled the other Spider-Man into a warm embrace and joining him on the floor. “I’m so sorry.”

Peter 3 broke, his strength melting as he let himself be held in Peter 2’s arms, hiccuping. “I-I dunno what…what I’m d..”

“Shhh..” the oldest Peter hushed him softly, rubbing his back. “You’re okay. You’re okay. It’s alright..”

“I…” he hiccuped, “I can’t d-do anything right.”

“Hey now…don’t be mean to yourself. You’re in a bad spot.” With Peter 3 so close to him, he couldn’t help but catch the scent of sweat, dirt, and smoke. He wrinkled his nose. “Oh man…yeah let’s get up and get you clean. You’ve had a long night.”

After a much needed shower and Peter 2 preparing some cinnamon toast with black tea, Peter 3 was feeling a bit better. Being out of his suit sure helped too, now in some of his comfy pajamas. He munched at the toast quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed with the plate. Holy shit, this was the best toast he’d ever had. Peter 2 sat beside him, watching but trying not to make it awkward. He cleared his throat.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better…” he said through chewing.

“That’s good, that’s good.” A beat passed. “Do you wanna talk about what’s been going on?”

Peter 3 hesitated, then nodded. Most of the time he would’ve refused but he knew with his older brother he wouldn’t get away with that. “Yeah..lemme finish this.” He took another bite of toast.

“Take your time.” Peter 2 nodded:

“You need to make more of this.”

Peter 2 snorted. “I will, don’t worry.”

Once finished and placing the plate on the floor, he inhaled slowly. “I’ve been off my game so much lately. I feel really…not good..when I’m out there. And today was just…” his face crinkled in frustration, “it sucked. Legit everything about it sucked and I’m…I’m having a hard time believing that this is what I’m supposed to do.”

“What do you think you’re supposed to do?”

“I dunno,” he chuckled sadly, “that’s the thing. Am I supposed to..to be just Peter Parker who does an internship at Oscorp with no real job or am I just Spider-Man…who can’t save anyone at this point?!”

“Well that isn’t true.” Peter 2 remarked.

He shook his head. “It’s like everyday I get a new reason to believe I don’t deserve to be Spider-Man.” Peter 3 laughed.

“What did you just say about yourself?” Peter 2 turned his head to the side.

“I said…I..I don’t deserve to be Spider-Man.” The tallest Peter shrugged, avoiding his brother’s gaze. He meant for the comment to be humorous but repeating it louder made him tear up. He didn’t wanna believe it about himself but he couldn’t help it.

“Oh no no no no no, we are not saying that about ourselves.” Peter 2’s big brother instincts kicked in. What happened next wasn’t what Peter 3 was expecting. A second later Peter 3 was in a cradling hug in Peter 2’s lap. “You deserve to be Spider-Man.”

“Oh..” Peter 3 froze. He had never been hugged like this before. It was a tad awkward since he was the taller of the two…but he couldn’t help but slowly curl up. For once he was being cared for. “This is n-nice..” The new sense of security opened the floodgates for him as he buried his face in his brother’s shirt.

“You’re okay, Pete. You’re Spider-Man for a reason…we all are. It’s the special thing about this job,” Peter 2 reassured with a few back rubs. “You’re an amazing Spider-Man.”

“Th-thank you..” choked out Peter 3.

“Of course. Even Spider-Man needs saved sometimes.” Remarked the oldest as Peter 3 took his time to cry. “Let it all out.”

The gentle silence and sounds of sobbing and kind words lasted a good ten minutes. Peter 2’s shirt was wet from Peter 3’s tears, but he didn’t mind.

“How are you holding up, bud?” He asked. Peter 3 slowly pulled away from his chest and swallowed. “That felt good.”

Peter 2 smiled softly. “Yeah, it helps to get it all out, huh?”

“Mhm..” Peter 3 wiped his face. He remained in Peter 2’s lap.

“You know…I had a point in my life where I quit being Spider-Man.”

Peter 3 blinked. “What?”

Peter 2 nodded. “Yeah. Spider-Man’s work was getting in the way of Peter Parker’s life and…it was a lot. Probably my rock bottom. For a small period I even lost my powers.”

“No. You’re lying.”

“I’m serious. It was so weird.”

“That’s..that’s crazy,” Peter 3 let out a small chuckle of surprise.

“I know, right?” Laughed Peter 2. He continued, “so…yeah I had that whole problem and for quite a bit, I quit putting on the mask. I thought I wasn’t meant to be Spider-Man. Everything was just going wrong for me. I nearly gave up.”

“But…I had a moment where I realized that people really do need me. No matter what, Spider-Man was and is gonna be a part of me. It goes for you too. People need and love you, Peter 3. It may be hard to see it, at times, but they’re out there. One of em’s here right now, because I need and love you.”

Peter 3’s lip began quivering again and he quickly wiped away incoming tears. He let out a laugh and buried his face in Peter 2’s chest again. “You’re good at the..the whole comforting positive vibes thing…you should do a TED talk or…or something.”

The oldest smiled hearing the quippy remark. “I dunno what that is, but I’ll think about it.” He gave the younger one a good few pats on the back. A small spark of mischief fluttered in his heart. “Can you…humor me with something?”

“Hm?”

“Just..hold on, just lie down.” Peter 2 gently turned  Peter 3 around in his lap, his back resting on his chest. “Yeah, like that.”

“Wh-whahat’re you doing?” Now Peter 3 was leaning back against Peter 2.

“I want you to say that you’re amazing.”

“You’re amazing.”

Peter 2 frowned at Peter 3’s smug grin. “No. You tell me that you are amazing!”

Peter 3 groaned. “No, that’s stupid.” He tried to sit up but the oldest gently pushed him back down, his hands resting on his shoulders. “It’s not stupid, it’s positive affirmation. Now say you’re amazing, because you are!”

“This is like the whole talk we had in the scaffolding all over again..”

“It is, and I’ll keep doing it,” Peter 2 wagged a finger. “Now say it, cause I’m not letting you go until you genuinely say that you’re amazing.”

Peter 3 groaned. “What if I just bit your hand?”

“That would be weird.”

“You’ve been cradling me for like 20 minutes. That’s not weird?”

“No, cause I know us Peters love physical affection like that!” Peter 2 answered.

Peter 3 pursed his lips. “Okay, you got me there.”

Peter 2 sighed, his hands resting on Peter 3’s stomach. “That’s it. No more stalling.”

Peter 3’s tingle didn’t need to go off for him to grab at his older brother’s wrists with a nervous smile. “W-wait what’re you doing?”

“Say you’re amazing.”

“Gehet your hands off!”

“Why? Is this making you nervous?” Peter 2’s resting fingers curled into claws. That small movement got Peter 3 to burst into nervous giggling.

“Yehehehes!”

“Don’t be!” Peter 2 chirped, his fingers gently wiggling at Peter 3’s tummy. The younger Peter bucked his hips in an attempt to get away, but his position kept him trapped. “NAHAHoho no no not thiHIHIS!!”

“There we go!” Exclaimed Peter 2. “All it takes is some tummy tickles, huh? To get you all smiley n cute?”

Peter 3’s smile kept plastered on his face and his hands continued yanking at Peter 2’s wrists. His legs curled inward but that didn’t do too much. It only made him look cuter. He didn’t think Peter 2 would stoop down to tickling the crap outta him over something like this. Three minutes ago he was crying like a baby and now he’s giggling like a little kid. What a turn of events.

Each of Peter 2’s fingers were gently poking and prodding around, which tickled a ton more than he expected. “PleheheheeEEEASE NOHO MORE!!”

“Say you’re amazing and I’ll stop!”

“Thihihis is sohOHO DUMB-AAAANONONO!!” Peter 3 squealed. Peter 2 had snuck a hand under his shirt and begun scratching at his lower ribs. He arched his back, pushing against Peter 2’s chest. “STAHAHAP!!”

“You know what you gotta say to make me stop.”

“YOHOURE A JERK!”

“No, I’m Spider-Man, and you’re Spider-Man! And we. Are. Both. Amazing!” He punctuated each word with a pinch on each rib going upwards.

“GEHET OFF OF MYHY RIBS!!” He hiccuped.

“I will once someone says something I told them to say.”

Yeah, Peter 2 wasn’t gonna let this go. At this point Peter 3 could easily just admit it but…did he want this to stop? Did he want to stop laughing? Peter 2 was right about the physical affection thing: Peter Parkers from all dimensions crave it. Do they all like being tickled though? Wait…does Peter 3 like being tickled?! No, that’s silly. Who likes being tickled?!

…Peter Parker, that’s who.

“N-NEHEVERRRR!!”

“Say it! Say it! Say it!” Peter 2 kept repeating, both hands of his under his shirt giving rib jabs to emphasize the point. Peter 3 squeaked at each one, except for when he felt a zap to one of his middle-bottom ribs. He squawked at that one.

Peter 2 had to stop and gave a curious glance at Peter 3’s torso. “What was that?” He gave a pinch to the same rib. Peter 3 jerked to one side.

“EEP-! Wahait wait wait nO!”

“Oooohhohohoh did I find a sweet spot?!” Peter 2 drilled a thumb into this brand new area.

“PFFAAA-!” Peter 3 was cackling, his arms no longer fighting back but weakly hugging one of Peter 2’s arms. “NOHO! NOOOO PLEASE!!”

“Say you’re amazing!” The oldest brother singsonged. The fact that he said it like that got Peter 3’s face to flush in an instant.

“NOHO!”

“Say ittttt!!” He kept doing the singsong thing.

“STAHAP DOING THAT!”

“Just say you’re amazing, cause you aaaare!” Peter 2’s fingers turned into claws, vibrating at his younger brother’s very ticklish rib. Peter 3’s cackles got hiccupy and more squeaky.

“OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY-!” He choked out. “IHIHI’M AMAZING!!”

Peter 2 stopped. “You mean it?” He took his hand out from under Peter 3’s shirt.

“M-mhm-“

The older brother hovered five wiggling fingers over his face. “Say it again!”

“IHI’m amazing..I’m amazing!! I-I mean it!” Peter 3 hid his face in Peter 2’s chest, now a pile of giggly goo. “Ihihihi promise!!”

Peter 2 slowly lowered the claw, his tickle attack finished. “Good. Cause you are amazing.” Watching his younger brother recover and rest in his arms made him sigh happily. He gave a warm smile.

“I-Ihi am..” Peter 3 admitted. That one was genuine, and letting those words sink in helped him slow his breathing down. “Yeah…I’m amazing.”

“How are you feeling?” Peter 2 gently ruffled his hair. “Other than probably wanting to kill me?”

“Nah nah..I-Ihi don’t wanna kill you…” Peter 3 panted, “that was just..wow. You’re good at the..the..”

“Being a tickle monster?” Peter 2 finished with an amused grin.

“Yeah…wait don’t call yourself thahat.” Peter 3 covered his face in his hands. “That’s stupid.”

“Well too bad. I’m no longer Peter 2, I’m the tickle monster,” he chuckled, “just wait till I get Peter 1 whenever he gets all grumpy.”

“Oh no you’d kill him!” Peter 3 laughed. “Spare the boy, please!”

Both Peters laughed for a moment. Peter 3 sighed, then swallowed, letting the humor in the air dissipate a little. “Yeah..that was uh…I dunno that was kinda fun.”

“Fun? You getting tickled?” The oldest asked, trying to act surprised. He knew his brothers well enough to know when they were enjoying themselves.

Peter 3 half-shrugged, blushing. “…yeah.”

Peter 2 couldn’t help but smirk. “You just gave me a free pass to tickle you whenever now. I hope you know that.” He ruffled his hair a little more and let him out of the cuddle they were in.

Peter 3 groaned as he stretched, “yeahhh..whatever. I’m amazing.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He patted the younger one’s back. “You wanna sleep?”

Peter 3 blinked and took a glance at his alarm clock. About 12 AM. He could feel sleep’s hand tugging at his shirt now that all the adrenaline was fading. Peter 3 nodded and flopped back on his bed.

“Okay you’re not snoozing without the covers. C’mon, get a move on.” Peter 2 gently poked his side. He didn’t need anymore of a prompt to hop out of bed and pull the covers down. “AahhHH okay okay!!”

Now tucked in, Peter 3 curled up on his side. “You can stay here if you wanna.” Peter 2 was fiddling with his portal device, prepared to depart. He turned around. “Hm?”

“You can..you can stay. It could be like a sleepover or somethin, I dunno.” Peter 3 shrugged.

“Well…” Peter 2 thought for a second, “yeah. Yeah I’ll stay, bud.” He pursed his lips. “I might need to uh…get pajamas though. Could you give me like 10 minutes?”

“Yeah that works.” Peter 3 gave a thumbs up from under the covers.

Peter 2 turned his attention to the portal device, and a few seconds later a ring of orange fired upon the wall into Peter 2’s living room. “I’ll be back,” he said.

And so, the oldest Peter hurried through his home, up the stairs, into his room. Tiptoeing past the bed where MJ was sleeping, he grabbed some flannel pants and an old t-shirt.

Peter 2 stepped back through the portal. “And I’m ba-!” He cut himself off, the ring of sparks dissipating behind him. Peter 3 was sound asleep, in his blanket cocoon breathing steadily.

Peter 2’s heart swelled at the sight. He changed into his pajamas in the bathroom and returned, now hovering beside the bed. He placed a hand on the younger one’s head and whispered, “sleep tight.”

Not wanting to wake him, Peter 2 took a pillow and set it on the floor beside Peter 3’s bed. He had brought a blanket from his home to wrap himself up in.

Peter 2 finished folding a t-shirt and neatly placed it on Peter 1’s bed. The surprise visit was something the youngest didn’t expect, but very much appreciated since he was still adjusting to his…not-so-pretty living situation. With dishes and spider-suits being dirty half of the time, it was nice to have fresh and clean clothes for the week thanks to his oldest brother.

“You know, you don’t have to do this, dude,” Peter 1 sheepishly mumbled, sitting on the end of the bed as he separated shirts from shorts.

“I don’t have to, I want to,” the oldest replied, finishing another shirt. “Plus I like doing these visits, you know? It’s like a vacation, except this time I’m excited to see my family.” Peter 1 chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m kidding, I love my aunt.”

There was a period of silence after Peter 2 finished his words. He bit his lip.

“How are you holding up, anyway? I forgot to ask earlier.” Peter 2 stopped folding, scooting on the bed to be beside the youngest.

The first Peter swallowed. It had been about three days since their last trio meetup, one that ended with him getting tickled to pieces. What jerks. Well…they were loving jerks. He needed it in all honesty, with all the crap going on.

“I’m…I mean I’m hanging in there. It’s up and down.” Peter 1 muttered, playing with a loose string on one of his clean t-shirts. “Things still feel fresh.”

Peter 2 nodded. “Grief’ll do that. I understand, bud. Make sure you let yourself feel it. Don’t try to keep it all locked up inside. Trust me, it isn’t healthy.” He placed a hand on the youngest’s shoulder, his soft eyes meeting the doe eyes of Peter 1. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

Peter 1 nodded with a soft smile. Peter 2’s presence was comforting. It made him wanna spill his heart out about everything that’s been going on in his head. Of course, he didn’t. He instead opened his arms for a hug, receiving a bear sized one and practically being pulled into his older brother’s lap.

“Theeere we go. Brother hug!” Peter 2 patted the kid’s back. They held the hug for a few moments, their minds at ease and their stresses melting away. “I love you, buddy.”

The youngest Peter hummed, “love you too, Peter 2.” He chuckled for a moment. “Heheh, it’s different without the other.”

Peter 2’s eyes widened and broke the hug. Oh shit. “Where’s Peter 3?”

“What do you mean ‘where?’ Were you both planning to come?”

“Yeah! What the hell…he was supposed to be here 30 minutes ago.” Peter 2 took his phone out to call him.

This wasn’t like Peter 3, to miss out on hanging with the Peters. If anything, Peter 3 would’ve portaled here before him. He loved being with Peter 1. Something was up.

Suddenly, Peter 2’s connected the dots. “Ohhhhh.”

“What?”

“I know why he’s not here.” Peter 2’s smile grew, resting his head in one hand.

“And?”

“He’s scared I’m gonna tickle him,” the oldest answered, amused. “Like I did to you, remember?”

“How could I forge-!” Peter 1’s tingle activated. He dodged Peter 2’s attempt at a side poke. “No!”

“Aw…worth a try,” Peter 2 chuckled. “I’m still curious about that difference thing. How different can we all be physically?”

He felt his old “science wiz” self come to life as he thought about it more. Could Peter 3 be more ticklish than Peter 1? Or less? Or maybe he had different tickle spots? He didn’t know why, but he just had to figure out the answer.

Peter 1 had been waving a hand in front of his face. The oldest blinked out of his focus. “Oh-sorry.” He shook his head. Raising his head slowly, his eyes lit up just like the lightbulb in his brain.

Peter 2 turned to the youngest. “You wanna help me get him?”

“Get him? Get Peter 3?”

“Yeah! He tickled you to bits too! And he didn’t show up today? That’s worth a good punishment in my opinion.” Peter 2 sat up with a groan (his back was still a problem apparently) and strolled over to face one of Peter 1’s walls.

“Okay um, what do I gotta do?” Peter 1 asked as the oldest took a strange device out of his pocket.

“All you need to do…” Peter 2 trailed off as he clicked buttons, “…is get Peter 3 out of his apartment and in here. He must be camping out there.” Well duh, Peter 2. He lives there.

“Why me?”

“He won’t come if I’m calling out to him. He’s too scared of the big brother tickle monster.”

“Is that what you’re gonna call yourself?” Peter 1 asked, blushing ever-so-slightly.

“It’s a working title,” the oldest glanced back with a smile.

Once done clicking buttons and flipping the appropriate switches, Peter 2 looked ahead expectantly. He frowned, going back down to click some more buttons.

“Dammit Otto, why’s it gotta take so long to…”

A spark-filled orange ring bursted to life in front of them, startling the Peters. “Okay there we go!”

The portal practically resembled one of Dr. Strange’s portals. However, it had a different vibe, the color being more red and the overall circle being rigid shaped. The sparks calmed down after a moment. A different room, Peter 3’s apartment, was visible through the warm glowing circle now.

Peter 2 stepped out of the way and gestured towards the new entrance. Peter 1 blinked and then remembered. “Oh yeah!” He cautiously walked near the portal and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“Peter 3!?!”

He waited for a response: nothing.

“It’s Peter 1!”

Still no response. The youngest glanced to Peter 2 for permission to walk in the portal. He received a nod.

Peter 1 stepped into Peter 3’s apartment and onto the much nicer carpet compared to his. As he began gently walking, he could feel himself instinctually get low to the ground in a battle stance.

His body got the strangest sense of deja vu. It felt like he was on a mission, the ones he had on the Avengers, where he’d be breaking into a lair to lure a villain. Yet again this was nothing compared to saving the world.

“Lil Pete?”

A hushed voice came from behind the couch that lied ahead of him. The youngest tip-toed closer. “Hey, yeah, it’s Peter 1!”

“Is Peter 2 there?”

“No, why?” Peter 1 kneeled on the couch cushions and peered over the back of it. Behind the couch was a crouched down Peter 3. He looked like a pretzel with the way he was hiding, looking up with relieved brown eyes.

“Oh thank god. I was worried he was gonna get me.”

“Pfft, no, you’re fine! Why would he get you?” Peter 1 felt odd lying to his brother. It would be worth it though.

“He’s still on the difference thing I think.” Peter 2 answered, attempting to shrug but his shoulders hardly moved.

“You uh…wanna get out of there? Coast is clear.”

Peter 3 bit his lip and then sighed. “I’m trusting you, buddy. I trust you.”

Peter 3 slowly uncurled himself and stood up, stretching mid-stand. “So what’re you doing here anyways?”

“I wanted to visit you.” Peter 1 felt his tingle go off and looked behind. It was only Peter 2 sneaking into the apartment. He must’ve closed the portal too. The youngest held his breath and turned his head back. Peter 3 didn’t notice, right?

“You missed me that much? I feel honored!” The middle brother half-joked, hoisting himself over the couch to plop down on it. He opened his arms. “Now c’mere!”

Peter 1 took another short glance behind him, but his tickle monster of an older brother was gone. Even he was nervous and he wasn’t the one that was gonna get attacked.

“Lil Pete?” Peter 3 caught the kid’s attention again, his hands making grabby motions.

“What?”

“Hug! Gimme hug!!”

The youngest Peter smiled and took a step closer.

“Oh you’ll get more than that.”

Peter 2’s voice came from above, and a second later, he jumped down from the ceiling onto the couch with a “whomp.”

“HOLY FUCK-!”

“Whoaaa! Not in front of the little one!” Peter 2 scolded. The third Peter scrambled to his feet and bolted towards the other side of the room. But Peter 2 shot a line of web that stuck to Peter 3’s shirt. Pulled taught, the web yanked Peter 3 back, him falling to the ground. “Ow!!”

Not a moment later, Peter 2 was standing over his knocked down captive. “Now where were you going, Pete?”

“Waitwaitwait plehehease!! N-noho tickles!! Don’t tickle me!”

“Oh, so you know what I’m gonna do?” The oldest asked, picking up the flailing Peter 3 and carrying him bridal style to the couch. “Make way, Lil spidey.”

Peter 3 gasped as he was playfully thrown on the cushions. “PETER 1 YOU SET ME UP!”

“You didn’t show up to visit me!”

“Yeah, not cool.” Chimed in Peter 2.

“CAUSE PETER 2 WAS GONNA GET ME!”

“And look where that got you.” Peter 2’s smirk was in full display.

“SHUSH!” Peter 3 held a finger at the oldest who was hovering over him. “You shush. No more talking.”

“You, sir…” Peter 2 straddled his hips and wagged his finger, “…have no right to tell me what to do. Peter 1?”

“Hm?”

“Could you be a good little brother and hold up Peter 3’s arms?”

“NO DONT LISTEN TO HIM! Yohou’re better than this!!”

Peter 1 barked out a laugh. “You helped him tickle me!! I’m allowed to help too!” And so he crawled to the end of the couch above Peter 3’s head. However the captive’s strength was hard to match. “Oh come on, Peter 3, just let it happen!”

“No! Never!” Peter 3 shook his head. “Not happening!”

One of Peter 2’s hands snuck under his shirt, his fingernails scratching at Peter 3’s stomach. The middle brother faltered in strength for a moment, but a moment was enough for Peter 1 to pin his arms above his head. “DAMMIT!”

“Now…” Peter 2 wiggled his fingers, “today we test Peter 3’s ticklishness and compare it to Peter 1’s. This of course is for science.” Peter 3 locked his eyes on the evil hands above his torso, giggling like an idiot. “Nononohohonono!”

“Time to test spot number one…sides!” The teasy hands made their attack, vibrating their fingers on both sides of Peter 3. He bucked his hips, biting his lip and shaking his head. “Mm-mm!”

“Hey, he’s holding it in! That’s cheating!” Pointed out Peter 1.

“We can’t have results be inaccurate for this, Peter 3. You better laugh soon.” Peter 2 cooed. “Or we’ll just tickle you all day.”

It was getting more tough to hold in the bubbling giggles building up in his chest. He nearly broke as the tickles switched from vibrations to light scratches. It was always the light tickles that got him bad. Peter 3 jerked to one side.

“Oohhhh okay. I think this method is more effective! Take a note, Peter 1.” The light tickling fingers targeted closer to his ribs, the middle Peter shaking from his contained laughter. “You’re gonna have to laugh eventually, Pete.”

Peter 1’s entertained smile made Peter 3 blush and close his eyes. “N-no!”

Peter 2 stopped for a second, making the trapped Peter open his one eye, confused. But what he didn’t expect was the claws of Peter 2 to dig into his upper ribs. He broke.

“PFFFAHAHA-!” He squealed, bucking harder. “NOHO!”

“There we go!” Peter 2 exclaimed. “Looks like ribs are a bad spot for you and Peter 1, huh?”

“YOHOHOU AHAHASSHOLE!!”

Peter 2’s fingers gently tickled a few of the spaces in between the ribs, getting a squeak from Peter 3. “Is someone ticklish?”

“Y-YOHOu suhuhuck!!”

“We suck?”

“Y-YeheAH you suhuck at ticklihihING!”

Peter 2 quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, buddy? You want me to tickle elsewhere?”

“YEHE-wait NO!”

“He said yes!!” Peter 1 pointed down.

“I heard a yes!”

“NOOO!!”

Peter 2 cracked his knuckles. “Let’s try…” his thumbs drilled into Peter 3’s hipbones gently, “…here!”

One of Peter 3’s legs kicked out with a squeaky giggle. The volume of his laughter was turned down like it was coming from a TV. Peter 2 frowned. “Not as ticklish as I thought.” He tried drilling a little harder, and got a loud squeaky cackle. “Whoa! The heck was that?!”

“EEHEHAHA!” Peter 3 squirmed side to side but to no avail.

“He sounds like a squeaky toy!” Peter 1 added, which reddened Peter 3’s face.

The youngest readjusting his hold on Peter 3 by sitting on his hands. “My underarms are the worst, you wanna try that next?”

“Mmmm not yet. Let’s make it the grand finale,” the oldest sneered. “Okay, so we got hips and sides…”

“Ribs too!”

“Yes! Ribs were the same ticklishness,” Peter 2 nodded. “Now where else…” he paused the torment, hovering his claws now. Peter 3 groaned. “Stohop the hand thinggg…”

Peter 1 snapped his fingers suddenly. “The belly!”

“Good thinking!” Peter 2’s hands met in the middle and dove down.

“NOHOOO-EEEEP-!” Peter 3 screamed and yanked at his stuck arms. He nearly broke Peter 1’s hold, startling the kid. The two brothers exchanged surprised and amused smiles, now laughing with the middle brother. “Whohoa!!”

“This is new,” Peter 2 gestured to Peter 1, “you aren’t that bad on your tummy!”

“Definitely not this bad!”

The oldest lifted Peter 3’s shirt up, gently dancing his fingers away. Peter 3 got goosebumps. “PFFHAHA GEHET OUTTA THEHERE!!”

“We actually did it, Peter 1, we found a difference!”

“We made a breakthrough!” Peter 1 raised an open hand and got a high five from the oldest. “Yeah! Science!”

“STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!”

“In due time, Pete.”

The energy between all three of the Peters at this moment was filled with warmth. Of course Peter 3 was busy squirming, but even he had oodles of ticklish happiness fluttering in his heart. It was crazy how silly things like tickling somehow brought them all together best.

“Are we gonna kill him..?” Peter 1 mumbled. Peter 3’s laughter was turning more wheezy, and his wriggling got less powerful. Peter 2 halted his tickle attack.

“Nahhh, we’re okay. Tests are nearly done! We just need to test one more spot out, one that’ll really give us an answer on the difference thing…” Peter 2 trailed off, locking eyes with the panting Peter 3.

“No..noho more..” Whined the middle brother.

“I’ll make it quick and painless, I promise.”

“You’re gohonna kill me!!”

Peter 1 and 2 exchanged glances. The oldest smirked. “Actually…would you like to do it, Lil Spidey?”

“Me?”

“I let him get your death spot,” he raised his eyebrows, “feels only fair that you do the same.”

Peter 3 leaned his head back to face the kid. “Pete! Pete hey let’s not do that, okay?! Ihihi could die!”

“You..could die?” Peter 1 squinted.

“Y-yehe…” Peter 3 sighed, “…okay I’m no-nohot..escaping. I give.” The third Peter then let himself lay limp, his head resting on the couch cushion. “Just do it.” He braced himself for impact with a grimace.

“Godspeed, Peter 3.”

His fingers made contact with the hollows of his underarms, scratching quickly. Peter 1 giggled when Peter 3 broke into a new laugh that sounded like a monkey almost. “What the hell is with your laugh?!”

The oldest was chuckling too, clapping. “That’s sohoho funny!!”

“HOHOLY SHIHIT STAHAP!”

“Definitely a death spot here too!”

“Underarms are the killer,” Peter 2 concluded. “That’s no difference.” He decided to join in on the fun and resumed the belly tickling so Peter 3 was effectively in stitches.

The two brothers only tickled for a minute longer until feeling bad. Peter 3 was looking exhausted and as funny as his laugh was, he was at his limit. The sight of Peter 3 tearing up out of laughing made the youngest stop immediately. “Okay I’m done!”

Peter 2 glanced up at Peter 3, indicating him to stop as well. “Oh no, we tickled him to tears!”

Peter 3 had no energy to move. He let the residual giggling fade slowly as his chest heaved. That had to be the worst tickling he’s ever gotten.

“Peter 3? You still with us?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Oh man did we go to far?” Peter 1 asked.

“Nahah…I..I could take more..”

The youngest squinted. “Do you want us to-?”

“No! Noho..” Peter 3 held up his now freed arms weakly. They flopped down to rest on his chest. Peter 1 bit his lip in amusement.

“Well, another successful experiment done,” the oldest clapped his hands, “thank you Peter 3 for contributing to multiverse science. With your help, we have concluded that variants can have the same tickle spots but there’s little differences too, like your tummy.” He gave a small poke to said spot.

Peter 3 smiled nervously. “You’re…Yohou’re welcome..” he was helped up by the two brothers and was in the middle of a nice hug. “God you’re evil…”

“Me? Or…?”

“No, Peter 2. I dunno where that..that evil side of you comes from but it’s scary.”

“You mean when I tickle you?”

“Yeah..”

“I think someone’s just easily flustered by teases, you know?”

Peter 3 groaned as Peter 2 patted his back.

“Wait…” Peter 1 frowned and furrowed his brows, “…we aren’t done!”

“Hm?” The oldest raised his head.

The youngest pointed at him. “What about you?”

Peter 2 looked away for a moment before smirking. “We got all the data we need.”

“No hey no! Not fair!” Peter 3’s energy was back. “I didn’t get tickled to death just to have you get away with it!”

“Me neither!” Peter 1 chimed in.

“Can we..hold on can we just take a break before then next tickle fight?” Peter 2’s confident facade was fading.

“No no no we’re doing this now! Lil Spidey, we’re doing this.” Peter 3 gestured to the youngest.

Peter 2 stood up, adrenaline rushing at a high. He smiled, even though it was a nervous one. “Only if you can catch me.” He sprinted to the apartment window and opened it.

“SHIT THERE HE GOES!!” Peter 3 yelled, scrambling out of his couch. “Shoot! Web shooters!! Peter 1 hold on!!” The middle brother bolted to his room to grab them.

“Hurry!!” Peter 1 cried, prepping his own web shooters on his wrists.

“Go get a head start!” Called out the middle brother. Peter 1 smirked and nodded, making his way to the open window and climbing out.

🎶Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree🎶

🎵Have a happy holiday🎵

🎶Everyone dancing merrily🎶

🎵In the new old-fashioned way…🎵

The ‘Top Christmas Hits’ TV channel played softly in the background while our three favourite heroes sat on the couch of Peter2’s apartment, each of them with a hot chocolate in their hands while they chatted away.

“So, what’s your guys’s favourite Christmas song?” Peter1 asked, taking another sip of his warm drink.

“Oh, definitely Last Christmas, it’s a classic.” Peter2 answered with a definite nod.

“No way! It is pretty good, but to me Micheal Bublé’s songs just can’t be beat.” One argued with a smile.

“Uh, hello? Mariah Carey, the Queen of Christmas??” The middle Spider-Man protested as if it was the only possible answer. “Who is this Micheal guy anyway?”

“You don’t have Micheal Bublé in your universe??” The youngest’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Don’t think so, but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of him when going to your dimension. Doesn’t he just do covers of Christmas songs that already exist?” Three smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“That is beside the point! He’s got a good voice, and I’m pretty sure if you listened to him, you’d like it!”

“Guys, come on. No arguing during Christmas.” The oldest scolded playfully. The two heroes chuckled in response.

‘We interrupt your regular commercial break with a breaking report on the weather.’

The three brothers brought their attention to the TV to check what was happening.

‘Due to recent reports of heavy snowfall, it is advised that people stay out of the cold and in home, keeping warm and to avoid danger driving on slippery roads.’

“Geez! What’s it like out there?” Two asked before One hopped up from the couch. He pulled the curtains open for the three heroes to be greeted with a literal Winter Wonderland.

Almost no inch of ground was left uncovered with white snow besides the icy roads that had been ploughed through, and it looked pretty beautiful. All the colourful lights and decorations just seemed to be the cherry on top to the sight.

“Woah!” Two exclaimed. The three brother’s eyes were sparkling with amazement. Three span on his heels, instantly heading to his things.

“I’ve gotta swing around out there, I don’t even care.”

“Count us in!” The two boys announced in excitement, also rushing to grab their suits.

“You guys got any jackets or scarves or anything? I know how sneeze-prone you get when not warmed up properly in the cold, Three.” The oldest stated, wanting to make sure everyone stayed warm outside.

“Uhh, yeah. I’ve got a jacket and a scarf. How about you, One?”

“I’m covered, brought them just in case we did end up going outside.” The youngest replied with a smile.

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A few minutes later, all three Spider-Men were suited up, wearing their own jackets and scarves. One was a bit skeptical about wearing scarves while swinging around in case it came off, but the older two shrugged it off.

“Alright, you guys ready?” Two grinned, putting on his mask.

The two brothers nodded, also pulling their masks on over their faces. The oldest then pushed open a window to outside the apartment, each of them crawling out and resting on the side of the building.

Once Peter Two had stuck to the side of the building and shut the window, he gave the two a nod.

The younger brothers lit up before launching themselves off the side of the building, Two following behind with a chuckle as they both let out a series of joyful whoops.

And just like that the three were off, swinging past the many buildings in Queens, doing all sorts of flips and tricks.

They also passed a few snow plough drivers who watched them in astonishment. The three called out a few wished as they waved and swung past at speed.

“Happy Holidays, gents!”

“Merry Christmas!”

“And a Happy New Year!”

Peter One laughed happily at the exhilaration of swinging added by the excitement of the snow and decorations.

He was surprised how much warmer he felt with the coat and scarf. Though he did miss his suit warmer. The one that… Mr. Stark added to his old suit.

The youngest let out a small but mournful sigh, before he was snapped out by his train of thought. A clump of snow had hit him in the side.

He looked up, noticing Peter Three letting out a mischievous giggle as he swung ahead of him. One’s frown had instantly turned upwards.

“Oh, it’s on!”

He thwipped out a long web, using it to swing while lowering himself. He barely grazed the pavement as he scooped up a pile of snow from the ground, using both his hands to shape it into a ball when he briefly let go of his web.

He then shot another web out, using it to catch up to his older brother. Once he was close enough, he threw it, getting a perfect hit on the side of Three’s head.

“Haha! Gotcha!”

If One could see behind Three’s mask, he would’ve seen a face of shock, and a jaw dropped incredibly low.

“Oh, now you’ve done it!”

The youngest yelped as he shot a web in the other direction, heading back towards the oldest.

“Two! Help, he’s after me!” One giggled, swinging aside his brother. Two shook his head followed by an amused chuckle, also shooting a web the other way to stay beside him.

“Already?”

One shrugged, giggling again while the two swung round a corner and down another icy road closed in either side by buildings. Two then smirked behind his mask, holding up a snowball, fairly bigger than the two the younger heroes had made.

“Don’t worry, I came prepared.”

Three was catching up to the other two, laughing like an evil villain.

“Don’t think you can swing away that easy, One!”

However, his eyes widened when he saw Peter Two’s ‘weapon’.

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair!” He whined, yet still trying to catch up to his brothers.

“Yes it is! Throw a snowball at One and you’re getting snowballed right back!” Two declared playfully!

“Yeah, what he said!” One replied with another giggle.

However, the middle Spider-Man cocked his head to the side. One didn’t even need to see the cheeky smile behind his mask to know he was in trouble.

“Fine, but I guess that means I can do this!”

Three then swiftly swung ahead of the two, resting on the side of a building before diving for One as they swung past. Obviously, this all happened so fast One barely had enough time to go swing the other way, so Peter Three had caught him before he knew it.

“GAH-! No no no Three lemme go!!” One protested, unable to get out of the one arm wrapped tightly around his midsection.

“Nope! You’re comin’ with me!” Three announced, shooting a web upwards. He then yanked on the web, sending him and One flying upwards before landing on top of one of the buildings. The roof was covered in snow, so they had a soft landing.

The two ended up bursting into uncontrollable giggling over how they landed, but it wasn’t long until One’s giggles turned nervous as his waist was straddled by his older brother. Peter One yelped nervously as his sense went off at the sight of two hands hovering above his torso.

“Threhehee, come on! You started the snowball throwing!” The youngest’s whining may have been considered truly annoyed if he hadn’t had giggles interrupting it.

Eventually, Two also made his way up there, landing beside the two.

“Two, hehelp me!” One giggled, squirming underneath his older brother.

“Hmmm, I dunno, One. No one ever said tickles weren’t in the snowball fighting rulebook.” Two replied, wearing a shit-eating grin behind his mask as he dropped his snowball.

“What?? That’s not fahAIR-!” One was cut off by two claws sneaking under his jacket and squeezing at his sides.

“You heard the man, Petey! Tickles it is!~” Three sang, scribbling at his brother’s torso.

“Threhehee!! Quit ihit!” One swatted at his brother’s hands that were shoved under his jacket, but it did nothing to deter him. The youngest then let out a small shriek as his ribs were attacked.

“THREE-!”

“Haha! Gitchy goo, lil bro!~” The middle hero sang, gently scratching at the lower area of One’s ribs.

“TWOHoho, sahAHAHAVE ME-!” One squealed, covering his already masked face with his hands.

The oldest chuckled, shaking his head again as he walked behind the two, wrapping his arms around Peter Three’s midsection before lifting him off the youngest.

“Fiiiine, but you owe me a hot chocolate when we get back!” Two stated, pointing at his younger brother, who was currently recovering from the attack.

“Two, come on!! This is so not fair!” Three complained, squirming in his older brother’s arms.

“Alright, fine…” One huffed, catching his breath as he sat up. Three let out a fake offended gasp as his protests fell on deaf ears.

“You’ve just got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you??” Three claimed, now it being his turn to point. One giggled, cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah.~”

“I mean, how couldn’t he? Adorable as he looked, he’s my baby bro and I gotta help him.~” Two teased, sitting down while holding a squirmy Peter Three in his lap.

One’s face flushed behind his mask as he crossed his arms, glad he could smile behind his mask.

“Whatever…”

“Two, come on!! If you let me go, I’ll let you choose the Christmas movie tonight.” Three bargained, tilting his head down slightly as if giving puppy eyes.

“Hmm, tempting… But sorry, bro. Gonna have to turn it down.” Two dismissed, gifting Three a small poke to the belly, in which he earned a yelp.

“Also, why isn’t your jacket zipped up?? I told you, you’re gonna get cold!~” The oldest scolded playfully, starting to spider his fingers over Three’s stomach. Sure, he had his suit on, but it did little to nothing to protect him.

If anything, it made it tickle more (for some reason).

“Twoho, noooo! Nohot the belly!”

“Yeees, the belly! Ah tkltkltkl!~” Peter Two goaded as he sped up his tickles, Three squealing in response.

“EEHEHE DONT DOHO THAHAHAT!!”

“Don’t what? You don’t want me to… tkltkltkltkl ya?~” The oldest slowed down his tickles before speeding them right back up again.

“EEE-! QUIHIT IT!” Three laughed, but didn’t even try pushing his brother’s hands away.

“Come on, Three! It’s not that bad! If you weren’t wearing your suit, you may have been getting raspberried to deheath by now!” One mentioned, watching his older brothers with sparkling eyes as he giggled.

“Huh, I better remember that for when we get home.~ In the meantime, I can still do this…” Two then began nuzzling his masked face into his brother’s tummy, One giggling again as the middle hero shrieked.

“NAHAHA YOU GUYS ARE SAHAHO MEANNN!” Three let out a whining squeal as he to cackle uncontrollably.

Peter Two couldn’t hold in his laughter himself as he stopped his tickles, getting up from the snowy ground.

“Maybe, but you love us, really.~” Two stated, holding out a hand for the middle brother. Three playfully glared at his older brother and let out a small but joking groan, taking his brother’s hand and pulling himself up.

“I guess I can’t deny that…” Three sighed, grinning behind his mask with his hands on his hips as he slightly caught his breath.

“Now, time for some more swinging.” One announced, flipping off the building.

“Wait for us!” The two called, whooping and laughing as they too leaped off the building.

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The three heroes ended up swinging around for quite a while, before taking to sliding across the icy roads as if they were ice skating. It was so much fun, and they did all sorts of tricks.

Eventually, Three attempted to do a spin which resulted in him slipping and landing on his back, thankfully unharmed, and the three laughed their butts off.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before the temperature started to drop pretty low outside, so they all reluctantly began swinging back to Two’s apartment.

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“Ahh, so nice to be back inside and dressed up all warm.” Three sighed contentedly as he flopped down onto the couch.

“Sure is.” Two replied with a smile, sitting down next to his brother.

“Now lets get this movie started!” One declared happily, strolling into the living room with a cosy sweater on.

“Ah ah Ah! Don’t think I forgot about that promise, little buddy!”

“Ugh, okayyyy.” One groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “You want a hot chocolate too, Three?”

“If you don’t mind, bro.” Three smiled sweetly at his brother. One sighed with a smile as he went to the kitchen.

“Oh, and Three?” Two asked.

“Hm?” Three responded, turning his head to face him.

“Don’t think I forgot about those raspberries either.~”

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