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This fanfic is originally authored by me here in Brazil. I am translating it with the help of an incredible artificial intelligence.

I hope you enjoy it. Happy reading to everyone.

By: BloodDemon.

https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/mudanca-infinita-14886790

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Fall...

Was this the feeling of death?

The pain in his body... was dying really the end?

These colorful lights, like the videos of Thor appearing in the middle of the city?

The wind blowing in my eyes, making them tear up and close?

Roar?

Sirens?

- “WAIT A MINUTE!?” - The entity in the mechanical colored suit thought, opening his eyes abruptly and seeing he was falling from a tall building. - “Roar?” - He finished, pointing his arms towards the building and stopping his fall, climbing back up in the direction where the danger lurked.

- So, in the end, you had an ace up your sleeve. - It was a giant lizard that interrupted Spider-Man's climb in his advanced suit. - It's useless, Spider-boy, do you really think changing your suit will give you a victory? - It finished before taking a web strike right in the face.

- What the heck are you!? - Peter shouted, dodging a thick tail that would have surely broken a few bones if it hit.

Thus, propelling himself to the top of the building and initiating a frenetic exchange of blows with the bizarre giant lizard.

With disconnected thoughts about what had brought him here and fragmented memories of things he firmly believed he never did, he was caught off guard when he rounded a metallic part of the tower, but had to dodge when he felt something internal alert him with everything slowing down, seeing a large drum approaching to collide with him, which he easily dodged thanks to the strange enhanced senses giving him this advantage very different from the usual tingle he felt.

- Not today! - Peter announced jokingly, but then fell towards the solid part of the tower when the drum aimed at him exploded in what seemed like dry ice, but which had nothing of the sort when the tower's structure started to freeze rapidly.

Looking to the side where he saw the same icy aspect that would hit him, Spider-Man read: Liquid Nitrogen.

Panting heavily when the lizard stepped on his chest, giving the sensation of being run over by a truck, he was lifted by the lizard's tail wrapped tightly around his neck and the enemy's claws holding his wrists with his web shooters being destroyed.

The ugly creature, smiling in victory upon noticing the hero's new suit reverting to its previous state, promptly pulled off Spider-Man's mask, revealing the wounded and bloody face of the teenager.

- Poor Peter Parker! - The reptilian monster stated sarcastically.

- No mother. - It said, with Peter closing his face in anger.

- No father. - It said this time, with Peter feeling something powerful dominating his being.

- No uncle. - The monster continued, but this time Peter felt a second presence, powerful and oppressive, that he had only felt when wielding "that."

- Alone! - The lizard finally stated, but then heard the sound of a weapon being readied and a familiar voice becoming present.

- He is not alone. - It was a police officer who aimed the weapon and fired, but not at the enemy, but at a central box of broken elastic pipes with liquid nitrogen spilling out.

Peter, who didn't waste any time, grabbed a pipe that flew towards him and aimed it at the enemy lizard's face, freezing it.

Peter, who rolled out of the enemy's grip, continued aiming at it, especially at the tail that froze and was destroyed by a shot from the police officer.

The same process occurred with the lizard's hand, and Peter heard:

- Detonation in T-minus forty-five seconds. - It was a woman's voice, and Peter didn't waste time throwing the liquid nitrogen pipe into a deep machinery space, kicking the lizard to fall and be frozen right there.

The police officer, who still held a weapon in hand, promptly fired at the lizard trying to escape:

- Take this! A gift from Gwen! - The man announced, handing over a cylindrical object with bluish liquid inside. - Leave it to me, Peter, you can go. - The officer reassured when the boy agreed and then jumped in the direction he now understood he had to go.

Climbing the tower's antenna support, Peter could hear there were 30 seconds left on the timer.

Little did he know that the lizard was now getting up as the liquid nitrogen subsided, with the police captain shooting everything he had at the monster.

However, it was of no use when the enemy smiled sarcastically and impaled his stomach with his long, sharp claws.

Leaving the captain alone, with him jumping towards Peter, who finally reached his destination, with ten seconds left on the timer.

- Nine! - The antenna tower they were on seemed to tremble in anticipation of the fall due to the lizard destroying the frozen supports while climbing.

- Eight! - Peter quickly looked at the cylindrical object in hand, doubting if it was the right thing to do as his memories were collapsing, not knowing correctly what he was doing.

- Seven! - The giant lizard climbed quickly with a pure desire to kill Spider-Man.

- Six! - The sight of other cylindrical vials with a green liquid spinning rapidly in the machine, in pure doubt whether he was doing the right thing or choosing the wrong thing without even knowing.

- Five! - A new roar from the hybrid beast of man and lizard that leaped and approached Peter.

- Four! - The teenager opened the vial holder and removed what was inside.

- Three! - The sense of danger and the enemy's breath right behind his neck as it reached him, with Peter inserting the vial and closing the holder.

- Two! - Peter being grabbed by the enemy's sharp claws, which pulled him quickly downwards as gravity took its toll.

- One! - The holder started spinning the new embedded vial, then shot something swiftly towards the night skies of the famous city of New York.

Peter looked up in anticipation as he held onto the support.

The lizard smiled in anticipation while holding onto Spider-Man's leg to avoid falling off the building.

And then, a massive gaseous explosion occurred above them throughout the city, which, to one of their dismay... they couldn't believe it was:

- BLUE!? - The monster shouted, losing its smile as it felt a strong pang in its chest.

Its scaly, green lizard skin now seemed to slowly regress to nothing, exposing its real, human skin.

Peter, looking down, finally saw human features as the enemy fell, destroying the last frozen support that kept the antenna tower standing.

Thus, Spider-Man fell and rolled down the building. The feeling of falling resurfaced, a tug, and the vision of the tower support falling as he sighed in relief, looking up to see who had saved him.

It was still a scaly arm of the enemy trying to muster the strength to lift him, but it widened its eyes when its arm seemed to disintegrate, using the other to stop Peter from falling.

With a piercing scream, the blonde man tried to pull Peter, who helped to save himself by clinging to the building to climb to safety.

- S-sorry, Peter. - The man panted in pure defeat. - The captain... - He finished, with Peter understanding that the man before him had a much deeper story than just being a villain in his view, and a victim was in danger there.

- Captain! - Peter panted as he quickly got up and ran towards who he now understood to be Captain Stacy.

- Listen, boy... - The man's voice was weakened, and blood gushed from his stomach, pierced by a long claw.

- Shh... no, no, no, stay quiet, or it could get worse. - Peter firmly held the wound to stop the bleeding. - We'll get you out of here. - He continued, trying to lift the man, which would be easy, but the immediate danger was the open wound.

- You have to leave before they get here. - The man indicated, referring to the sirens surrounding the building. - Here, you'll need this, you're going to make enemies, and people will get hurt... even the closest ones. - He said with Peter receiving the mask the lizard had previously removed.

- I want you to promise me one thing, okay... keep Gwen out of this. - He finished, with Peter bowing his head as memories of Gwen Stacy flooded his mind. - I want you to promise me that, okay? - He tried to say, but Peter promptly sharpened his gaze.

- No way! - Peter cursed again, that feeling of pure power flooding him. He quickly took his mask, put it on, and, holding the man in his arms, turned towards the edge of the building.

He had little idea what he was actually doing or if it would work, but he had seen amateur videos of the Hulk doing this, and he was sure he had the strength for something at least similar.

So, running with the man in his arms, he took a leap that lifted him fifty meters high, aiming directly at the top of another building.

Peter, not satisfied with that, continued his leap, rising another fifty meters forward, and another fifty and another fifty, repeatedly, until he noticed he was a few meters away from NYU Langone Health, falling rapidly towards the ground in a skillful web-swinging motion.

- PLEASE, I NEED HELP! - Peter shouted, entering the access door and noticing several doctors and nurses getting scared and thinking twice before approaching. - This is the chief captain of the New York police, he was impaled in the stomach by a lizard's claw, and I... I know he has a heartbeat, but he lost consciousness 30 seconds ago. - He finished, running to a gurney and gently placing the captain on it, then returning to staunch the wound.

- All right, calm down, Spider. - An older doctor in a different uniform said, approaching the gurney when the other doctors did not. - He has severe hemorrhaging and is in shock; we'll take him to trauma 1. - He said, studying the wound and taking over to staunch it. - NOW! - The doctor ordered his interns, who were more eager to call the police and report Spider-Man than to save a patient.

- T-thank you. - Peter said, trying to control his breathing through the mask and stepping back a few steps to let the doctors do their work.

- “Aunt May?” - Suddenly, he thought, with the image of three people appearing in his mind: one of an aunt in her 30s, another in her 50s, and the last one in her 80s... - “Damn, what is all this?” - He cursed, taking one last look at where Captain Stacy was taken, then quickly running out of the hospital, barely caring about the pain, agonizing in his knees that seemed to be relieved by a pure tingling sensation.

[ ... ]

- What the hell! - A woman shouted as she stared at the image of a being in a red armor with long golden spider claws situated on its back.

- Aunt May? - The voice came from the armor in a frightened tone as it turned, and the helmet apparently dissolved, leaving only the armor.

- Peter? - The woman said, astonished, as the person in costume was her nephew and the only family she had left in her life.

She even tried to say something, but was soon surprised by a tight hug from the boy, who shed tears from his eyes.

- Damn... - He said in the midst of crying, as if he couldn't believe he was really there.

- Peter, come on, dear... Explain to me what's going on? Is this some kind of prank? - The woman asked while returning the hug in a way that calmed the boy.

- There's so much to explain... I thought I'd never see you again... - The taller boy responded now, looking at his aunt with a sense of pure relief that she was serenely well.

- Okay, calm down, take a deep breath... Take off that costume, take a shower, and then come have dinner with me. But this time, you'll have to explain everything that's going on. - The woman said, both authoritatively and sympathetically, given the boy's emotionally shaken state, which she believed was really due to the recent incident at the tower downtown.

This time, nothing could be overlooked. She found her nephew's nighttime outings strange, his intense curiosity about Oscorp and his parents' past, and now the destroyed tower with a grotesque giant lizard fighting what was the famous vigilante Spider-Man, with her nephew now arriving completely broken and in this costume that seemed different from what she saw on television, but the proof of what it was was clear, she just didn't want to believe it.

Agreeing with her, Peter made two taps on his chest, where surprisingly the mechanized suit with steel supports on his back underwent an advanced computerized disassembly process that retracted towards a dark metallic spider support he touched, simply showing that he was wearing a similar suit underneath, but this time made of fabric. He touched his chest again, and the suit seemed to stretch for him to easily remove it.

Wearing only boxers this time, the boy walked to the shower, not caring about the surprised look on his aunt's face as she studied his injured and bruised body, making her fear what her mind was already theorizing.

[ ... ]

It had been thirty minutes since Parker had entered the bathroom, and during that time, the boy began to organize all his thoughts and recent events.

Less than an hour ago, he was battling alongside Mr. Stark and all the heroes erased by the mad titan, Thanos. A powerful villain who had given a real beating to all the Avengers and strangers. After obtaining the Time Stone, he abandoned them on that planet in search of the last Infinity Stone on Earth.

After that, some time passed, and to his shock, he had been killed... or rather, erased in seconds without knowing exactly what had gone wrong, only with the terrifying sensation of his cells being disintegrated and he predicting it anguishingly even before it happened.

He clearly remembered feeling sick, falling into the arms of his mentor who showed fear and complete lack of action, where everything finally went dark with him only feeling an extremely powerful energy passing through his body, making him, in the blink of an eye, find himself standing again, but this time hugged by Stark in a completely different battlefield. He knew well that something was wrong because the look of the man he considered a father showed relief for something that had been accomplished, there was a certain tired look in him, as if everything had been accumulating for much longer than Peter could imagine.

In the midst of this, over the minutes, everything was very confusing and chaotic, with him seeing everyone battling fiercely and skillfully. There was a kind of gluttonous Thor who did not lose any power while wielding an incredible axe, a Steve Rogers wielding Mjolnir, a Hulk with glasses and a completely wrecked right arm, a group of heroine women who defended him and fought against hundreds of enemies, finishing them off in an ultra-surreal way in the boy's view. It was a multicolored show of shots, energies, magic, and pure destruction, where his gaze lingered on only two people.

The newly acquainted with an invented name, Doctor Strange, had both hands occupied holding off the equivalent of a small army, but his eyes were firmly on the second person while he aimed to give an indication by raising one finger, his lips silently mouthing: One.

Stark, who seemed to catch on to all of this, had a look that Peter knew well: the look of someone ready to sacrifice themselves for others.

Something that showed in action as Stark aimed to confront Thanos, who had as central adversaries two lightning manipulators.

From a distance, Peter saw Stark eyeing Thanos' gauntlet, little knowing his thoughts, but Peter soon acted with a courage he didn't even know he possessed.

Tony looked at the red gauntlet, with Thanos occupied, Steve and Thor on his heels. He grabbed the metallic object with his bleeding, wounded hands, exhaustion taking its toll on his body, but none of that mattered. Because he finally had it, he finally had something that could fix everything, something that would give a future to his daughter, his wife, his friends... and... his "adopted son."

Thanos raised his hand in front of him as he wielded the gauntlet that had been passed from hand to hand across the field and finally returned to its "owner":

- I am... inevitable. - Thanos quoted, smiling suddenly under the attention of the entire battlefield as he snapped his fingers, but to everyone's relief, nothing happened when he could turn his hand and notice the absence of all the Infinity Stones.

Stark's heart, which should have been bitter and full of fear, was now totally light and ready for what was to come as he saw the despair on the mad titan's face, noticing his gauntlet had no stones, where Stark raised his arm prepared for what was to come, showing there was another red gauntlet.

Being thus prepared a million times to sacrifice himself, he could barely understand what had happened when a tug occurred on his arm instead of a shock of cosmic energy as happened with Hulk, with a red, black, and gold blur heading towards the nearest hill behind him, finally achieving what he wanted.

- NO! - Tony screamed horrified when he saw his considered son holding all the stones with his hands, their cosmic energy flowing through his arm with the gritted teeth of Spider-Man without a mask, who had everyone watching him, whether ally or enemy.

- I... I am... Spider-Man. - Peter announced with a serious look, different from his usual playful and innocent manner, and thus his arm was affected by the deepest desire of his being, glowing the entire universe in pure white.

The supposed "armed hare" near Thor aimed to shoot at a ship coming towards him, but before hitting it, it turned purely to dust as it disintegrated immediately.

Every enemy on the battlefield withered from flesh to dust, with no chance of salvation.

The field, once occupied by two enemy forces, now held victory for the Avengers.

Not only that, throughout the universe, with his troops spread across various planets, every malevolent member of the mad titan's forces was erased from existence.

Steve panted heavily as he watched everything.

Thor couldn't believe that a Midgardian would have such courage.

Thanos couldn't believe it either as he saw member after member, ship after ship, and everything he owned turn into nothing but dust.

Knowing what was coming, the mad titan sat with a feeling of internal degradation as his body was slowly destroyed to dust, with no final villainous words of mediocre acceptance of defeat, as he knew and fully understood that this was his end, and now he surrendered to the arms of death.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. - The words came from the mound where the one responsible for all of this was located and fell forward from such a height, with Iron Man catching him in the air to prevent his fall. - I'm sorry, I knew what you were going to do... and you're human... sorry for interfering, but I heard you have a daughter... so... - The boy, obviously fearful of having failed his mentor, explained, frightened by the internal sensation of being erased and then reappearing, but this time on a completely new and excruciating level, barely noticing that his right arm was as destroyed as Hulk's.

- No, kid... don't speak. - Tony was terrified as he adjusted the boy against a wall, and tears began to form in his eyes. - It wasn't your responsibility, you had to return to your aunt, to your best friend, to your school, have as many girlfriends as you want, worry about class assignments, and make hundreds of mistakes that would help you grow and learn from them. - The crowd arriving in the area didn't know what to say about Peter's hopeless state or Tony's desperate condition.

- We won, didn't we? - He asked, no longer aware of his surroundings, only knowing that all the Avengers were aiming to appear behind his mentor. - I-I'm sorry, Tony..., but find May, take care of her... she can't be alone. - The terrifying fear in his voice of what would happen to his aunt if she knew about her nephew's death. He understood well what many would do in her place, and he didn't wish that for the most amazing woman he knew in the world.

- All right, I always took care of her after the snap... she was never left alone. - Tony explained with a certain contented laugh from Peter, but who increasingly lost focus.

- T-that's good. - He murmured as Pepper Potts appeared behind Tony in her blue suit, holding his shoulders, as he didn't feel strong enough to endure this.

- Peter. - Pepper said with the boy looking confusedly at her. - May is fine, we've become best friends, she's been working at Stark Industries, her mind is as brilliant as yours, kid... you can rest easy. - She said, feeling Tony leaning weakly on her shoulder.

- Okay... t-thank you, for everything. - Peter said, feeling his vision slowly darken, seeing on the horizon every Avenger or hero kneeling in respect for his sacrifice.

It started with Hawkeye, followed by Black Panther and Captain Marvel.

Star-Lord and Nebula paid their respects next, then Valkyrie joined the process, Ant-Man, Captain America, and the God of Thunder were next, even Doctor Strange paid his respects, this time perplexed by the unique event that had just happened before his eyes. Among so many universal lines he had witnessed before giving up the Time Stone, nothing like this had ever happened. He couldn't help but admire the courage of someone so young, whom he had judged so little.

Along with this, throughout the battlefield, every hero and warrior knelt around the boy who sacrificed himself for humanity, facing the most powerful enemy ever seen by all, each wondering if they would have had such courage in the boy's place.

Thus, ending the story of Spider-Man.

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[ ... ]

- “So I died?” - Peter asked himself, staring at the mirror, looking for any evidence of the shattered state of his arm. His memories were confusing and disordered, along with the events he had experienced, which seemed like two different people in different Spider-Man suits.

He didn't understand it well, but only one thing seemed to matter now: May's presence in this house, how he felt hope and comfort seeing her again, and how the terrifying feeling before his death seemed to have passed, only in her presence.

Quickly leaving the shower with a towel around his waist, the boy finally reached his room, which was not far from the bathroom due to the apartment being tiny.

There in his room, studying the place where he always hid his first suits, he saw two with a strange appearance that he had never worn before, both red and blue but in different shades, both with incredible white and black stitching, but with different spider designs on the back. He wasn't sure where they came from, only with strange memories of two different guys sewing them, but everything was confusing, as he had already sewn his own suit, and it didn't come close to these.

Amid so many questions and doubts, such as why he was there and not on the final battlefield?

Why did he survive among so many exceptional and well-trained Avengers?

What should he do from now on?

Contact Tony, he wanted to do that, but a certain doubt and even a crazy theory that every teenager had blossomed in his mind, that maybe he didn't really die and went back in time, or rather, was taken to another dimension, like in the dozens of comics he and Ned read together.

He wasn't sure, but as always, May's presence made Peter stay calm, different from the previous frantic events and, thinking of her, he was finally pulled out of his personal world by his aunt's voice calling him to dinner.

- Peter, dinner's ready! - The woman said, with her typical lively style of talking to her nephew.

Upon his aunt's call, Parker quickly put on a comfortable pair of black sweatpants to stay at home, along with a basic pair of slippers. In that moment, he walked calmly towards the kitchen while finishing drying his hair with the towel.

He had never been one to show off his strength or abilities, but looking in the hallway mirror, he couldn't deny that he had become much more attractive than many boys his age. However, as always, his humble and even nerdy nature made him hide in thick clothes while trying in every way not to attract attention at school. And now, after all the events against the mad titan, he noticed himself even taller, more defined, and even powerful.

- Help yourself! Let's talk calmly. - May Parker said, trying to contain herself from asking everything exasperatedly and understanding why her nephew had that mechanized armor, which certainly must have cost a fortune.

He silently stared at his aunt, where his attention turned to the phone vibrating in his sweatpants pocket.

Staring at the screen, Peter became even more confused:

The image of a blonde woman appeared on the contact photo, where his phone continued to vibrate with the name “Gwen” displayed on the screen.

He didn't understand what it meant, only that he was familiar with the name and its relation to the police officer he left at the hospital, but he decided to leave that for later and resolve everything with his aunt tonight without interruptions.

Ignoring the call, his aunt asked:

- Who was it?

- No one I know... shall we eat? - He finally asked as he sat down and served himself from a pot of rice next to others with meat and pasta.

[ ... ]

Twenty minutes had passed since the start of dinner, and so far, Peter hadn't said anything, his thoughts drifting through the events against the mad titan and the crazy time travel he had experienced, like in the fictional works of such themes.

He didn't know where to start, and his aunt's sweet expressions didn't help at all. He knew well that her smile was a clear sign of "spill it," but he didn't really know how to explain everything sensibly, especially how he had confronted a giant lizard, which was televised by all the New York news outlets.

- Touch her. - Peter heard, immediately looking at his aunt.

- Did you say something? - The boy asked his aunt, who found the question strange.

- I didn't say anything. - May replied in confusion, staring at her nephew.

- If you want to reveal the whole truth, follow your hidden instincts... and touch her. - Again, Parker heard the voice, this time with his head down, and to his surprise, his aunt got up from the table and calmly touched his chin, lifting it to make him look into her eyes.

- Peter... what's going on!? I'm not just talking about now... what have you been doing late at night outside the house since the incident with your uncle? Why all this mystery, these confused and scared expressions? - May asked, looking at him worriedly. - And these bruises and injuries, I need to know what they are to help you."

- Touch her, and she will receive our mark and protection. - The hoarse voice buzzed in his ears, with an uncomfortable sensation in the area.

- TOUCH HER... and she will know everything. - The voice came louder this time, with Parker putting his hands over his ears due to the enormous discomfort, as a loud buzzing seemed to echo throughout the area like a loud bell ringing right next to him.

- TOUCH IT AND IT WILL ONLY BE YOURS! - Finally, the voice will come out loudly, and Peter will move his body unconsciously.

Something that had immediately taken her aunt by surprise was the wrapping of an arm around her waist, a light touch with her right hand under her forehead as she smoothed her hair, and finally an impulsive kiss that at first made her react defensively, but after a few seconds she had aimed to reciprocate unconsciously without knowing why she was doing it with an attractive feeling she hadn't felt for a long time.

Something that not even Peter knew, but which made them both meet in the hot, lustful action of a fully grown kiss that the webhead had never given anyone in his life.

May's mind seemed to travel far away from this universal plane, several flashes of memory ran through her mind as if they were an extremely fast movie, watched and understood.

She practically watched her nephew's life as Spider-Man, seeing his confrontations and adventures as a hero, and even the memories of another version of him who lived in a similar apartment, but who, at the same time, was very different.

All this in the midst of a lustful kiss that awakened hidden and sinful feelings from an extremely safe and hidden cocoon between the two of them, who had never allowed themselves such happiness in memory of their dearly departed Uncle Ben.

Then, at last, the shortness of breath. The kiss soon ended with a slight tingle around the older woman's waist.

- Peter... You!... Spider-Man... That kiss... - May tried to say something in the midst of her disconnected thoughts from the recent discovery, and the slightly damp feeling that had arisen between her legs from all the carnal contact, which had stirred her alarmingly.

- I'm sorry, May... I can't take it anymore! - Peter had finally said something completely serious, whereupon he had grabbed Parker around the waist and lifted her up, followed by her unconsciously wrapping her legs around the boy's waist, only for both of them to return to their sinful incestuous kiss in that small apartment.

- Peter... we can't... - May had tried to say, with a shred of common sense under all the touches, caresses and hickeys coming from her nephew.

She had never thought of him doing that, but just seeing him with that domineering gaze made her feel hot and moist inside.

- I'm really sorry! But you're mine. - Peter said after another lascivious kiss with his aunt, where this time he had quickly opened her shirt and unbuttoned her triple-clasp bra. - I'm tired of seeing you sad and hiding it from me without being able to help you like you've always helped me... so I think I'd better change my approach.

The way he spoke seemed to change every minute he touched her, making him more eager to pleasure her and continue in everything he did.

May had even thought he'd say something before doing anything, but she'd immediately let out a quiet moan as he'd dropped his mouth to her breasts, which were lightly squeezed, licked and nibbled temptingly by the younger man.

- Peter... take it easy... - May tried to say as she felt herself being laid down on the living room sofa.

Only to immediately have his pants opened and slightly removed under a predatory look from the younger man, which only left the redhead feeling that this was wrong, but also great.

[ ... ]

Minutes had passed since the recent lascivious events between the two, aunt and nephew, and the redhead was currently trying to hold back her moans by nibbling lightly on the middle of her fingers, all while feeling her nephew give her intimacy a real treat using only his tongue and fingers, in which he gave her a kind of caress on her hair, encouraging her to continue deeper and in that way that she had come to love so much in the last few minutes.

- Oh... That's it, Peter! Just like that... right there. - The woman had said, in a tone of voice completely lost in lust, it had been so long since she had felt that sensation. Where, despite being done by her nephew, the feeling of guilt and common sense had been lost since the first kiss.

Peter had never thought of doing this to his aunt, but her actions showed that she was enjoying it, and wouldn't stop anytime soon until she saw him begging for mercy.

He didn't understand the reason for his impulsive actions, but after everything... until he liked the way he had acted with her, he had chosen to follow the wave, bringing even more pleasure to the person he loved.

[ ... ]

{ Hours Later }

It had been a very hot night for Peter, for the first time he had done something like this with a woman, and at no point had he let himself stop doing what gave him and his aunt so much pleasure.

They both explored every space in the apartment in their wildest fetishes, whether in the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, sofa, or in the many positions May had taught her nephew.

Neither of them stayed back, as the younger man's lack of experience was overcome by his own vigor, which kept him on his toes to learn more and more from the beauty that is his aunt, which led to each of them having sex until they couldn't stand up any longer. On the one hand, Peter, who used his stamina to impress the brunette, and she, who hadn't done this for a long time, enjoyed it all, falling asleep with her nephew snuggling up to her on the double bed.

[ ... ]

== Nowhere from Nowhere ==

Peter had no idea where he was. Until a few minutes ago, he was tucking May into bed, as she would fall asleep when they had sex by 06:00.

But now he aimed to look at all sides of the dark vastness that seemed endless and devoid of anyone.

He might have continued his musings and exploration, but soon a voice he had recently come to know reappeared.

However, not in his mind, but as if it propagated through the entire dark vastness.

- You finally came... - The voice of an old man emerged with a bright flash that made Parker close his eyes.

Only when he opened them could he glimpse an old man sitting on some kind of throne, his appearance wrinkled with age, with gray hair, and wearing a white suit.

- Sit down, child! I've wanted to talk to you for a while. - The old man said in a gesture that made another throne appear in front of Parker, who immediately sat down, feeling no threats from the old man.

But rather a profound feeling, something similar to what he felt for his Uncle Ben... A fraternal feeling, maybe from uncle to nephew or grandfather to grandson.

The webhead didn't know very well but was even more surprised by the image of all the Avengers slowly appearing behind the old man. And it didn't stop there, there were hundreds of people he had never seen before, including the recent villain, Thanos.

But something was strange, they all looked at him with smiles. There was a Stark wearing a red gauntlet, a Hulk strangely smiling and wearing glasses, a Captain America wielding Mjolnir, a gluttonous Thor who still seemed even cooler with an incredible axe/hammer in hand, and many others who looked completely different from what he remembered.

- What is this place? Who are you?... I was at my house... is the discomfort gone? - Peter said, full of doubt and euphoria, with the old man laughing.

- Calm down! Your aunt is fine... this place is a space solely mine and no one else's, and I... I am Stan Lee... And I came to perform one last act before leaving for my next great adventure. - The old man said, catching Parker's full attention. - I can't exactly tell you what I did in life... But near my death, I chose to leave my legacy to the universal beings... And who better for that than my favorite webhead? - Stan Lee said like a complete grandfather to Peter.

- So... my time travel was your doing? And that voice that controlled me and made me do all that with Aunt May... Was it all you? - Peter asked, seeing the old man respond immediately.

- Calm down, child... Neither I nor anyone else controlled your actions. All of that was a response to your body and soul merging with two others. Just like your aunt's was merging with two others. - Stan replied. - Of course, returning to the past was my doing..., but everything after that was you, or rather, your senses acting according to your personality, a dual voice advising you to do something and repressed feelings coming to the surface.

Seeing his favorite hero's confused face, the old man continued:

- Think about it... have you never wondered what the limits of your powers are? What is the limit you can reach, how you can achieve it, and when you will do it? - Stan asked Parker, who realized he had never asked himself that.

- The answer to 'when'... is now... returning to the past, you are taking independence of your own actions. All you have to do is train and explore everything you can do with your Spider-Man powers and unravel the mysteries of this new universe.

- The mark on your aunt's waist is one of those abilities in use. - The old man said, making Parker remember seeing a black spider tattoo on May. - A tattoo that marks your companion in the soul... making her your protected one forever, an act of great trust between both, exposing all and any secrets.

- But anyway! - The old man said this time, drawing the webhead's attention to something important. - My time in this plane is very short... and I want to leave you informed of a few things.

- It happens that by returning to the past, just by doing so, drastic changes have already occurred in the universe, especially in two neighbors that sought to collapse and merge. Not changes in events, but in the inhabitants of the universe, so you'll have to learn to deal with new figures presenting themselves in your life as if they knew you.

- This is a lot of craziness..., but I can't complain. Leaving the planet with Mr. Stark was also crazy. - Peter said, only able to laugh at the moment. - But... what do I do now? Why did you bring me back to the past? Why not someone more powerful? And Thanos and the lives of all the others? - The webhead said, referring to all the Avengers behind Stan, even Thanos who was there but showed no sign of threat.

- I chose you because you are the most humble and charismatic of all... I always saw how, amidst so many tragedies and financial difficulties, you stood firm for your aunt and allies.

- You have the potential to become as great as a god like Thor... to confront someone like Hulk or a titan like Thanos... and go even further. It's all about how you develop your powers and accept the help you need by stopping to hold back."

- Because let's face it... - The old man said with a laugh. - Your strength is not limited to having greater physical power and using new suits. Everything you need to know is within you... You just need to make an effort to discover it all... - He said while looking at his own left hand, in which a glow appeared.

- My time is coming to an end... - Stan affirmed while walking towards Parker. - This is a gift for my favorite hero... One last act, leaving my legacy to you... - He continued, gently stroking Peter's hair, something very similar to a grandfather's affection for his grandson. - Don't worry about the time from which you came, because the most important person in your life has merged with your companion lying in that bed, live the present..., I know your return to the past has opened up enormous potentials for change, all you have to do is rewrite it, leading the world to a new prosperous and glorious future."

- Take care of your neighborhood, take care of the universe itself. Don't let anyone subjugate you, maintain your humility, train to become powerful... and when the time comes... defeat your enemies along with your allies and head towards a new journey created by yourself. - Stan said this time with the glow in his hand growing, from which the famous Infinity Gauntlet appeared, but this one was red and extremely similar to the one Stark used behind the throne and that he himself used in the final battle. - Because you have always been and will always be my favorite neighborhood buddy... you deserve to carry such an honor as I head to my next journey. - Finally, he said while snapping his fingers, in response to which every Avenger and person behind him began to deteriorate with smiles on their faces.

Each one smiled at him as if encouraging him to continue his journey. An opportunity to change everything from there and become the central stage of universal changes.

One by one, they disappeared with smiles on their faces, leaving only the most powerful one there, the titan Thanos, who winked at him in a sign of courage.

- Go, child! Wake up and embark on new universal adventures... for now, my legacy is in your hands. - The old Stan Lee, who was slowly disintegrating, finally said with a gentle stroke on Parker's head, only to then disappear into dust that dispersed into the high heavens.

With that, the webhead's vision blurred, turning everything back into darkness.

[ ... ]

He immediately stood up as he felt something stir next to him. Peter was soon taken by surprise by a kiss from his aunt, who was sitting on the bed with a cup of coffee in her hands.

- You're finally awake, tiger. - May had told her nephew that she had blushed at having such a nickname. He was still a little lost by everything he had seen in his dream. - And to think that a real sex machine was hidden in that cute little face. - May continued where Peter had immediately made her put the cup on the dresser, with him grabbing her by the ass and pressing her against the bed.

- Don't play with fire... May. - Peter had said as he lifted her shirt, planting kisses and short hickeys on her. With her gasping in desire. - Or you could end up getting burned. - Finally, he ended up smiling seductively at her, who was already waiting for him to attack her just like last night.

-- Characters Introduced --

Peter Parker:

May Parker:

Stan Lee:

Costume Worn Against The Lizard:

Iron Armor:

Costumes Stored In The Bedroom:

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He immediately stood up as he felt something stir next to him. Peter was soon taken by surprise by a kiss from his aunt, who was sitting on the bed with a cup of coffee in her hands.

- You're finally awake, tiger. - May had told her nephew that she had blushed at having such a nickname. He was still a little lost by everything he had seen in his dream. - And to think that a real sex machine was hidden in that cute little face. - May continued where Peter had immediately made her put the cup on the dresser, with him grabbing her by the ass and pressing her against the bed.

- Don't play with fire... May. - Peter had said as he lifted her shirt, planting kisses and short hickeys on her. With her gasping in desire. - Or you could end up getting burned. - Finally, he ended up smiling seductively at her, who was already waiting for him to attack her just like last night.

[ Previously ]

== Tobey Maguire ==

Peter Parker, on an excursion, visits a genetics laboratory exhibiting spiders of 15 species with his friend Harry Osborn and his love interest, Mary Jane Watson.

There, Peter is bitten by a genetically modified spider. After arriving at his Uncle Ben and Aunt May's house, he ends up unconscious. Meanwhile, Harry's father, scientist Norman Osborn, is trying to preserve a military contract of crucial importance to his company, Oscorp. He tests a performance-enhancing formula on himself, but ends up going insane and killing his assistant, Mendel Stromm. The next morning, Peter discovers that his eyesight has improved and his body has metamorphosed into a more muscular physique.

At school, he discovers that he can produce webs and gains a spider sense, which saves him from being punched by the school bully, Flash Thompson, and ends up knocking him to the ground with a single punch, impressing his classmates.

Throwing out his Uncle Ben's advice that “with great powers come great responsibilities”, Peter enters a wrestling tournament to win money and buy a car, in order to impress Mary Jane, adopting the name “Human Spider”, which the ring announcer gets wrong and calls him “Spider-Man”. He wins the fight against an opponent called “Serra Osso”, and ends up being tricked. When the thief Denis Carradine steals the prosecutor's money, Peter lets the thief get away. Later, he learns that his uncle Ben has been shot dead, possibly by the same robber. Peter confronts the robber, only to discover that it was the same thief he let get away. After Peter disarms him, he falls out of a window and dies. Meanwhile, Norman kills several scientists and some of General Slocum's soldiers.

Upon graduating, Peter begins to fight crime, creating a costume and calling himself Spider-Man. The editor of the Daily Bugle, J. Jonah Jameson, hires Peter as a photographer, since Peter was the only one who could get clear pictures of Spider-Man.

When Norman learns that the Oscorp board members are planning to sell their company, he kills them during the World Union Festival. Jameson names the mysterious assassin the Green Goblin. The Goblin offers Spider-Man a place at his side, but he refuses the invitation. At Thanksgiving dinner, Norman deduces Spider-Man's true identity from the cut on his arm made by the Green Goblin. Later, the Green Goblin attacks and hospitalizes Aunt May.

Mary Jane admits that she has a crush on Spider-Man, who has saved her on numerous occasions, and asks Peter if Spider-Man has ever asked about her. Harry, who loves Mary Jane, arrives and sees her reunited with Peter. Devastated, Harry tells his father that Mary Jane loves Peter, unwittingly revealing Spider-Man's greatest weakness.

The Goblin kidnaps Mary Jane and a streetcar full of children and holds them hostage by the Queensboro Bridge. He forces Spider-Man to choose who he wants to save and throws them both off the bridge. Spider-Man manages to save Mary Jane and the trolley, while the Goblin is bombed by civilians. The Goblin takes Spidey to an abandoned hideout, where they have one last battle, where Peter takes a beating from the Goblin and is able to redeem himself afterwards by discovering that it was Norman, the father of his best friend Harry.

Norman begs Peter for forgiveness, but his Goblin personality encourages him to use a remote control to direct the glider at Peter. The hero avoids the attack with a beautiful leap, but the glider ends up impaling Norman. Before dying, Norman asks Peter not to tell Harry about the Green Goblin. Spider-Man takes Norman's body to the mansion, hiding the Green Goblin's equipment, but Harry arrives and sees the scene of his now deceased father. At Norman's funeral, Harry swears revenge on Spider-Man and claims that Peter is the only thing he has left, since he is now an orphan. Mary Jane confesses to Peter that she is in love with him, but he feels he must protect her from Spider-Man's enemies and hides his true feelings. As Peter leaves the funeral, he remembers Ben's words about responsibility and accepts his life as Spider-Man, following a long path of conflicts, new and powerful enemies that appear one after the other, toxic relationships, depression, overcoming and a life that follows that is turbulent between the identity of Peter Parker and Spider-Man of the M-96,283 Universe.

== Andrew Garfield ==

In 2000, little Peter Parker discovers that his father Richard Parker's study has been stolen. Peter's parents collect hidden documents, take Peter to the home of his Aunt May and Uncle Ben and then mysteriously move away.

Years later, the teenage Peter attends Midtown Science High School, where he is bullied by Flash Thompson. Peter falls in love with Gwen Stacy. At home, Peter finds his father's papers and discovers that his father worked with scientist Dr. Curtis Connors at Oscorp, in the field of cross-species genetics. At Oscorp, Peter enters a laboratory where a biological cable is being developed from genetically modified spiders, one of which bites him.

He later discovers that he has developed spider-like abilities, such as sharp senses, reflexes and speed.

After reading Richard's papers, Peter visits Curt Connors, a one-armed doctor, and reveals that he is Richard's son and gives Connors his father's “decay rate algorithm”, the missing part of Connors' experiments on regenerating limbs. Dr. Connors is pressured by his superior, Dr. Ratha, to create a cure.

At school, Peter gets into trouble after a basketball challenge with Flash, in which Peter accidentally breaks the glass of the basket. His uncle changes shifts to meet Peter's principal. May calls Parker and asks him to buy eggs, but he forgets to buy them, distracted while he's at Oscorp helping Connors regenerate the limb of a lab rat. When he gets home late, he and his Uncle Ben argue and Peter leaves the house. At a nearby convenience store, a cashier refuses to sell the boy milk because he's two cents short. When a thief suddenly attacks the store, Peter watches indifferently.

While looking for his nephew, Ben tries to stop the thief and is killed. The thief escapes when Peter finds Ben dead on the sidewalk.

Peter then uses his new skills to hunt down criminals who match the killer's description. After a fall lands him inside an abandoned gym, a poster of a fighter inspires him to create a mask to hide his identity. He adds a spandex suit and builds mechanical devices to attach to his wrists, capable of shooting synthetic webs. Later, at dinner with Gwen's family, Peter has a conversation with her father, police captain George Stacy, about the recent action of masked vigilantes in the city.

After dinner, Peter reveals his identity to Gwen and they kiss.

After seeing the success with the rat using lizard DNA, Ratha demands that Dr. Curt Connors begin human trials immediately. Connors refuses to rush the drug testing procedure and put innocent people at risk. Ratha fires Connors and decides to test the Doctor's serum in a Veterans Administration hospital under the guise of a flu vaccine. In an act of desperation, Connors applies the formula to himself. After passing out, he wakes up and realizes that his arm has regenerated. After discovering that Ratha is on his way to the hospital, Connors, whose skin is turning green and scaly, goes to intercept him. When he arrived at the Williamsburg Bridge, Curt became a violent lizard hybrid.

Peter suspects Connors of being the Lizard and unsuccessfully confronts the creature in the sewers. The Lizard discovers Spider-Man's real identity through the name on an abandoned camera and follows Peter to school, where they fight. The police begin a relentless search for Spider-Man and the Lizard. After all the police department's efforts, Peter eventually takes off his mask and Captain Stacy discovers that Spider-Man is really Peter. The Lizard plans to turn all human beings into lizards by releasing a chemical cloud from Oscorp's tower to eliminate the weaknesses he believes to be the plague of humanity. So Spider-Man eventually disperses an antidote cloud, restoring Connors and previous victims to normal, but not before the lizard kills Captain Stacy. Before his death, Captain Stacy asks Peter to avoid Gwen Stacy, to keep her safe. Parker initially does so and so his adventure continues, with new enemies appearing in the city he protects, visions of the dead and personal problems to resolve, a web of old relationships appearing, frantic battles and disasters in his life that only serve to further pave his persona as Peter Parker and Spider-Man of the M-120,703 Universe.

== Tom Holand ==

Homecoming begins twelve months after Uncle Ben's death, twelve months after the discovery of his spider powers.

Peter's life as protector of the neighborhood has barely begun and Tony Stark has already come up with an offer: he will lend his power to the Avengers, in which he pretends to be an apprentice to Stark and in return receives a completely authentic costume for his heroic duties, along with a minimum wage that allows him to keep a good income at home.

After the events of the Civil War were over, Peter returned to his everyday life, but... in the midst of this, a villain appeared... a villain who had disrupted his high school prom by wanting to hijack one of Tony Stark's cargo planes.

Peter had gotten involved and discovered that the villain was Adrian Toomes, aka the Vulture, the father of a high school crush of his, Liz Allen, and with his victory and Happy's job security, everything returned to normal... But during his first year of high school, in the middle of a school trip, a new villain appeared, Thanos, who caused a mess with all the Avengers, the extermination of half the universal population, a chaotic state of the planets, the return of humanity and an ultimatum, where Peter sacrificed himself to defeat Thanos and his troops, creating a different timeline from the one that followed the M-199,999 Universe.

== Infinite Change ==

It was on a Sunday after a wild night with his aunt that Peter was able to reflect on everything, reflect on his new memories and how everything fit together in two alternative versions of him and how they now seemed to be himself, because no matter how much he tried to explain them as different entities, it was still as if they were him, as if he had done such actions, walked such paths, lived such different lives from birth to some specific point.

And being in the presence of the dearest woman in the world to him, he was able to understand that they weren't really in their universe, in fact it was as if his story had ended there with the slap, causing the anomaly in Universe M-199,999.

From which he was thrown through time and space until he landed here, with divine interference bringing his Aunt May back from the universe he used the snap on, the two of them against the world again, but... in another world.

Thus begins Peter Benjamin Parker's journey in the M-001 Universe... High school freshman, trainee avenger, fusion of the souls of three Spider-men and holder of Stan Lee's legacy. But this time, with all the knowledge of future catastrophic events, along with the memories of two alternative versions of himself, which make him more unpredictable to everyone and everything, be they allies or enemies.

-- Characters Introduced --

Tobey Maguire - Universe M-96,283:

Andrew Garfield - Universe M-120,703:

Tom Holand - Universe M-199,999:

Peter Benjamin Parker (Fusion of Versions) - Universe M-001:

May Parker - Universe M-199,999:

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It was on a Sunday after a wild night with his aunt that Peter was able to reflect on everything, reflect on his new memories and how everything fit together in two alternative versions of him and how they now seemed to be himself, because no matter how much he tried to explain them as different entities, it was still as if they were him, as if he had done such actions, walked such paths, lived such different lives from birth to some specific point.

And being in the presence of the dearest woman in the world to him, he was able to understand that they weren't really in their universe, in fact it was as if his story had ended there with the slap, causing the anomaly in Universe M-199,999.

From which he was thrown through time and space until he landed here, with divine interference bringing his Aunt May back from the universe he used the snap on, the two of them against the world again, but... in another world.

Thus begins Peter Benjamin Parker's journey in the M-001 Universe... High school freshman, trainee avenger, fusion of the souls of three Spider-men and holder of Stan Lee's legacy. But this time, with all the knowledge of future catastrophic events, along with the memories of two alternative versions of himself, which make him more unpredictable to everyone and everything, be they allies or enemies.

 [ Previously ]

Monday had been a tumultuous start for the web-head. It was the beginning of his first year in high school, and if he were to compare his mind still assimilating the lives merged into one body that was gradually adapting to this more mature appearance, it would be the fourth time he had entered high school, and although the first three times he had had complications, this time his mind was already working out methods of becoming unique and not submissive to anyone.

His aunt, who had shown him his new gear, told him that even though he was a hero, he had to go to school, so he had to start his rounds early and be pampered by the best person he knew in the world.

After leaving his apartment, Peter aimed to get back into his original costume given to him by Mr. Stark. He knew he could kick ass with the Iron Spider function, but just imagine how much trouble it would be if Tony Stark actually saw a spiderman jumping under buildings while wearing a suit with the same unique technology as his company.

With an intercom imbedded in his suit, the web-head was able to find out all the information provided by the police department. Of course, it was illegal to hack into the police department's system, but this had led to a close friendship and alliance between Peter and a female agent on the inside, and there was nothing better than maintaining this relationship and even trying to go deeper now that he had so much knowledge between worlds with the police department's Asian sweetheart.

Falling from a height of two hundred meters, Peter aimed to smile inside the suit, such a feeling of freedom was always the best.

And with a simple wave of his arm, a web spread out from there, connecting to one of the region's countless grand buildings.

His maneuvers through the buildings drew attention from the civilian public below him, there were those who hated him and those who loved him.

But Peter didn't care, he would save anyone from the evil that plagued his beloved Queens.

- Peter, I know things have been complicated lately, I'm sorry about that... - It was his dear uncle's voice that Peter heard on the last call he received, which the artificial intelligence in his suit always played back in the mornings to motivate him. - I understand how you feel, since you were a little boy, you've been through so many unresolved things..., well, here's an old man's advice, these things direct our lives, they make us who we are, and if anyone is destined for greatness... it's you, son.

- You owe the people your gifts, the people will give you the world, you just have to figure out how to use them.

- And know that wherever they take you, we'll always be here.

- You're my hero, Peter... and I love you.

The voice message ended and Peter couldn't help but think that if he returned a little further into the past, he could save his uncle, but with a sigh he abandoned such thoughts, because they wouldn't change what had happened, that wasn't how it worked, this was another universe, now he had the minds of two different versions in his cerebral cortex and he was lucky that a divine entity had put his real aunt here with him, because if it was just about falling into another land, they wouldn't be the same people, but for a small and great act, he had his real May with him.

[ ... ]

It was 7 a.m. when Peter finished his morning routine. His aunt had left to work at a coffee franchise that had recently opened and Peter had aimed to eat a donut while waiting for someone to arrive at his meeting point... or rather, the daughter of the police captain, Gwen Stacy, who had reproached him the day before for ignoring her calls.

An emerald-green bicycle had parked in front of him with an extremely beautiful blonde woman on it. Her clear eyes, her smile, her cute and cheerful expression... There were few women as beautiful as her that Peter had ever seen and this really touched him, because since he had arrived on this earth, he had felt a great difference from his previous self and this was only strengthened as the hours passed and he had the impulses and mentality of three versions in one.

- Peter! - This girl shouted euphorically as she got off her bike and practically jumped into her friend's arms. - Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for saving my father.

- Nothing but my duty. - Peter said smiling when she looked down at him and snorted at his manner. - Have you had breakfast?

- Yes, I've had mine... - She explained with his consent. - And you won't believe it, my father knows who you are and he said he won't expose anything, isn't that amazing? - She said excitedly at her father's acceptance and how she felt that she could have lost him, but that her hero had saved him.

- Her father is a strong man, a bit stubborn and extremely brave for taking such a risk. - Peter reassured her with a playful act of his own, kissing her on the back of the hand, then seeing her bike just behind. - So, off you go?

- Off you go! - She said euphorically, all excited about the idea of going to school together on a bike and skateboard, something that the web-head didn't refuse at all, he wanted to get to know this Gwen better, especially as he had memories of different versions of her, one where she's a model and the other where she's his girlfriend, but here, she's just a friend at the moment, or rather, his best friend... for now.

[ ... ]

== Midtown High School ==

In his locker, not far from Gwen's, Peter had put away some of his materials, keeping only his binder with him.

- Speak up, Parker. - It was a blond man taller than Peter, with an athletic build and short hair who hugged him from behind as if they were great friends. - Are you coming to class?

Smiling at Flash Thompson and noticing how there were different versions of this boy that Peter had already met, even the way the web-head acted at school, he thought to himself that a change of attitude could be better for his student life, as he was well aware of the future and would like to make the most of his life.

- Nice shirt. - He said, pointing to the wine-red shirt with a black spider printed on it.

- Yeah, this guy's crazy... girls go crazy. - He smiled, with Peter following him and Gwen clinging to his right arm, escorting the two boys to their first year class.

[ ... ]

Entering her apartment on the heels of the blonde who was attracting a lot of attention to herself, she soon noticed that the apartment was nothing grand, but it was very cozy, as if it were looked after by a housewife and not a high school teenager.

Staring at a picture frame on the wall, she noticed a glass frame containing a kind of chrome object with a symbol carved into it, with the name “Spider-Man” below it.

- Do you like it? - Peter asked jokingly when she turned around embarrassed that she was analyzing the whole apartment, as if looking for traps.

- Don't bother... It's my plaque for 100,000 subscribers to a YouTube channel I created. - Peter explained, under her doubt, which showed on his features. - I've started posting random amateur videos about Spider-Man and his day-to-day life, whether it's training my skills or saving someone and helping out during the course of the day.

- It's kind of cool to know what people think, there's the majority of the teenage audience who support me and the famous haters who are always there to talk any nonsense. I ended up receiving this plaque when a hundred thousand people started following my channel on this platform. - He explained, with her smiling at the euphoric way Peter liked to explain. - Anyway, you can sit down... I just have to post a new video for this day, even though it was recorded this morning... - He explained the ending to himself, as he went on to use his computer to post a video.

As Peter went about his house-cleaning duties, he noticed how focused Gwen Stacy was with him. They ranged from videos of his fights and confrontations recorded by amateur civilians either on the street or in places where he had ventured in the Spider-Man suit, to a large section of journalistic videos of the recent villain, which showed a helicopter recording the moment his father was impaled by the lizard's claws and how Spider-Man defeated the villain and took his father speeding from building to building, paying little attention to the risk of being without his web shooters at that moment.

- Well... - Peter said after finishing the dishes, turning to her on the sofa in the living room. - What do you want to do? - He asked, sitting down only to open his eyes wide when the girl sat on his lap, put her arms around his shoulders and pressed her lips to his.

Several minutes passed, with both reciprocating each other's kisses. Despite their lack of experience, they continued, eager to find the best ways to express themselves.

- Wow. - Gwen murmured after pausing for breath.

- I'll say... what was that? - Peter asked.

- A thank you. - Gwen replied, smiling. - And if you want, there will be much more, spider. - Her smile widened as Peter took the initiative for the next kiss.

-- Characters and Items Introduced --

Peter Parker:

May Parker:

Gwen Stacy:

Flash Thompson:

Gwen's Bicycle:

Peter's Skateboard:

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- Wow. - Gwen murmured after pausing for breath.

- I'll say... what was that? - Peter asked.

- A thank you. - Gwen replied, smiling. - And if you want, there will be much more, spider. - Her smile widened as Peter took the initiative for the next kiss.

 [ Previously ]

== Nova York: Queens ==

Another turbulent night had passed. Spider-Man arrived home at 1:00 AM, completely exhausted from a day of classes, training, and patrols, during which he stopped two robberies and prevented an attempted sexual assault on a woman in the street.

He was really getting tired of these criminals, or at least of how patient he was with them. He believed he needed to change his approach because what was the point of arresting them if they would just get out and commit the same crimes again? However, he didn't want to follow the path of killing or vigilantism; it wasn't his style. He couldn't help but think it was useful when he activated the kill mode of his Iron Spider suit against Thanos's troops, making them retreat upon realizing they were being decimated.

Maybe if he were a bit tougher on the criminals before they were arrested, they would fear him more and thus might not repeat such crimes in the future.

But for now, with a relaxing shower where Peter almost fell asleep, he was interrupted by his aunt, who came to share the bathtub with him. She started giving him a nice massage on his muscles, and he reciprocated in another way until they fell asleep in bed.

[ ... ]

- Good morning, tiger. - It was May at 6:00 AM, looking him up and down as Peter came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. She indicated the prepared breakfast table.

- You're going to spoil me like this. - Peter said, walking over to her and giving her a kiss. - This way, I'll have to wake up earlier to spoil you too.

- Plans for today? - She asked, laughing, as he sat down in front of her. - It's Saturday and there are no classes.

- Just... rest and maybe... go to my amazing waitress aunt's work, just to flirt with her in front of her colleagues.

- Don't you dare! - May pretended to scold, only to break into a smile and then get up, sitting on his lap.

- Just kidding, I actually want to know what's been bothering you. - He asked, noticing her strange look. - It's just a feeling, it seems like you want something but don't know how to say it.

- It's nothing. - She said, lowering her gaze slightly, only for her nephew to lift it with a touch on her chin and a look that clearly indicated she could trust him, genuinely interested in knowing how to help her. - Oh, I'm just worried.

- Worried about what? - Peter asked.

- You, taking all these risks every day... for these people who always antagonize you, both in the media and on the street.

- I try to see the good in them, or at least those who support me. - Peter said, kissing her forehead. - And Uncle always said that with great power comes great responsibility... I think I'd feel guilty if something bad happened when I had the power to stop it, because when that happens, it's your fault."

- I know... but I saw those thugs pointing their guns at you and I almost thought I could lose you. - May said, slightly scared. 

- You won't lose me, not with my spider sense. - Peter said, noticing her surprise. - You didn't really think I dodged those bullets just by being agile, did you? - He asked, and she nodded. - Oh, I thought you already knew, since... - He indicated her tattoo. - It works like this: it's like a shiver when something puts me in mortal danger or something like that. My senses sharpen to the maximum, it's as if everything becomes silent and only the sound of what puts me at risk echoes. My senses become heightened to all the risks around me, whether it's a person about to be hit by a car or a bullet coming towards me. In the process, everything slows down like a slow-motion recording. -  Her admiration for how he explained everything made Peter want to hold her right there, giving her a quick kiss, and then he continued. - To the outside eyes, it looks like I'm very agile, dodging exceptionally. For me, it's like an eternity where I easily dodge everything, and once I'm safe, my senses normalize and the world runs naturally again.

- That's why, my angel. - Peter kissed her forehead. - Don't worry so much. - He continued, kissing her left cheek. - I won't leave your life and leave you alone. - He kissed her right cheek this time. - I won't underestimate my enemies and put my life at risk, and most importantly, I won't put yours at risk. - He finished, kissing her mouth as her arms wrapped around his neck.

- That's good. - May murmured softly to him, her nephew squeezing her behind with his hands. - Thank you, Peter.

- I'm just returning everything you've done for me and taken care of over the past few years. - Peter explained, marking her neck with a hickey.

- “But one thing is certain, I need to start acting more severely against my enemies and train my limits to overcome them... I can't keep holding back for fear of hurting someone due to lack of control and in the process hurting myself, when I could have done much more.” - He concluded in thought.

- Peter, would you listen to an open request from me? - She asked, seeing how responsible this Peter was becoming and hoping he would accept her proposal. Something that, from his look, made her smile. - Of course you would, right?" she laughed. "Your uncle and I always had a dream, and since he passed away, I feel the need to fulfill it. - She said, with him giving her his full attention.

- Whatever it is, I'll be here to help you, and we'll do it together. You can say whatever you want, and we'll find a way. - Peter explained, with her smiling, and then she began to explain everything she desired.

[ ... ]

== Bank: JP Morgan Chase ==

USD 175,000.

== Properties ==

Urban Apartment: 2 Bedrooms, 1 Bathroom, and 1

Kitchen. Location: Queens - NY Purchase

Price: USD 500,000

- So, you want to buy a house... - Peter murmured, seeing how great his aunt was at managing money, as they had always lived without many luxuries, not due to poverty, but because his aunt and uncle always saved a good portion of their salaries in a joint account.

- I know you like this apartment. - May tried to start, but her nephew shook his head.

- I have great memories here, but I think we really need a change of scenery. There's no point in living in the past, and a house of our own... would be great. - Peter explained, with her giving him a loving smile. - I could even start working and...

- No, Peter. - She interrupted. - You don't need to do that. - She continued, but it was his look and smile that made her stop talking.

- I want to, really... let's do this together. - Peter held her hands and gave a kiss on the back of one of them. - You have the money for a down payment on a house, a great down payment, actually... from there, we can work together and finance the rest. You know I'm very good with photography, graphic arts... and I think it's time to get something good in return for my costumed state, don't you think? - He asked playfully. 

- We also don't need to leave this place abandoned... the apartment belonged to my sister... your mother.

- Yes, someone else can make new memories here. - Peter agreed with the thought. - So, do you want to start a new life with me? - Peter dramatized as if proposing marriage, but the gesture was so special to her that she threw herself into his arms, planting several kisses on his face and lips.

They both enjoyed this Saturday together, which got even better as the day remained peaceful with no incidents in the city, allowing him to take a day off from his hero routine and spend the whole day with his aunt, whether at work or at home for the rest of the evening.

He cherished the comfort he always received from his aunt since the disappearance of his parents.

And she felt the same comfort, which she hadn't felt for a year since the loss of her husband.

[ ... ]

It was Sunday when Peter leaped with his Iron Spider suit towards his best friend's house. Unlike the previous day, which was calm and peaceful, this day he started his routine early and only finished at 8:00 PM. Upon reaching a dead-end alley, his suit retracted into a necklace around his neck, and he then walked towards the house. Since yesterday, he had conducted extensive research and discovered he didn't need to worry about Stark technology and similarities with his suit, as the story diverged significantly from where he came from, and it was recently made public on social media and news outlets that the famous Tony Stark had been attacked in a military convoy.

Gwen was at the neighbor's house, a new red-haired resident of the neighborhood who she had quickly become very good friends with and wanted to introduce to Peter, but was denied today since Parker needed to talk to the girl's father.

Thus, with both men going to the backyard, Captain Stacy studied the thoughtful state of the young man there, noticing a certain difference and maturity in his eyes compared to the last incident where he was still recovering.

- I wanted to talk about what you said to me at the Oscorp tower. - Peter began, sighing and looking the man in the eye. - To get straight to the point, I will not leave Gwen's life. - Peter said seriously. - We both work with something that puts the lives of those closest to us at risk, just as my aunt faces such risks, and I would never abandon her for anything.

- I know you're concerned about your daughter, and rightly so..., but what would you think if I just said it was better for you to abandon your family to keep them safe due to your job as the captain of the police squad? - Peter pointed out how George Stacy's request sounded in what he believed was his last breath. - I don't know if staying away would keep her safe, since this city is a mess and it seems to get worse every day..., but yes, I'll stay in Gwen's life, whether you like it or not. - He finished, looking back at the man sitting in front of him.

- Is that all? - George asked.

- Still not enough? - Peter widened his eyes. - I've been rehearsing this for days. - He finished with his playful side prevailing, making the man smile.

- Don't worry, kid. - George reassured him. - I got a moral lesson from my wife and daughter. In the end, I realized that pushing them away would only make Gwen hate me, and nothing proves she would be safe. At the very least, I ask you to take good care of her, or I'll... - He said, making Peter widen his eyes.

- Expose me to the world? - He asked, horrified.

- Shoot you. - George corrected him. - And with pleasure. - He finished smiling, accompanied by Peter, who this time turned his gaze to the sky and sighed deeply and pensively. - What will you do from now on? - George asked, also turning his gaze to the starry sky.

- As Peter Parker or Spider-Man? - The young man countered.

- Both. - George confirmed, drinking a can of beer.

- It's complicated. - Peter sighed, drinking a can of soda.

- It's never complicated. - Said the captain, staring at the police radio beside him, which had no news yet, even though he was off duty on sick leave.

- As Spider-Man... train, train a lot... and become a bit more strict in my patrols. - Peter explained, with Captain Stacy looking at him confusedly. - Arresting criminals isn't solving anything. For every one arrested, two more appear, stronger and more dangerous... I think it's time to stop joking around with them and become a bit more direct and strict in how I capture them, so in the end, the message is clear to everyone... that it's better to stop committing crimes, or their situation will only get worse." 

George wanted to contest this and cite laws, decrees, and police ethics... but he couldn't help noticing that there was more to Spider-Man's story.

- And as Peter Parker... I want to intern as a photographer and graphic editor... because I'll need to start working to pay for some things from now on. - Peter explained, drinking from his can of orange juice. - And in the future, specialize in something grand."

- That's right, you'll need a lot of money to cover Gwen's Uber Eats orders; that girl is quite a handful. - George joked with Peter. - But it seems you're not saving money just for leisure, right?

- Aunt May and I are going to buy a house... she has enough money to make a great down payment, but the financing from there will be divided between the two of us... so, it's best to start sending out resumes soon. - He said playfully, with the captain surprised at Peter's dedication to something like this, being so young. - I think taking advantage of Spider-Man's fame might help, something like being his personal photographer... things like that.

- I can help with that. - George commented, drawing Peter's attention, who adjusted himself in the chair and looked at him confusedly. - I have a friend, an editor of a newspaper that was very famous in our generation... right now, it's struggling, and I think you could help each other... our wives are great friends, and I think with a recommendation, you might get a position and grow from there."

- That's great! - Peter responded excitedly.

- There's just one problem... - George said with a sly smile. - You're not going to like him one bit. - He finished, knowing that now he could somewhat get back at the young man for kissing his little princess.

[ ... ]

- And now, it's “Just the Facts” with J. Jonah Jameson, where listeners debate the problems of our city with the Pulitzer Prize-winning... - The interviewer on the radio that Peter was listening to was interrupted by a gruff voice.

- Twice! - someone shouted, interrupting, someone whose voice Peter recognized very well.

- Twice... Pulitzer Prize-winning, editor of the Daily Bugle. - The interviewer complemented.

- Hey! Talk about the book! - J.J.J interrupted again rudely.

- And as always, if you order Mr. Jameson's book, “Spider-Man: Threat or Menace”, within 24 hours of the broadcast, you get an autographed copy at no additional cost.

- No personalized messages, don't even ask! - Jameson warned. - Welcome to “Just the Facts” with J. Jonah Jameson, alerting about threats no one knows exist.

- Let's go to the calls. - He said, answering the first call. - Speak!

- Okay, no offense, but Spider-Man did a good job catching Curtis Connors, right? A crazy scientist who wanted to turn all of New York into reptilians... it's good for everyone. - The caller explained their opinion.

- Oh really? Tell me, are you a police officer? A lawyer? - Jameson asked. - Maybe an award-winning reporter with decades of experience like me?

- Uh, no, I'm a plumber.

- Oh, great. - Jameson smiled sarcastically. - Then fix my toilet and SHUT UP!

- Let me explain something about crazy scientists, heavily armed criminals, entire mafias, or crime bosses. - Jameson said angrily. - When one is arrested, any idiot with a gun, a suit, and a bunch of gold chains thinks they're the next big boss.

- A gang war will take over the streets, affecting our lives, routines, jobs, and our children's schools. - Jameson was now shouting. - But does that webhead idiot care? Of course not."

- He appeared on TV, climbing scaffolding and buildings like a true acrobatic hero, that's what matters.

- Well, if those so-called crime bosses, mafias, and militias are taken down by the webhead... then copper pipes won't cost an arm and a leg. - The plumber said, laughing. - Until that gang war starts, I'm on Spider-Man's side.

- And you'll change your mind when three new mafias want to charge triple for the same pipe... or just break your face! - Jameson warned.

- Well, then let the police do their job properly and take down those mafias, instead of chasing our hero. That way, I won't have to worry about any mafia... until then, Spider-Man is still my hero, since it seems he's the only one actually trying to end this city's corruption. - The plumber said, causing Jameson to grit his teeth.

- GOODBYE! - Jameson ended the call and the morning show for today.

- And the day starts off well. - Peter murmured to himself, finishing his morning patrols that Monday. - Oh, I'm going to need to be paid really well to work for this guy... again. - He laughed, thinking about how he already knew that man from another life.

[ ... ]

Sitting in the classroom, it was 8:45 AM when his phone started ringing. Peter quickly grabbed it and apologized to the teacher, who glared at him. 

- Sorry, Professor Munroe. - Peter said, clicking to end the call.

Only for the phone to ring again before he could put it on silent.

- It's okay, Parker... if you can interrupt my class, everyone has the right to know what it is, put it on speaker. - She said, smiling at the student, thinking he would be embarrassed and shy, but he looked her in the eye and boldly answered.

- Hello! - Peter said, not looking away.

- J. Jonah Jameson... two-time Pulitzer Prize winner. - Peter widened his eyes, knowing what that meant. - Initially, I would ignore a teenager who barely has facial hair trying to join my publishing house, but since it was a request from George, I'll give you a chance.

- Uh... sorry, Mr. Jameson, I'm in class right now. - Peter began, only to be interrupted by the man.

- I don't care! - He shouted, causing Peter to squint his eyes in irritation at such rudeness. - Do you want to study or work? Decide. - He gave his ultimatum, with Peter glancing at the teacher one last time, much to the amusement of the class.

- Fine. - Peter said in acceptance.

- Great, I saw your resume and it didn't impress me, all that nonsense about sciences and lab knowledge... all rubbish. - J.J.J judged. - But, that thing about Spider-Man that Captain Stacy told me, is it true you know where he hangs out during his criminal activities?

- Yes. - Peter replied, rolling his eyes, with the class whispering about it.

- Could you get him to come to our office to take photos and do interviews? - J.J.J tried to push his luck, with Peter already getting tired of it.

- It doesn't work that way, I would be the only point of contact with Spider-Man, he would choose which photos I can sell and no interviews, he doesn't want the spotlight like you believe. - Peter explained.

- Oh, don't give me that! - Jameson laughed sarcastically. - We all want the spotlight, don't be so naive."

- But okay, an internship position is all I have available, a salary of USD 64.57 per photo presented. - Was the proposal Peter received, and although it was great for him as a teenager with his aunt paying the bills, it wasn't how his relationship with her was going to continue.

- Actually, I only accept selling each photo for USD 129.13. - Peter countered, with the man interrupting as expected.

- What an abuse! - Jameson shouted. - Alright.

- And... - Peter continued, this time interrupting the man. - A part-time flexible schedule between afternoon or evening, with a daily rate of USD 48.43. - Peter made his offer. 

- Don't push your luck, kid. I'm doing a favor for a friend. - Jameson said, in what was sure to be another aggressive speech.

- Don't push your luck either, stop boasting about your newspaper as the best in the world because newspapers are outdated, and I'm giving you the chance to start virtual graphic editions with a bang. It's not you doing me a favor; I'm doing you a favor without charging an enormous salary or high position, just a base daily rate for any of your contributors who bring in a good resource. - Peter retorted. The silence was amusing, both in Peter's classroom and in Jameson's office, which had been bustling with activity just moments ago but had suddenly gone quiet, giving attention to their boss and the supposed new employee on the phone who decided to stand up to the one person no one had the courage to confront. - But if you don't want it, it's no problem for me; the Daily Planet seems to have several vacancies with opportunities for students focused on photography and journalism. Goodbye. - Peter then hung up, smiling at the teacher, who didn't know what to say.

It was about ten seconds before the silent room was promptly filled with the sound of Peter's phone ringing again.

- Hello! Is this the Daily Planet? - Peter asked with a sly smile.

- NO! - Jameson shouted. - Alright, kid Parker. I'll test your skills as a Graphic Designer and Photographer for three months, starting with a daily rate of USD 48.43, along with an additional USD 129.13 for each approved Spider-Man photo.

- After the trial period, I'll evaluate your performance and see if we'll continue with your services, possibly offering you the Junior Graphic Designer position we have available... don't waste my time, kid... I want photos, and I want everything by today. - Jameson dictated.

- What time for the contract signing? - Peter agreed, finding humor in the pressure the man wanted to impose, but Peter, with the experience of three different lives, knew well how to handle it. - And I mean a contract with a signature, not a lousy handshake.

- 1:00 PM, in my office, and no delays! - Jameson ordered, hanging up the call.

Smiling at Flash and Gwen, Peter announced.

- I got a job, or something like that. - Peter laughed, with the two glancing at each other before jumping on him.

- Holy crap, my dad would never have the courage to talk like that to Jameson. - Flash said, giving Peter a hug and a playful slap on the head. - That was awesome, Penis-Parker.

- Congratulations, Peter, I knew you could do it. - Gwen said, giggling, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

The entire class then erupted into a state of pure euphoria and debate, never imagining that the nerd from elementary school who was bullied by the tough Flash would start high school like this, as his best friend and even the boyfriend of the beautiful blonde, Gwen.

- Congratulations, Peter. - Said the teacher now. - Now, everyone calm down, let's get back to the lesson... Peter, put your phone on silent."

- Of course, I'll never interrupt the wonderful subject of such an amazing teacher again. - Making the class erupt in euphoria again for the nerd's flirtation with the most beautiful teacher in the school, named Ororo Munroe.

-- Characters Introduced --

Peter Parker:

May Parker:

Gwen Stacy:

Flash Thompson:

George Stacy:

J. Jonah Jameson:

Ororo Munroe (Teacher):

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- Hello! Is this the Daily Planet? - Peter asked with a sly smile.

- NO! - Jameson shouted. - Alright, kid Parker. I'll test your skills as a Graphic Designer and Photographer for three months, starting with a daily rate of USD 48.43, along with an additional USD 129.13 for each approved Spider-Man photo.

- After the trial period, I'll evaluate your performance and see if we'll continue with your services, possibly offering you the Junior Graphic Designer position we have available... don't waste my time, kid... I want photos, and I want everything by today. - Jameson dictated.

- What time for the contract signing? - Peter agreed, finding humor in the pressure the man wanted to impose, but Peter, with the experience of three different lives, knew well how to handle it. - And I mean a contract with a signature, not a lousy handshake.

- 1:00 PM, in my office, and no delays! - Jameson ordered, hanging up the call.

Smiling at Flash and Gwen, Peter announced.

- I got a job, or something like that. - Peter laughed, with the two glancing at each other before jumping on him.

- Holy crap, my dad would never have the courage to talk like that to Jameson. - Flash said, giving Peter a hug and a playful slap on the head. - That was awesome, Penis-Parker.

- Congratulations, Peter, I knew you could do it. - Gwen said, giggling, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

The entire class then erupted into a state of pure euphoria and debate, never imagining that the nerd from elementary school who was bullied by the tough Flash would start high school like this, as his best friend and even the boyfriend of the beautiful blonde, Gwen.

- Congratulations, Peter. - Said the teacher now. - Now, everyone calm down, let's get back to the lesson... Peter, put your phone on silent."

- Of course, I'll never interrupt the wonderful subject of such an amazing teacher again. - Making the class erupt in euphoria again for the nerd's flirtation with the most beautiful teacher in the school, named Ororo Munroe.

[ Previously ]

It was 12:00 PM when Peter left his last class, with his best friends practically pushing him out of school to go to the Daily Bugle. He sped through traffic at high speed, using his spider-sense to avoid losing control of his skateboard, almost making him feel like Tony Hawk from the games he was addicted to.

In his ears, he had a pair of headphones where he listened to his favorite songs, mainly keeping him alert for breaking news, which would play through his headphones via ads that interrupted each sequence of music.

Around his neck hung his old camera, a birthday gift from his uncle, something very special, which he had turned professional through adaptations and software updates he developed during a late-night boredom session.

On the other side of the city, a middle-aged man with a blue suit and thick mustache, with a fierce expression, had been thinking and plotting all morning. He wanted to get back at this cheeky kid who had cornered him, but he was also anxious to find out who had such courage, something rare, as practically no one could argue much with him and not feel oppressed.

[ ... ]

- You're late! - It was what J.J.J shouted when the elevator door opened, revealing a teenager carrying a skateboard.

- Actually, I'm on time. - Peter calmly responded as he stepped forward, envisioning what should have been a chaotic graphic office in one of his previous lives, but now lay quiet before the surprised faces of the adults present.

Everyone there thought someone older would show up, whom their boss had argued with on the phone earlier, or maybe some spoiled and arrogant teenager, the son of some rich guy or important politician who was being punished for some silly misconduct, having to dignify themselves to work for their own sustenance; it wouldn't be the first time something like that happened.

But standing there in front of everyone was a tall and athletic teenager, wearing a black overcoat, studying the environment as if comparing it to something he already knew.

- Wrong! I told you to come at 1:00 PM, it's 2:00 PM. - J.J.J appeared in front of Peter with crossed arms, indicating the main office clock with his face.

- It doesn't surprise me. - Peter murmured, with Jameson smiling at catching the kid. - Yeah, it looks like this place is pretty outdated..., - Peter continued, analyzing the environment. - Analog clocks with AAAA batteries that must be used to the max, causing the time delay. You should at least switch to digital, or at the very least, do like everyone else and use a cellphone. - Peter finished, turning his gaze back to the company boss, indicating the time on his cellphone, which read exactly 1:00 PM.

- Well, don't stall me! - Jameson exasperated. - Where are my Spider-Man photos?

- Oh! - Peter said, rummaging through his bag. - Here it is, sir. - Peter extended the envelope, with J.J.J smiling as he reached for it, only for Parker to pull his hand back in the process. - But of course, the contract first. I'd like to read it, you know... reading is good for a teenager's mind.

- “At least George isn't sending me a moron.” - J.J.J thought as he turned, calling the boy, maintaining his annoyed demeanor but respecting the fact that the kid had the basic sense to read a contract before signing it.

[ ... ]

The argument between Peter and Jameson was just the tip of the iceberg for his employees, who believed it would calm down once the boy entered the boss's office. However, that was clearly not the case due to Parker's rebuttal of every abusive clause he found in the contract J.J.J drafted.

On the other hand, J.J.J retaliated by opening the boy's work card and throwing it in his face, showing that it was empty, with no experience, nothing.

That's when Peter laid out three photos on Jameson's desk, amazing photos capturing different angles and poses of Spider-Man around one of New York's towering buildings.

- Hnpf... - J.J.J grumbled, glaring at the photos with a glint in his eye: - Terrible. - He said as he reached for them. - I'll pay USD 100,00 for all three. - He finished, only for Peter to slap his hand on top of the photos, making an audible sound throughout the office.

- They are USD 129.13 each. - Peter retorted seriously. - And that's non-negotiable. - He finished, pulling the photos back into his envelope.

- And what would a kid like you do with so much money? - Jameson asked, not liking being challenged. No one had ever dared; who was this boy to want to stand up to him?

- Take care of my own life. - Peter responded, cutting him off. - It looks like it was a mistake to come here... at the very least, I thought you'd be professional. - Peter finished, already standing up, confident that he didn't need to humiliate himself like this, not here and not now, like in another life when he always allowed himself to believe he could never achieve anything better.

- Sit down! - J.J.J commanded loudly. - Miss Brant, come here. - He called, as a brunette girl slightly older than Peter, who was spying on her boss's office with two other employees, approached.

- Sir, your wife reminded you about your blood pressure, you should take your medication. - She said, undeterred by her boss's glare.

- I want you to draft a standard contract for Junior Graphic Designer and Personal Photographer for Spider-Man, part-time position on a 5x2 schedule and with flexible hours between afternoon or evening. - Jameson now turned to Parker. - You'll be under my direct supervision for a three-month trial period, don't think it will be easy, and I want to see changes, not just in your work but in the department you'll be working in, give me those... Miss Brant, pay for these three Spider-Man photos, each valued at USD 129.13. - He finished, instructing his employee, who quickly left to complete the task.

- You'll be paid daily at the end of each shift. - Jameson calculated the base salary for both functions, disliking this investment, but he saw no loopholes to allow this kid to take such well-framed photos directly to his competitor, not when all he had regarding Spider-Man were questionable quality videos on the internet. - Calculating, it comes to an estimated USD 48.43, and don't give me that smile, this doesn't come free, your contract will include a non-compete clause.

- If that clause is only in effect while I'm employed by your company, I see no problem... but without a contract, no contract clause. - Peter indicated to Brant, who looked at her boss, and he reluctantly agreed.

- I will want 1 photo of Spider-Man every week. I want exciting, detailed photos with a compelling story behind each illustration. - J.J.J dictated fiercely. - Don't give me any false morals of Spider helping old ladies or saving kittens; I want the public to buy your photos, and respect doesn't make history.

- And let me make one thing clear... I'm paying you very well because in over a year, no one has ever, ever managed to capture photos with such angles and quality as you have. You will hear this only once from me... so you better take responsibility for working as a team to bring our newspaper back to its golden age. - He finished, waving his hand for the boy to leave his office. - Tear up the front page and put this one in the first place. - Jameson said when a large man in a gray suit entered his office. - Spider-Man: Hero or Menace. - He finished, with Peter slightly wavering about whether he was doing the right thing by coming here.

- “This time the salary makes it worth it.” - He thought as he left the office.

[ ... ]

Peter was guided by Betty Brant, who introduced him to everyone in the department. They seemed impressed by the teenager's courage in standing up to their boss. She showed him how the digital time clock worked, the break schedules for full-time and part-time employees, and even took him to a uniform section where the requirement was for everyone to wear business attire, something Peter saw no reason to deny, especially since it would be the only environment where he'd wear a suit. According to Betty, it looked great on Parker.

Once settled at the desk opposite Betty's, Peter immediately noticed the old computer he would have to work with. He started by downloading some cleaning software to get the system running correctly, alongside organizing his desk with his school notebooks, some of which were focused on ideas he had for the Daily Bugle.

He began by re-editing the main covers of the company's website through Photoshop, creating some vector models of the Daily Bugle logo to watermark his photos, as well as reorganizing all the company's social media to attract both an adult audience and a younger one, since the company was heavily reliant on physical prints.

He used entirely original ideas that he'd been jotting down ever since he understood the divisions of realities his soul had traversed.

By the end of the afternoon, he finally posted the last of the three Spider-Man photos. The first two were solely focused on Jameson's distorted view, but for the last one, he had more freedom to write a text, which the editing department practically loved and quickly posted at exactly 6:00 PM, a time when many people left work and went home, thus having an enjoyable and unbiased news story. 

[ ... ]

It was the end of the workday when Peter finally sighed and turned off everything he had used today.

Heading to the elevator after saying goodbye to everyone, not bothering to change out of his suit, he noticed Jameson watching him from a distance with a neutral and even content expression, something Peter rarely saw on the man.

Betty, still sitting at her desk, glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled, genuinely liking the boy and how in a single day he had managed to serve as an advisor to almost every department, all of which were focused on newspaper headlines, but now aimed to chart a path towards digital media.

For many, it might be the end of the night, but for Peter, it was just the beginning. When he skateboarded to an alley, he put on headphones and donned his red and blue suit, a suit he hadn't worn until now but wanted to get used to.

Starting his patrol towards the police sirens on the other side of the city, he barely noticed an invisible blonde panting as she watched him do all this, where for the first time he accidentally used his powers on the street, having to abandon his clothes in the process, and ending his day by discovering the identity of his hero.

Returning euphorically to the tower where he lived and worked with his group, eager to tell his brother, who would go crazy with the news.

[ ... ]

Peter sighed heavily as he lay down on May's bed after a relaxing bath. The woman he thought was asleep soon snuggled up to him, opened her eyes, and just by that, he knew she wanted to hear about his day.

- My first payment. He showed her the wallet containing USD 435.82.

- W-what!? - May gasped in surprise, seeing Peter's happy and tired look.

- I sold the three photos... in the end, I got a permanent job that pays daily instead of freelance, a very well-paid job but with many responsibilities. - He commented on how he was fitting in more as the leader of the graphic sector than just an employee. - But yeah... now I can help with the bills and the mortgage payments... we just need to buy a house.

- Peter... - May murmured, really not believing this was happening. Not that she didn't trust her Peter, but so suddenly and with so much conviction... Peter was showing the same qualities that made May fall in love with Ben Parker. - This is a lot... - She said, undecided, but Peter silenced her with a kiss.

- Just accept my help, and when we buy a house, we can plan how to open the café you've always dreamed of, whether at home or not... I don't know. - Peter said happily. - I just know I want to repay everything you've done for me in life so far. - He continued, giving her little kisses, showing some tiredness from the day.

- No. - May joked, turning him over in bed and making him the little spoon. - Tonight, I'll take care of you, so relax. - She said, grabbing the radio control and turning it on, where “Knocking on Heaven's Door” started playing.

- I love you, May. - Peter said seriously, leaving no doubt about what he felt since she had taken care of him all his life, with even greater affection based on him having lived three lives being so well cared for.

- I love you too, Pete. - She responded lovingly, while her arms caressed his chest and her face nestled in the folds of Parker's neck.

-- Characters and Outfits Presented --

Betty Brant:

Secret Blonde:

J.J.J:

May Parker:

Daily Bugle Uniform:

Tobey Maguire Suit:

Chapter Text

[ Currently ]

Peter sighed heavily as he lay down on May's bed after a relaxing bath. The woman he thought was asleep soon snuggled up to him, opened her eyes, and just by that, he knew she wanted to hear about his day.

- My first payment. He showed her the wallet containing USD 435.82.

- W-what!? - May gasped in surprise, seeing Peter's happy and tired look.

- I sold the three photos... in the end, I got a permanent job that pays daily instead of freelance, a very well-paid job but with many responsibilities. - He commented on how he was fitting in more as the leader of the graphic sector than just an employee. - But yeah... now I can help with the bills and the mortgage payments... we just need to buy a house.

- Peter... - May murmured, really not believing this was happening. Not that she didn't trust her Peter, but so suddenly and with so much conviction... Peter was showing the same qualities that made May fall in love with Ben Parker. - This is a lot... - She said, undecided, but Peter silenced her with a kiss.

- Just accept my help, and when we buy a house, we can plan how to open the café you've always dreamed of, whether at home or not... I don't know. - Peter said happily. - I just know I want to repay everything you've done for me in life so far. - He continued, giving her little kisses, showing some tiredness from the day.

- No. - May joked, turning him over in bed and making him the little spoon. - Tonight, I'll take care of you, so relax. - She said, grabbing the radio control and turning it on, where “Knocking on Heaven's Door” started playing.

- I love you, May. - Peter said seriously, leaving no doubt about what he felt since she had taken care of him all his life, with even greater affection based on him having lived three lives being so well cared for.

- I love you too, Pete. - She responded lovingly, while her arms caressed his chest and her face nestled in the folds of Parker's neck.

[ Previously ]

It was with a completely renewed aura that May had presented herself last week, an arduous week for Parker who had to rationalize his thoughts and personality being shaped into three versions of his own, his student life with Gwen and Eugene, who practically treated him like their protégé in the face of his uncle's recent death, his new professional life with his complicated boss Jameson, along with the flirting and mischief that Betty always provoked in him when she saw him shy and not knowing how to react to compliments, and of course his more dominant and free side as he traveled all over New York, saving his people and being a little more difficult against the bad guys.

If you take into account that the bad guys only carried out big acts at night, everything was going well, although he still helped out against small-time crooks and petty crimes against civilians during the day, he had the night to really act as Spider-Man, with the bravest bad guys appearing at that time.

His life was busy, but he wouldn't trade it for anything, because who wouldn't want to give up their quiet, boring life to have moments of freedom and action that made him feel more and more alive.

He came home exhausted every night and even left in the middle of it, but it was there that everything seemed to renew itself, as if May's lively presence was restoring him from everything he had accumulated during the day, as if the fact that she knew about his identity allowed him to have his moment of venting and normality in not having to hide or hold back, he could be himself with her.

And he wouldn't complain in the slightest, because of all the three lives he had lived so far, this was the only one in which he really felt he had something fixed to keep him stable, it was liberating that after a stressful day he could expose everything to someone, whether it was his interactions at school, his ideas at work that clashed with J. J., and also the stress he was under. J.J., and also the stress of confronting bandits with his arachnid hero persona, of which every day he put on the costume, he had to be a little tougher and more ruthless against crime, because it seemed to be the force that would make him respected and have less crime occurring in his neighborhood and even in his city.

Where again that night, when he arrived home with a sigh, he found May, always present, excited and eager to hug him and make him relax in her arms, as if she saw him carrying out his actions and knew how much he needed comfort.

Little did the boy know that the same was true of his aunt, who in recent times had aimed to close herself off little by little after the tragedies in her life, and that she now felt free to enjoy her dreams and ambitions on this mature and independent side of her nephew, all alongside Peter with both of them planning a life together, without worrying about having to separate at some point.

And so it was, at 00:00, that both of them could have been doing anything apart, whether sleeping or messing about on their cell phones, but they were there, sitting in the bedroom, enjoying the comforting atmosphere in which they were playing a classic called “The Police - Every Breath You Take”.

- And it's funny that every time we hear that song, it starts to rain. - May said, staring at the window where it was beginning to drizzle outside.

- Hm... - Peter mumbled, focused on what he was doing, extremely committed to it and drawing on the memory of two versions of the spider men that had been fused to his soul.

- What are you doing? - May asked, approaching and noticing some of his costumes lying around.

- Custom sewing that I got from variant knowledge... I'm thinking of creating an all-black costume and also something more basic. - He said, pointing to a sketchbook where he had detailed drawings of each outfit he had in mind. - This one is the easiest, I've taken this jacket and I'm customizing it with black details of a spider, it will be accompanied by red gloves and the mask of course... and gee! If I put my mind to tailoring, it would be a success. - He laughed at how, for two of his lives, he had been a professional in the art of sewing and customizing costumes by hand. - But in general, this is the only uniform I'll be customizing, because on the bottom I'll be wearing some black jeans with elastane and dark military boots.

- But... why so many different uniforms? - May asked, confused, but then gave a mischievous smile. - Is my spider trying to win a girlfriend?

- What? - She feigned annoyance. - I don't know about you, but the water bill is getting higher and higher with me having to wash a single sweaty uniform every night. - He said, now laughing. - So at least eight outfits in the closet, one for each day of the week, while on the last available day I put all the others in the wash or mend them. - He finished by winking at her, while he went back to sewing a spider onto his jacket.

- So... where are we? - She asked, all excited about this side of him that was open to his hero stuff.

- This one I'm sewing will be my base costume... something for when I want to walk more on the street and patrol outside buildings. - Peter pointed to the suit, mentally cursing the embarrassment he felt when people stared at him in the other tight suits, and how the bulge at the bottom was quite noticeable, but he would keep that to himself.

- Then there's Spider-Man, a costume made entirely from blue and red elastane stitching, along with those details of hardened clear webbing and white lenses.

- Next up is Amazing Spider-Man, which is also blue and red, but in darker tones, along with those dark hardened web details and the black lenses.

- Then I got my Civil War costume, which comes with the ability to widen and adjust to make it easier to put on, also contains ten extra cartridges of special webbing on the belt, along with these digital lenses that express my reactions from inside the mask, with extra varieties of webbing to use, but which are currently inactive.

- My ideas from now on are to create a night outfit, preferably one that's completely black with emerald green details. And in the future, who knows what idea will come up, I'm still sketching... but in case of emergencies, I have the Iron Spider that materializes in this necklace that I always carry. - Peter said, elated. - In case something gets complicated and I really need to face an enhanced enemy... you never know. - Peter smiled mysteriously, his aunt not understanding, but Parker seemed to know what he was saying, based on the recent news of a kidnapped Tony Stark.

- What about Karen? - May asked, referring to the Artificial Intelligence that Peter's suit contained.

- I don't know yet, she's been silenced since the snap anomaly occurred... I guess I'll just have to keep studying the suit and figure out what settings I need to change for her to be reactivated. - Peter explained, sighing heavily as he finished sewing and studied all the work he had done, proud of where he was, but still a long way from reaching the level of sewing that those two versions of his had. - I have the knowledge of other versions of myself, but I'll need practice to explore all these memories.

- Good, but tomorrow you'll continue. - May had pulled out his costume and put it in the closet. - It's time for bed... you need your eight hours of sleep. - May smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

- More like five. - The boy retorted, returning the kiss and dragging her to bed, with some not-so-innocent ideas of what to do.

Seeing Peter smile jovially was what captivated him most at the moment, and then seeing a look from her, she explained:

- Tomorrow... show up at the address I left on your cell phone. - May said, giggling briefly as he kissed her chin and neck. - I want your opinion on something. - She finished, turning him on the bed and wanting to get on top this time, where she was already thinking of something new to teach the younger Parker, something that Peter didn't see as a problem, really enjoying this new game of theirs, one day with him being the active one and the next with his aunt being the active one.

[ ... ]

- And now for the emails from listeners. - Peter had listened to J.J.J.'s show, “Just the Facts”, which always came on when he was available to leave the company building in order to “capture” a photo of Spidey, a great excuse he got when he always had to leave work and everyone was excited about the idea of a new cover that could put them in charge of the Daily Planet. - May from Queens wrote: “You carry so much anger, I hope you get help to deal with it. It's bad for your health”. - Jameson finished, with Peter smiling that his aunt had actually sent something like that to her boss.

- Well, I know that little lady must just be worried. - Jameson began his reply, with Peter now laughing. He had no idea how this woman in some parallel universe could really be a little lady, but here the situation was very different. - But that's a common misconception that I need to correct.

- I don't carry anger, I carry love. - Peter found his boss even funnier, he could really be offended, but something about having someone challenge him and not flatter him was so good that it made him want to prove himself even more and show that this man was wrong. So, noticing the bandit he was hunting along with his gang that he was tracking, he quickly descended to the ground, punching the first one right in the center. - I denounce injustice, corruption and crimes against humanity... because I love this city. - His boss had a point, if it weren't for his obsession with the spider, everyone would give more credit to how he showed no fear and always aimed to expose the corruption of high-ranking members of society, members that the police themselves were afraid to go against and Jameson openly declared his point of view.

Then, punching and jumping on three more tattooed and muscular members of the gang, the spider knocked them out coldly and ruthlessly, gluing them with webs to the structure of a building and looking at them with disappointment.

- I want this city to improve... so, May from Queens! What does my voice show? - Jameson continued his speech while Peter got deeper and deeper into knocking out the thugs with brute force, in order to make it clear that beating up and robbing that teenager from his school hadn't been a good idea... that this city wasn't unprotected... and that from now on Spider-Man wasn't just going to play around with serious things, that if someone hit a civilian, they would receive double the damage. - It's love! NOTHING BUT LOVE.

- Hm... - Peter muttered as he aimed at the last gang member, who pointed a gun at his head, but Peter quickly slapped him with great force, breaking his wrist in the process and breaking the gun into a few pieces, with bullets rolling to the ground. - Maybe I'll write on the bridge in New York: I LOVE YOU JAMESON. - Peter said to himself.

- And you, you little creature. - Peter turned his gaze back to the thug, as his lenses closed and glowed crimson. - You'd better stop fucking around with teenagers who should only care about grades and school romances, or you won't be able to walk anymore. - He pointed at the gangster's legs, while steel claws came out of his back and seemed to want to slice the man's limbs in sheer menace. - So, I ask you? After you get out of the chair... will I see you carrying out crimes?

- Or will you come to your senses and try to find a job... we all start from the bottom and I don't see the slightest problem in helping those who come to me on the YouTube channel... but defending crooks is the last thing you'll see me doing, because know that this was my warning... and from today onwards I'll only warn you once. - Peter had said everything in a voice altered by the costume, from which someone in the corner was recording everything and this warning would surely soon be exposed on social media. - Anyway, have a great time in jail... I look forward to hearing from you if you choose to change your life. - Peter had finally said this when a police car came braking towards him, and he spun his webs, speeding out of the area, under the gaze of the civilians, the police and, above all, an animated woman in black clothes, crouched above a building.

- Spider... - The stalker whispered, all excited by this new side of him.

[ ... ]

It was 7:50 PM when Peter left his job, sighing exhaustively after having to respond to three more police calls to assist with criminals attempting to rob a bank, holding the manager hostage, and another related to an attempted rape that the beta version sensors he placed in the city were able to detect. This filled him with extreme fury as he secured the woman and beat the scum of society who almost caused the torment of the worst nightmare a woman could suffer.

Thoughts of improving these sensors and radars often made him daydream about methods to enhance this technology, seeking ways to finance it, perhaps with the police, but he knew he needed something quickly... He knew that the moment Tony Stark returned from his abduction, the range of heroes and villains would be exposed very quickly, and he wanted to have the city well prepared for it, maybe even others beyond the United States... but he still didn't know how to explore this, not with his strength and abilities as unexplored as they had been.

Finally, he had a case where he had to rescue a kitten from a tree, receiving in the process a radiant smile from a child, which made Peter at least happy about something in the day... seeing the joy of the child, he realized he would never forget his biggest fans, he wouldn't grow as a hero and forget the civil and working class, he wouldn't focus his life on fighting grand villains and then isolate himself in some organization or building, he would be there for everyone.

- But for that, I need to explore more of my physical capabilities... now that I'm stopping to hold back against the criminals, maybe I can start to loosen up a bit and really train my strength, speed, and endurance. - Peter murmured to himself as he traveled between buildings, performing maneuvers that made him feel alive. - Oh, how I wish I could build a Scouter like in Dragon Ball. - He laughed at how having a power level notion like in the games would be so useful. - Unfortunately, I didn't transmigrate to this universe like those manga, where's my status window? - He shouted to himself as he landed in an alley, where, noticing no cameras around, quickly changed his suit.

Sighing deeply as he fitted his headphones and placed his skateboard at his left foot, he finally played “Stealth - Judgement Day.”

His path to where May had asked him to go was calmer as he watched people leaving their jobs, teenagers going to have fun with their friends, cars stuck in traffic.

Yes... as strange as it was, Peter loved watching the traffic, how everyone there was starring in their own lives and he was just one among billions.

As he passed by an alley, Peter heard a thud he was very familiar with. Turning off his headphones, he noticed the sounds coming from an alley he would pass with his skateboard and finally stopped before entering.

It was a dark alley, but with his vision, he could clearly see five figures surrounding one against the wall, taking turns punching and kicking cowardly at one person, with no chance to fight back.

He wondered if he should use his suit, but knowing it was just a fight between teenagers, he opted to act like an interfering teenager. Who would be crazy enough to think he was Spider-Man just for getting involved in a little alley fight?

- So, are you going to give us the money or not? - A muscular man said sarcastically, spitting in the face of another boy, a boy very familiar to Peter. - Answer, Thompson. - He indicated he was going to hit with a baseball bat.

- I... - It was Peter's new friend who tried to say something. With the man approaching with his ear, sarcastically and confidently, while pretending to be superior, something that made Peter widen his eyes as he saw Flash bite the guy's ear and brutally tear off a piece, spitting the piece out in the process that fell to the ground.

- Ah! - The man screamed, pushing the blonde and aiming the bat back, as if all this movement would make him hit harder. - Kill this son of a bi... - He would continue, but Peter grabbed the end of the bat and stopped the man from continuing the beating.

- Language, kids. - Peter announced with an emotionless face to the leader, who tried to wrestle the bat from Peter, but only served to lose the bat when Peter pulled it and threw it to the other side of the alley. - Didn't your mothers teach you that it's very wrong to hit others? - He continued, when he felt a blow coming towards his neck, which, by ducking and picking up the torn piece of ear, saw the gang leader fall to the ground from the impact of his colleague.

Seeing that two more were going to surround him to beat him, Peter quickly pulled a knife from his boot and spun it in his hands:

- No, no, no. - Peter smiled sarcastically. - You don't want to do that, so do yourselves a favor and get out of here, your little friend is going to need some stitches... - He extended the piece of ear. - Go quickly, you need to put this on ice fast, otherwise, everyone here will need it. - He finished, gripping the knife and making it clear in his eyes that he had no problem stabbing them.

- Parker... - Flash murmured, spitting blood as he got up and saw the thugs running away, carrying their leader.

- Eugene. - Peter said the name his friend always hated and that Peter loved to call him by, seeing the surprise on his friend's face, but also the contained resentment. - Care to explain?

- No! - Flash cut in as he picked up his broken phone from the ground. - And I don't know what kind of steroids you've been taking since you lost your uncle, but don't get involved in this or you'll end up dead. - The blonde finished, leaving hurriedly, with Peter left speechless.

- “What the hell is happening in this city?” - Peter thought as he went to get his skateboard. - “Is there a new leader of these gangsters, with some crazy power that gives them the courage and audacity to act in the city like this, or was Jameson right that with the fall of the Lizard, really every criminal would feel brave enough to rise and want to take power of something?”

- Ah, screw it. - Peter cursed as he put on his headphones, but his ears heard the sound of footsteps nearby. Looking around suspiciously, he didn't notice anyone... but with the strange feeling of being watched and as he lightly approached the wall, he could only look up and down, getting a shiver. - Creepy. - He finished, putting on his headphones and quickly getting on his skateboard as he left the alley, away from any ghostly presence there, or maybe just his own delusion, you never know.

Little did he notice that his approach put him face to face with a breath-holding entity, an invisible blonde woman who became visible and sighed in relief, thinking she had been caught:

- Ahh... Johnny will love this. - The woman laughed excitedly, giving signs of stopping a recording on her phone with something characteristic of the number "4.

[ ... ]

== Forest Hills, Queens ==

Entering a predominantly residential neighborhood in the central part of Queens, Peter looked for the address May said she would meet him at.

He barely had time to change out of his company suit, just wanting to leave there and go home, but in the process, something always had to interrupt him, this being the last place he sought to go before just wishing to crash into bed after a very relaxing bath.

Arriving at a house where a large truck had just left, Peter noticed the comfortable environment here, a place with a rustic and beautiful house, far from the standards of city buildings, along with a grassy plot surrounded by a white fence.

Next to it were also houses with this rustic aspect, but in unique ways he had never seen in his other lives, maybe a different standard of this universe, little he knew, only that he liked it a lot. Where studying the environment and checking if this was indeed the address May sent him, Parker finally heard:

- Peter! - It was a very familiar cheerful voice, which immediately made him smile as he felt comfortably hugged from behind.

- Good evening, May. - Peter said smiling as he kissed her forehead, then smiled as she seemed all excited and couldn't help but kiss him on the mouth, looking at him face to face with that cheerful smile.

- So? - She asked, smiling towards the door she left open.

- So what? - Peter asked. - Are you ready to go home?

- Think, silly. - May flicked his forehead. - This is our home from today. - She indicated, taking a step forward and extending her arms to the whole property with the house.

- No way. - Peter laughed at her censuring face.

- Let's go in, I have a lot to tell you. - May pulled him inside. - And, by the way... Welcome home. - She finished, kissing him on the mouth, then pulling him the rest of the way and taking him inside.

Into his new home, his new life, where he would create new stories with his aunt from today, forming a whole new arc of adventures and living with May Parker, his aunt who would always be with him in this everyday life and tumultuous life of a hero.

Little did they both notice, that in the neighboring house, a blonde and a redhead were watching the scene with wide eyes:

- Uh... Gwen? - A redhead said strangely. - Is that really his aunt?

- Yes... - Gwen replied. - I think so, Mary. - She finished thoughtfully and even surprised by the kiss she saw from her best friend and his aunt.

- I think I'm starting to get interested in this friend of yours. - Mary replied mischievously, while pulling her new friend. - You can start telling me everything about this Peter Parker.

-- Characters Introduced --

Hidden Stalker:

Eugene Thompson:

Invisible Woman:

Gwen:

Mary:

May Parker:

-- Suits Introduced --

Urban Suit:

Spider-Man Suit:

Amazing Spider-Man Suit:

Civil War Suit:

Iron Spider Suit:

Night Suit in Process:

Chapter Text

- Man, I'm dead. - Peter sighed as he landed on top of a building. - Time to go home and get some sleep... - He looked at the holographic clock in his field of vision in the Iron Spider suit, which had finally shown signs of life earlier today, but which was only the time, with no sign of Karen, and speaking of time, seeing that it was three o'clock in the morning, Peter quickly stretched out in this suit that looked uncomfortable, but was very nice to wear. - Sleep, right... even a little.

- Ah... now that I don't have Karen, I could create something to store my research. - Peter muttered to himself as he jumped off the building and propelled himself with his webs. - An encrypted USB stick might do the trick. - He asked himself, hardly noticing how the lenses of his iron suit sharpened slightly, as if they were bored.

- Oops! - Peter saw something just down the alley, so he dashed towards the duo, who were going to tackle a man who had fallen to the ground. - Someone needs help.

- Good evening, my fellow citizens. - Peter fell into their midst, swiping at the target who was aiming at the civilian with a rusty crowbar.

- Spider! - The bandit, on his feet, cursed as he aimed a blow at Peter's back.

- I just have one question. - Peter pretended to laugh under his mask. - Do you want it with the claws or without? - He asked with two pairs of sharp claws emerging from his back in a technological process that no one there had ever seen.

- Mercy? - The thug dropped the crowbar, already knowing it was a bad idea to continue, because the way Spider-Man had been acting over the last week, it was scaring even his boss.

- Of course... have a good rest. - Peter said sympathetically, his claws retracting. - In jail. - He finished off with a punch to the thug, knocking him out and pinning him against the dumpster.

- Are you all right in there? - Peter helped the fallen civilian to the ground, lifting him up and checking for any injuries.

- I'm fine, thanks. - The man said. - This gang is starting to terrorize the neighborhood these days.

- Yeah, I heard... - Peter sighed tiredly. - I'll keep an eye out... if you feel something might happen like this again, lock yourself in the truck, speed off and call Yuriko Watanabe, she always gives me information in real time. - Peter handed the civilian a Police Department card. - Anyway, are you all right?

- Yes, I'm fine. Thank you very much, Spider-Man. - The man smiled as he shook Peter's hand. - I have to go and give my statement, thanks for everything.

- No problem. - Peter stood there, watching the man climb into the truck and start the engine. - Lock the door. - He reproached the man, who laughed at the feeling of being corrected by someone who looked younger than him.

With a final nod from the garbage truck driver, Peter soon saw the vehicle pull out of the alley. He sighed once again at how tired the patrol had been, having been on the run since 19:00.

- Okay... Sleep, definitely sleep. - Peter mumbled to himself, adjusting his headphones to alert him more loudly than usual in case another crime occurred, but focused solely on falling into bed and hugging May until the next morning. - That's it, nothing bad will happen.

[ ... ]

- Good morning... - Peter said sleepily, putting on his printed T-shirt and an unbuttoned jeans shirt. May hugged him from behind, kissing his face, his chin and then his mouth.

- Rough night? - May asked, going over to the table and helping herself to the coffee Parker had prepared.

- Three cases overnight, I just got back from the last one. - Peter sighed as he rolled onto his back. - Some seem to understand that they shouldn't continue with this nonsense, but others who are braver seem to be coming forward more and more.

- I know that expression. - May said curiously. - You've got an idea, spit it out.

- Yeah... maybe the towers around the city will help prevent a tragedy from happening... but I don't know. - Peter looked a little lost and accepted it when May sat on his lap, feeding him.

- One step at a time, Pete. - May said sympathetically. - You're the first hero to act, and soon there will be others to help over time.

- But I want more... and I know I shouldn't. - Peter admitted. - I know I can go further, I can use more strength, stop restricting myself with every blow, every run or every jump.

- Have you been restricting yourself? - May asked, curious and even surprised.

- You have no idea... I spend more energy focusing on containing myself than actually fighting crime. - Peter smiled at the look on her face. - Let's just say that as much as I want to hug you and fall face-first into these two wonders of yours here. - He nuzzled his face into his aunt's cleavage. - I can't really let go without the risk of hurting or crushing you.

- Have you turned into a Hulk, by any chance? - May laughed, nuzzling her nephew's head into her breasts. - Because you look like a defined tiger like that, you're not going to tell me you're going to become a bodybuilder.

- Nah. - Peter denied it amusingly when he stood up abruptly under his aunt's euphoric shout, lifting her up and down with ease. - My body is different from the others, well... at least different from when I hadn't been bitten by the spider at Oscorp. - He said, lowering his aunt, and once again returning to the paradise his aunt carried with her.

- What do you mean? - She laughed at her nephew's antics, not denying his advances, not when he arrived too late and still had time to look after her so well, having to leave again in the middle of the night, but she had learned to deal with this side of her Peter.

- My structure was evolved when I was bitten by a spider, everything was strengthened internally by what I studied and examined myself, unlike normal, my muscles are now made of cobwebs. At least not exactly like that, but a kind of protein gel that coated my entire muscular structure. An ordinary spider produces a web that is five times stronger than a steel cable... a genetically modified spider goes much further and this is reflected in the gel that coats my muscles, making them beyond ordinary human standards. - Peter adjusted his glasses, which although he didn't need to wear, he still liked the way it connected him to his late father, with May loving it when he got all “professor” on him. - Not to mention that my body produces more Actin and Myosin in my muscles, so even though I have the capacity to lift 20 tons, I don't have a grotesque, abnormal volume of muscle, just a definition as if I were totally healthy on a diet and regular hypertrophy training.

- And it's not as if I can walk into any gym and ask if they have twenty-ton weights to put on the bench press... so really... I'm at a loss as to how strong I can be, having to control myself at all times so as not to go overboard and destroy the house, people, objects and everything around me. - Peter laughed in deprecation.

- You can't yet, tiger. - May planted a kiss on his forehead. - I know you'll develop something, this mind is too brilliant to allow itself to stagnate. - This time she kissed his cheek. - And let's face it... - May laughed, kissing his chin. - Being too strong... is a very good problem to have. - She finished with a kiss on his lips.

- Eugene says I've been taking anabolic steroids. - Peter laughed when he felt his aunt stop caressing him, only for him to start reciprocating.

- Rosie's son? - May asked, worried. - I never liked her husband and, as he always treated his children in public, I hope he hasn't spoiled this friend of yours.

- Well... - Peter said a little uncertainly.

- Peter? - May asked in false reproach.

- Let's just say he's a complicated case of a bully who used to torment the boys... even with me he used to get on my nerves, although between us it was just him getting on my nerves. - Peter said, remembering how Eugene had been changing. - Maybe in another universe he'd be one of those clichéd bullies from 90s movies... but no, here he's... well, I don't think his relationship with his father is very good, I don't know... he doesn't talk much when we go out to play basketball.

- And do you intend to find out if there's anything there? - May asked, knowing how Rosie had been distancing herself from her for some time.

- It's none of my business to meddle in adults' lives. - Peter said seriously. - But Eugene has a younger sister... if I find out that this guy is a typical child abuser who takes out his frustrations on his children... I wouldn't have the slightest problem throwing him in jail.

- Just like your uncle. - May muttered with a smile.

- What? - Peter asked, confused.

- Your uncle, Ben... he was always peaceful and welcoming to everyone, but he had a specific moral code. - May remembered when he was still alive, especially this version of the current universe and where she came from, which had the Avengers. - If it involved children or animals... he would make the criminal pay himself.

- I miss him. - Peter sighed, with his aunt snuggling into his embrace.

- I miss him too. - May agreed, only to jump into her nephew's lap in surprise when the doorbell rang. - What a fright.

- Have your breakfast. - Peter slapped his aunt on the butt as she got up. - That must be Gwen.

- She's got the hots for you, hasn't she? - May asked when she saw her nephew stop and turn around with a strange look on his face. - Just saying, ever since you invited her to show her our new house, I've seen the way she looks at you.

- Can you tell? - Peter approached his aunt, standing a few centimeters away from her. - Does that bother you?

- Peter... - May gasped when he touched the back of her neck, pulling her to him.

- Should I be content to be monogamous and ask Gwen to marry me? - Peter planted a kiss on May's lips.

- Invest in our relationship... - Another kiss.

- Getting married... - Another kiss.

- Have children and live happily ever after with my best friend? - Peter finished with a tongue kiss.

- Or should I mark you as mine, just like when we landed in this universe and you got this tattoo, along with memories of who I am and where we came from?

- Mark it. - May gasped excitedly, pulling Peter into a lustful kiss just like the one they'd been having since they started this relationship. - She already knows about one of your secrets... and she's so good for you. - May wrapped her arms around his neck and they both ignored the second knock on the door. - Damn, you have no idea how sexy you look when you let your powers guide your personality.

- You have no idea how I'm going to get you tonight. - Peter slapped May on the ass. - I'll be back at 8pm, I want to see you wearing the costume I sewed for you.

- Do you want to play superhero? - May bit her lip naughtily.

- Bye, May. - Peter left, picking up his bag and his skateboard by the door.

He had to leave quickly, to the laughter of his aunt, because if he continued for another minute with the flirting they'd been doing like a couple on their honeymoon, he'd really act like it and skip school to be with her on his day off.

So, opening the door, Peter saw his best friend, as always waiting for him with her stylish fat bike, but she wasn't alone, as Gwen began to say excitedly beside him:

- Pete! - Gwen hugged him euphorically. - Let me introduce you to my new friend. - He turned to the top three redheads he'd ever seen in the world.

And Peter said top three, because as beautiful and hot as she is, there was no way he could get Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff out of his heart, not after seeing the Black Widow fight in the Avengers Civil War and having the sexy and dangerous redheaded witch come out in force with a squad of women to protect Peter in the battle against Thanos.

- Pete, this is Mary Jane... Mary, this is Pete. - Gwen couldn't keep her excitement down, not even when Peter looked a little confused.

- Hey. - Peter said, taking reference to where the name came from, almost as if he knew her very well and he did, but not with this appearance... the appearance was also similar to someone from another life, but that wasn't the case here.

- Hi! - Mary said with a smile, which reminded Peter of things that mouth had done, which he couldn't help but look familiar with when he had an outburst of cool emo phase.

- Do you know each other? - Gwen was surprised.

- Yeah... no! Wait, I don't know her. - Peter denied amusingly. - I just thought of two people.

- Nice to meet you, Mary Jane... - Peter sighed after the hasty denial, holding out his hand to the redhead. - I'm Peter Parker.

- I know, I recently moved in next door. - Mary greeted cheerfully.

- Really? - Peter asked, watching Gwen affirm excitedly in a way that made her face look very cute. - It's less than a week since I moved in with my aunt.

- Aunt? - Mary said in surprise. - So young and pretty, I thought you were her girlfriend. - The redhead continued playfully as she looked him in the eye.

- “Fuck, she knows.” - Peter thought, seeing the wry humor in her eyes, as if she knew some secret that would give her an advantage in something.

- And then... Gwen. - Peter took his attention away from the wonderful redhead. - What's the ceremony? Are you cutting class?

- What? - Gwen said as if it were a sin, causing Peter to raise a smile. - Of course not! Mary is transferring to our school, so I thought I'd include her in our morning routine.

- A routine for both of us? How cute, just like a married couple. - Mary grinned at Gwen, as if they were already best friends and had exchanged secrets.

- Really? - Peter pretended to be surprised, not playing the shy game, because if there was one thing he understood about Mary Jane in her other life, it was that once she's put in charge of something, she abuses it, and abuses it too much. - I was afraid of saying it out loud and sounding syrupy or deluded. - Peter laughed, to Gwen's surprise. - But the rumor in class is that you've been getting close to the school nerd in order to date the great basketball star Flash Thompson.

- What a bunch of bad characters. - Gwen closed her eyes at the rumors that she would use her best friend like that. - I would never use you.

- Really? - Peter turned Mary's game against him, now aiming at Gwen. - You've never used me? In any way? - He laughed disingenuously, reminding her of when they kissed in the old apartment, Stacy's face flushing.

And if it was any proof of how women tell each other everything, it was how Mary Jane laughed knowingly at what Peter was saying, making it clear right there that she knew about the kiss between him and Gwen.

- Peter! - Gwen picked up the newspaper from the floor and hit him on the arm, pretending to be scandalized. - Let's get to class, Gwen has a scooter too. - She showed the electric scooter on the fence next door.

- Will you be able to keep up with us? - Mary Jane smiled at Parker and went to get the scooter.

- I can manage. - He grinned at Gwen, making her shy about knowing his identity secret, especially about how he was so fast and sturdy getting across town to school, while she always went with her electric fat bike.

- So come on, tiger... I want to see if it's all that. - Mary got on the scooter, taking one last look at Parker's house and then smiling mischievously at him, speeding off as Gwen got on the bike with the huge tires.

- Fuck... - Peter cursed ironically, giving the two of them a head start as he walked across the tiles, through the fence and onto the sidewalk, seeing the two of them already reaching the corner of this dead-end street. - This girl certainly knows, she knows I'm fucking my aunt. - So he laughed, giving his skateboard a boost, which made him accelerate greatly as he jumped onto the sidewalk with the strength he had, along with the stamina to cross the city easily with a skateboard.

-- Characters Peter Remembered –

Natasha Romanoff (Universe M-199.999):

Wanda Maximoff (Universe M-199.999):

Mary Jane Watson (Universe M-96.283):

Gwen Stacy (Universe M-96.283):

-- Characters and Objects Presented --

May Parker:

Gwen Stacy:

Mary Jane:

Gwen's Electric Fat Bike:

Mary's Electric Scooter:

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- “Fuck, she knows.” - Peter thought, seeing the wry humor in her eyes, as if she knew some secret that would give her an advantage in something.

- And then... Gwen. - Peter took his attention away from the wonderful redhead. - What's the ceremony? Are you cutting class?

- What? - Gwen said as if it were a sin, causing Peter to raise a smile. - Of course not! Mary is transferring to our school, so I thought I'd include her in our morning routine.

- A routine for both of us? How cute, just like a married couple. - Mary grinned at Gwen, as if they were already best friends and had exchanged secrets.

- Really? - Peter pretended to be surprised, not playing the shy game, because if there was one thing he understood about Mary Jane in her other life, it was that once she's put in charge of something, she abuses it, and abuses it too much. - I was afraid of saying it out loud and sounding syrupy or deluded. - Peter laughed, to Gwen's surprise. - But the rumor in class is that you've been getting close to the school nerd in order to date the great basketball star Flash Thompson.

- What a bunch of bad characters. - Gwen closed her eyes at the rumors that she would use her best friend like that. - I would never use you.

- Really? - Peter turned Mary's game against him, now aiming at Gwen. - You've never used me? In any way? - He laughed disingenuously, reminding her of when they kissed in the old apartment, Stacy's face flushing.

And if it was any proof of how women tell each other everything, it was how Mary Jane laughed knowingly at what Peter was saying, making it clear right there that she knew about the kiss between him and Gwen.

- Peter! - Gwen picked up the newspaper from the floor and hit him on the arm, pretending to be scandalized. - Let's get to class, Gwen has a scooter too. - She showed the electric scooter on the fence next door.

- Will you be able to keep up with us? - Mary Jane smiled at Parker and went to get the scooter.

- I can manage. - He grinned at Gwen, making her shy about knowing his identity secret, especially about how he was so fast and sturdy getting across town to school, while she always went with her electric fat bike.

- So come on, tiger... I want to see if it's all that. - Mary got on the scooter, taking one last look at Parker's house and then smiling mischievously at him, speeding off as Gwen got on the bike with the huge tires.

- Fuck... - Peter cursed ironically, giving the two of them a head start as he walked across the tiles, through the fence and onto the sidewalk, seeing the two of them already reaching the corner of this dead-end street. - This girl certainly knows, she knows I'm fucking my aunt. - So he laughed, giving his skateboard a boost, which made him accelerate greatly as he jumped onto the sidewalk with the strength he had, along with the stamina to cross the city easily with a skateboard.

[ Previously ]

One more day, Peter wanted to sigh heavily about how hard life was, but no, based on his having three life experiences with different adventures and routes, his knowledge of life and method of acting was following a pattern never before followed.

Having already lived in a world of the early 2000s, another spectacular life around 2012, one in a world of heroes and villains around 2015, he had now put all these lives together by starting high school in 2008, and this time with all this life experience it was the easiest thing to act knowing how to react to things or manipulate them to follow a route.

Gwen and Mary took it as their life's work to flirt with Peter at school, somehow their sweet and dear Stacy was being corrupted by the redhead who had transferred in the last few days and for some crazy reason, the two of them joined forces in wanting to make Peter's life unique and beyond a recluse who kept going to the teachers' lounge to talk and ask questions about subjects he was getting lost in his notebooks and notes.

As a result, people began to pay more attention to Parker, because his newfound popularity with the two prettiest girls in school and his friendship with the basketball star were really making him an interesting subject of gossip in the gymnasium.

Work, which was as natural as it could be, with Peter acting more inside the office, sorting out which photo to present this week about Spider-Man and following Betty, who really pulled him to lunch whenever she took a break, explaining about the company and guiding him, was interrupted when Peter sighed as he heard a shout from his boss's office.

- Parker!  - It was J.J.J. who summoned him, and to the laughter of his colleagues, who were already used to the scene these two played out every afternoon, they soon saw Peter get up and walk away. - Don't walk, run, kid.

If Jameson was red on the other side of the glass that separated his office, now he looked like he'd eaten an extremely strong chili pepper, seeing how Parker stared at him as he stopped, headed for the water fountain to drink some water, ignoring his “summons”.

[ ... ]

- Good morning, Mr. Jameson... - Peter said after three long minutes of him drinking water, under the grace of the office. - I've brought you some water, as coffee would disturb your blood pressure medicine.

- Parker! - Jameson shouted, but was soon flustered when an alert sounded in the room.

- Mr. Jameson, watch your blood pressure. - Betty said through the intercom.

- Parker... - Jameson sighed, even accepting the glass of water his new employee had brought. - How many times do I have to tell you that when I call you, you have to be in my office.

- Do you mean this week, or the count since I was hired last week? - Peter feigned innocence as his boss's face turned red again.

- It was a rhetorical question... when you're told to come here, come immediately. - Jameson said, but Peter was no longer looking at him. In fact, he was staring at the blonde on the other side of the room, who was holding a folder containing various documents.

- Hi! What's up? - Peter approached, understanding the hand as a greeting.

- Hello! - The blonde with the incredibly blue eyes replied with a smile.

- I'm Peter Parker, and who are you?

- Ahm... - The blonde seemed surprised by this because, however innocent the polite introduction, it was clear to see the intent in his eyes. - Felicia Hardy.

- Nice to meet you, Felicia Hardy. - Peter smiled, but never stopped staring into her incredible eyes.

- This isn't the best time, Parker. - Jameson sighed, as if he were looking after a child and not an employee.

- I was just introducing myself. - Peter explained himself, but even he didn't believe it, to the laughter of the man next to Jameson.

- It's become common knowledge throughout the office that this is how you flirt. - The man next to Jameson said under Peter's fake frown. - Especially with your coworker.

- Life is too short to act so serious. - Peter grumbled. - But hey, what did you fail at to have to call me?

- Nobody failed at anything! - Jameson shouted, only to wave at the glass pane, appeasing Betty from pressing the intercom that sounded more like a siren, so sighing, Jameson put a smile on his face and pointed his hand. - As you already know, this is Felicia Hardy, the Hardy family is organizing a ball at the Police Department in support of George's heroic acts against the villain Curtis Connors and Spider-Man.

- You mean the villain Spider-Man confronted, saving the city and the life of his best friend, a police captain? - Peter corrected everything he'd heard, to the laughter of the blonde next to him.

- Yeah, something like that. - Jameson cut off the argument. - We need someone to cover a story about the heroic acts of our police here in New York. Miss Brant is already likely to accept, as she never misses a party... but I also think it could be an opportunity to give her field experience.

- That would be great. - Peter changed his joking countenance, which he always used to lighten the mood in the office, and became more professional, as he always was when things were serious.

- Don't get too excited. - Jameson said. - This is a very important party, Miss Hardy's mother is sponsoring it and I'm hosting it.

- I can handle it... - Peter smiled confidently, really enjoying how acting with a firm hand was the right way to gain Jameson's respect, even if they still had their heated arguments every afternoon. - So, you're setting me up with Betty, I'm even shy like that. - And finally he returned with his ironic manner, to the laughter of the blonde.

- Well, nice to meet you. - Felicia wrote down Peter and Betty's names, handing Parker four invitations. - See you tonight at the ball. - She left the office in full view of Peter.

- I think I'm in love. - Peter admitted, under a weary sigh from Jameson.

- I really did get a son, not an employee. - J.J.J complained, picking up a card. - Parker, go to this address and get yourself a decent tuxedo to wear tonight.

- Don't you trust my fashion sense? - Peter declared, pretending to be offended, but still accepting the card.

- You come to work in a skateboard, pants, a sweatshirt and a printed T-shirt. - Jameson stated the obvious. - And no, Betty isn't your date, each guest is entitled to one companion. - Jameson didn't care who Peter took.

- You look like you've never been a teenager. - Peter grumbled as he left the office, wondering how anyone would be so happy to go out for the evening.

[ ... ]

Speeding through the buildings of New York, executing skillful maneuvers, Peter headed for the coffee shop where his Aunt May works. Despite the turbulent traffic and the crimes of cabs overtaking traffic lights or minor accidents that occurred due to the inattention of some behind the wheel, the city seemed to be calmer lately, the fact that Peter as Spider-Man was being more ruthless with the bad guys reflected in a result of unease, with crimes occurring during the day when Peter travels with his webs through the countless buildings of the city, leaving the most daring criminals to venture out only in the dead of night, which is really where crime organizations seemed to grow and Peter was already thinking about how to work on it.

The music echoing in his ears before his iron spider suit, which although it was intended for superior enemies, was still the most adaptable to put on and retract back into the collar around his neck without wasting time or arousing suspicion.

(Turn around, bright eyes)

- Every now and then I fall apart. - Peter sang in addition to what he was hearing.

(Turn around, bright eyes)

- Every now and then I fall apart. - He continued singing, heading towards Central Park.

Seeing children trying to cross the busy street. Peter approached in an agile landing motion a little ahead to block traffic while helping them cross safely, waving to them as they continued on their way and he took a big leap onto a building.

- And I need you now tonight

- And I need you more than ever

- And if you only hold me tight

- We'll be holding on forever

- And we'll only be making it right

- Cause we'll never be wrong

- Together we can take it to the end of the line

- Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time

(all of the time)

- I don't know what to do

- I'm always in the dark

- Living in a powder keg and giving off sparks

He spots an elderly woman struggling to carry her shopping bags. He glides up to her, offering to help, accompanying her to the bus stop and all the time singing her song.

- I really need you tonight

- Forever's gonna start tonight

(Forever's gonna start tonight)

Looking across the congested street, Peter comes across a broken traffic light, causing chaos in the traffic. He quickly takes control of the situation, directing traffic with gestures and acrobatics, ensuring that everyone crosses safely. At no point does he stop with his music.

- Once upon a time I was falling in love

- But now I'm only falling apart

- Nothing I can say

- A total eclipse of the heart

- A total eclipse of the heart

- A total eclipse of the heart

Hiding in an alley, Peter soon checked for cameras, so when he saw nothing nearby, he tapped his chest, his iron armor retracting, leaving only his ordinary clothes.

Heading towards the café, the familiar façade of the café came into view.

The bell at the top of the door jingles, announcing his arrival.

- Peter! - Exclaims Aunt May from the other side of the counter, under the attention of her coworkers. - What brings you here? Is something wrong? - She said worriedly, coming quickly towards him.

- Maybelle Parker... I've come to ask you on a date. - Peter got down on one knee, faking a very forced romantic scene.

- Stop it, boy. - May lifted him up, slapping him weakly on the shoulder. - Be serious. - She laughed at his antics and headed back to the counter, accompanied by him, who stood where the line would be, but there was no one waiting.

- Serious. - Peter laughed at his coworkers, finding it funny. - I have to cover the police charity ball at Jameson's house... so I need a date.

- He immediately thought of his aunt, what an honor. - She pretended to be shocked.

- May. - Peter said, looking straight into her eyes. - I know we don't have many opportunities to go out and have fun, and you need to go out... just imagine becoming one of those old aunts who watch TV and drink tea... my goodness. - Peter laughed at his aunt's face, who always had a soft spot when people thought she was old.

- And... - Peter pulled out his wallet and a Black card. - Jameson is paying for my tuxedo, so I've worked out a way for Betty to persuade him to release the card to buy something for our companions.

- What do you think? We'll have lunch together on your break, then we'll buy a tuxedo for me and a dress for you... I can get you back in time for work. - Peter looked at the time, seeing that it was almost time for his aunt to have lunch with him near his house

[ ... ]

- That's so cute! - May clung to Peter's arm as they walked into the store Betty had pointed out. - But aren't you worried about what people will think?

- People will always gossip and think what they want... and I don't really care. - Peter didn't deny his aunt's contact. - And having you in my arms is nothing to be ashamed of, let's let them gossip about their aunt and nephew being so close, God knows what a boring life they have to look after.

- Do you want to wear a black tuxedo or a white one? - May asked, under a strange look from her nephew. - Black, definitely black.

- It's better to avoid so much attention. - Peter laughed at his aunt, who went to one of the saleswomen, thus beginning an annoying process of putting on and changing clothes until she found the one that best suited him.

- Oh, I think I like this one. - May said as she spun around and let her dress do its balancing act.

- It certainly looks good... very good indeed. - Peter approached her, pulling her to him with a discreet touch on her ass.

- You're getting naughtier by the day, aren't you? - May smiled, seeing how a more distant saleswoman could see where Peter's hands were squeezing.

- Someone needs to look after my aunt, and the salespeople are already thinking we're a couple. - Peter laughed, at what Eugene made fun of every day, saying that finally the “Parker Penis was becoming Chad”. - And I love that color on you... the neckline too, especially it. - Peter dried off and couldn't help comparing it to today's busty blonde, where, even though his aunt wasn't as well-endowed as Felicia, each of them was still sexy in their own way.

- My God, you don't know what you're doing to me. - May smiled as she looked him in the eye. - Helping me with the bills for the new house, being so responsible, looking after me and always picking me up from work.

- You're ashamed, Aunt May. - Peter whispered seductively in her ear.

- Anxious about some acquaintance, seeing your nephew flirting with his own aunt? - He whispered seductively in the other ear.

- Excited by them discovering that at night, you wear a naughty spider-woman costume and have your wrists tied to the bed, - Peter looked her in the eye, again having that dominant expression of the first time she was seduced, of how he allowed himself to surrender to his powers and act freely. - Being totally at the mercy of his considerate son?

- Oh, my God. - May blushed and covered her face, trying to hide her silly smile. - You're becoming more and more naughty, what do you hear with my shy Peter?

- It's your fault for throwing me into this stream of active and passive interludes every night. - Peter smiled at how he always tied her up in bed, but that she was also the one who liked to tie him up sometimes. - You're the one who has no idea how my personality and ego have changed.

- Oh, darling, I know exactly what I'm doing to you. - May looked up with a teasing smile. - After watching all your lives and how hard everything was. I know exactly what I'm shaping you into so that you can enjoy everything you have and get everything you want.

- And what's your goal? - Peter moved away slowly as a saleswoman approached the entrance to the store. - Because just today I had to restrain myself from flirting with my teacher Munroe, restrain myself from pulling Gwen into a corner and kissing her in front of Mary Jane, feign shyness around Betty to have her tease me like a horny slut at the innocent newcomer and even shamelessly blow-dry a busty blonde client at the company, right in front of Jameson.

- Let me take care of everything, you just have to keep acting the way you have been... and tonight at the dance, maybe you'll get lucky. - May smiled as she straightened up and indicated that she would want to take this one.

With the saleswoman getting all excited about closing the sale of a tuxedo and a dress, she quickly went to prepare everything, while the couple got changed, little knowing that these two were not boyfriend and girlfriend or married, but an aunt with her nephew.

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- It certainly looks good... very good indeed. - Peter approached her, pulling her to him with a discreet touch on her ass.

- You're getting naughtier by the day, aren't you? - May smiled, seeing how a more distant saleswoman could see where Peter's hands were squeezing.

- Someone needs to look after my aunt, and the salespeople are already thinking we're a couple. - Peter laughed, at what Eugene made fun of every day, saying that finally the “Parker Penis was becoming Chad”. - And I love that color on you... the neckline too, especially it. - Peter dried off and couldn't help comparing it to today's busty blonde, where, even though his aunt wasn't as well-endowed as Felicia, each of them was still sexy in their own way.

- My God, you don't know what you're doing to me. - May smiled as she looked him in the eye. - Helping me with the bills for the new house, being so responsible, looking after me and always picking me up from work.

- You're ashamed, Aunt May. - Peter whispered seductively in her ear.

- Anxious about some acquaintance, seeing your nephew flirting with his own aunt? - He whispered seductively in the other ear.

- Excited by them discovering that at night, you wear a naughty spider-woman costume and have your wrists tied to the bed, - Peter looked her in the eye, again having that dominant expression of the first time she was seduced, of how he allowed himself to surrender to his powers and act freely. - Being totally at the mercy of his considerate son?

- Oh, my God. - May blushed and covered her face, trying to hide her silly smile. - You're becoming more and more naughty, what do you hear with my shy Peter?

- It's your fault for throwing me into this stream of active and passive interludes every night. - Peter smiled at how he always tied her up in bed, but that she was also the one who liked to tie him up sometimes. - You're the one who has no idea how my personality and ego have changed.

- Oh, darling, I know exactly what I'm doing to you. - May looked up with a teasing smile. - After watching all your lives and how hard everything was. I know exactly what I'm shaping you into so that you can enjoy everything you have and get everything you want.

- And what's your goal? - Peter moved away slowly as a saleswoman approached the entrance to the store. - Because just today I had to restrain myself from flirting with my teacher Munroe, restrain myself from pulling Gwen into a corner and kissing her in front of Mary Jane, feign shyness around Betty to have her tease me like a horny slut at the innocent newcomer and even shamelessly blow-dry a busty blonde client at the company, right in front of Jameson.

- Let me take care of everything, you just have to keep acting the way you have been... and tonight at the dance, maybe you'll get lucky. - May smiled as she straightened up and indicated that she would want to take this one.

With the saleswoman getting all excited about closing the sale of a tuxedo and a dress, she quickly went to prepare everything, while the couple got changed, little knowing that these two were not boyfriend and girlfriend or married, but an aunt with her nephew.

 [ Previously ]

- Peter, stop fiddling with that tie. - May said, watching him adjust his collar for the tenth time. - You're already perfect.

- Do you think I should have brought the extra camera? I haven't even been able to buy one yet, I'm using Uncle Ben's old one. - Peter said a little embarrassed. - What if the one I brought is faulty? What if I don't get the pictures Jameson wants? It's practically a test here. - He said, acting all anxious.

- Peter, breathe. You're one of the most talented photographers I know. And, look, I know a lot of photographers... well, actually, just you. - May laughed, looking at her nephew. - But the point is: you're going to rock.

Peter looked around as they handed out the invitations and finally entered Jameson's unassuming house, seeing policemen, politicians and people who seemed important chatting away.

- It's just that... everyone here seems so important. And I'm just... Peter, the kid who takes pictures of Spider-Man... - Peter felt totally out of place. - Yeah, let's go back, I'll order pizza and we'll watch Back to the Future until we go to sleep.

- Not at all. - May smiled as she faced Peter, touching his face to reassure him. - Besides, you're here because you deserve it. Jameson wouldn't have called you if he didn't trust your talent.

- It's more like the audacity not to bow your head to him. - Peter sighed with a laugh. - Yeah, you're right. I just... hope I don't do anything embarrassing. Like knock over a cake or trip on the carpet.

- Peter, if you knock over a cake, I guarantee you'll be the best-selling picture in the Daily Bugle. - May turned towards the lounge, wrapping her arm around her nephew. - “Photographer destroys cake at charity event”, it would be a spectacle. - They began to walk, the boy becoming more comfortable, his aunt getting into the mood of always making jokes like him when he gets anxious. - Oh, and Peter... if you see Gwen, don't look all awkward, okay? Take a deep breath and act as you have been doing, because she's already smitten with you, there's no need to force anything.

- Aunt May! No, I'm not here for that... oh, forget it. - Peter dropped the argument when he saw in her eyes that his aunt's focus really was on that.

[ ... ]

It had been a while since the beginning of the ball, so far Peter had been a true gentleman in being his aunt's date, even though he had never danced in that world, there was another one where he was older and had to date an Asian girl with powers identical to his own, a girlfriend who really made him integrate into this world of parties, theoretical experience he had, now he was showing it in practice with his aunt, who was guided by him and not the other way around. So, after his aunt got thirsty and went to have punch with Eugene's mother, Parker left them alone to talk and re-establish their friendship, with the excuse that he needed to go around the hall in search of some photos.

And he did. Ever since he was invited to work, Peter had been taking his job very seriously, taking pictures that would be interesting or just in case Jameson and the Police Department wanted to keep them as souvenirs, because with his old Polaroid, everything that was stored he could leave for the Daily Bugle and everything that was printed he distributed to the staff, even to his boss and his friend's father, this ball being a celebration of George's recovery from his heroic acts against the villainous Lizard.

Increasingly in demand from the police and agents, Peter walked around the hall taking photos and meeting new people. Betty was the main one working there, interacting directly with the Hardy heiress and all the politicking and bureaucracy, others were more receptive, as there was no denying that the hero had saved their captain, with Peter answering several questions about how there were only specific points in the city where the hero passed and allowed himself to be photographed, cutting off any connection or suspicion of a link with the hero.

Further away, Peter recognized Yuri when he went for a shot of who knows what drink, seeing how beautiful she looked in that red dress, but he couldn't show any familiarity, as his connection with the Police Department was between Spider-Man and Watanabe, and not her with the simple Peter Parker, but that wasn't enough, as the otherworldly beauty in the white dress who was at his side suddenly stared at him when he had finished his punch, so Parker acted quickly, setting his glass down on the table and indicating the camera.

Seeing her whispering to Yuri, the Asian woman, who worked with Spider-Man supervising Oscorp's surveillance towers, looked at him and waved for him to come closer.

- Good evening, I'm Peter. - He introduced himself to Yuri and then looked at the platinum-haired woman. - Photographer for the Daily Bugle.

- And Spider-Man's photographer. - Yuri added to her friend, who, as much as she had a look that was killing Peter, still wasn't interested, and that made it all the better in the face of a woman so...

My God, it's a good thing no one there could read minds, that's what Peter's gaze looked like when he stared directly at a point between the two women, as if he were staring at someone very far away separated by a virtual screen from reality. He then turned his gaze back to the two women.

- Well, not today. - Peter smiled, showing that he wasn't forcing titles on anyone. - Would you like some? - Peter pulled two photos out of his blazer, showing one of some policemen with George and another of Jameson himself with the police captain.

- I'd love to, I'm Yuri, Watanabe Yuri. - The Asian woman replied in greeting.

- Silvija Sablinova. - The platinum-haired woman also introduced herself.

- So I'm shy with such a common name... I'm just Peter Parker. - He feigned a joke, to the laughter of the policewoman and the penetrating gaze of the platinum-haired woman.

Starting to take some photos of the pair, Peter could see in the corner how May was studying him and looked pleased, wondering if he had ended up awakening some crazy fetish in Parker, or if she had always been like that and he had never noticed, because the normal thing would be for someone to be jealous, but his aunt seemed more and more excited about making Peter seduce the whole world.

- They were great. - Peter looked at the photos, handing some to Yuri and some to Silvija.

And suddenly, feeling something coming quickly towards him, Peter felt himself being hugged from behind in a way that he was getting used to.

- Peter! - It was Gwen who said excitedly, under the attention of the two women in front of her. - Is that why you refused my invitation today?

- It's your father's fault for making me a slave to the system. - Peter laughed as he turned around and hugged her. - I could very well be free to go out with you, but it's his fault I got a job.

- Ah, so you're the official photographer for the evening? I'll have to be careful not to strike any ridiculous poses. - Gwen stood back with a silly smile on her face, fixing her hair like this.

- I don't think you could strike a ridiculous pose even if you tried. - Peter flirted as he had been doing more and more with his best friend.

- Well, that was... well... I brought MJ, it was supposed to be the three of us, but you rejected me. - Gwen pretended to puff out her cheeks.

- So I'm already losing out to the redhead? - Peter pretended to joke, seeing Mary Jane further away, talking to Gwen's mother.

Stacy, seeing the two women standing there, smiled embarrassedly and then said:

- Sorry, Yuri. - Gwen said blushing. - I hope I didn't interrupt.

- Not at all, Mr. Parker was taking pictures of us. - Yuri smiled at her boss's daughter, showing her the photo in hand. - And you know each other?

- He's my best friend. - Gwen answered immediately, under Peter's gaze.

- I think we're a bit past that stage... - Peter smiled when he saw the blush on his best friend's cheeks. - MJ... what a surprise to see you here. - Peter said to the sneaky redhead coming up behind him.

- How do you always know I'm around? - Mary Jane complained childishly as she stood next to Parker.

- Maybe I am God. - Peter was direct and smug, to the laughter of Gwen, who had already seen the two of them start to trade barbs. - Or maybe I'm losing my best friend to the new girl in class, so I'll keep a close eye on you. - Peter looked her in the eye.

- You know, tiger... nobody likes a cocky guy. - Mary Jane said wryly, tossing her hair to one side, pretending to be the most exuberant person on the planet and even that she was close to the top. - Aren't you going to compliment my dress? I bought it just to steal Gwen for myself.

- I was going to compliment the hair. - Peter dried it and really couldn't help but pretend to be flirtatious, because this redhead was out of this world. - But nobody likes a cocky girl. - Peter added, to louder laughter from Gwen.

- Don't you two start. - Gwen put herself in the middle of Parker and Watson. - I'm not an object to be seduced and bought.

- That's right! Respect the beautiful girl, Mr. Parker. - Mary Jane feigned respect for Gwen's personal space, which placed her above Peter.

- Yes, but it was with me that she had her first kiss... not with you, Mary Jane. - Peter was straightforward about how he was the one who got the most on the field there, to everyone's surprise and Stacy's blush. - Or I could have just been dreaming... you never know how the teenage mind deceives you. - Peter pretended to be lying, but it was clear to the redhead that Peter was the one who was above her.

May, who had been watching from afar, soon approached, with five women now circling the rookie photographer from the Daily Bugle, and if he wasn't noticing, everyone else was, because five of the most beautiful women in the salon were walking around him and the boy wasn't showing anything very special apart from the suit that fit his defined body very well.

- Peter, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend? - May asked, curious.

- Of course. Aunt May, this is Gwen Stacy. Gwen, this is my aunt, May Parker. - Peter realized only now how he'd never really had his best friend close to his aunt, Parker being the one who visited Stacy's house the most.

- Nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker. - Gwen greeted Peter's aunt with a kiss. - This is my friend and Peter's friend from school, Mary Jane Watson. - She indicated the redhead, who also greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

- Friends are a tricky thing. - Peter feigned disinterest as the redhead punched him weakly in the shoulder.

- Friend, yes. - Gwen corrected Parker. - And this is Yuri Watanabe, a supervisor at Oscorp Towers who works in my father's department. - Gwen pointed to the Asian woman.

- Nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker. - Yuri said hello. - This is my date, Silvija Sablinova. - She indicated to the platinum-haired woman who turned around with two glasses of punch from the table behind her, Yuri receiving one, then allowed the platinum-haired woman to greet Peter's aunt.

- It's my pleasure, dear. - May smiled at the woman with the incredible platinum hair, who for the first time that night seemed interested in something, and this didn't go unnoticed by Peter, who saw his aunt being dried off by Sablinova, pulling Yuri along to the punch table, handing one to May, then Silvija went on to talk to May and Yuri in a corner away from the teenagers.

- Yeah, well... Gwen, are you going to stay here all night? - Peter asked, staying with his best friend and the redhead.

- Yes, I'm here with my family. But if you want, we can talk later. Or... maybe dance?

Peter was surprised by the suggestion, because as beautiful as his best friend was, she was still a complete nerd like him, and didn't really follow the trendy patterns of the popular girls at school, but Mary Jane intervened before he could answer.

- Peter would love to, Gwen, then we'll dance together and maybe the tiger will be lucky enough to have you both. - Mary Jane, being the most brazen, quickly went back to trying to make Peter shy and submissive, as she had been trying to do ever since she enrolled at the school and made it her priority to want to dominate Parker.

- Would I be lucky, MJ? - Peter laughed wryly as he looked the redhead in the eye, not letting a Mary Jane dominate any relationship, because from his life experience, that was asking the redhead to abuse her freedom, and he wasn't willing to be anyone's doormat in another universe. - You're good... great. - Peter pretended to flirt, but always made it clear that he wasn't falling in love with the redhead, like the rest of the school was. - But not the only one. - He turned his gaze to Gwen, making the blonde blush.

- Then it's settled. Later, Peter. - Gwen smiled silly, pulling the redhead away, where they started whispering to each other.

As Peter sighed and walked over to the table, he quickly poured himself another glass of punch.

- Well, it looks like you have a dance engagement, Peter. - It was Betty who was on the other side of the table. - Look, when I had the shy guy following me around at work, I wasn't expecting him to be a hot woman magnet.

- And you know that very well, don't you? - Peter smiled at his coworker, seeing how next to her was a wonderful blonde wrapped around his arm. - Hi, Felicia, how are you?

- Amazing. - Felicia smiled at the boy she had met this afternoon. - That camera of yours has been a big hit with the police department. Mom is so happy that everyone is enjoying the dance.

- I'm glad. - Peter smiled, then sipped his punch. - I'm not used to dances or parties like that, but it's kind of nice... really nice, actually. - Peter grinned at Betty, as he looked over to where his aunt was standing with two other women, making Brant laugh mischievously.

- I knew there was a naughty boy underneath that shy photographer. - Betty laughed along with Felicia. - All that muscle hidden under baggy T-shirts and sweatpants wasn't adding up.

- And how do you know I have that much muscle? - Peter turned the tables on her, knowing full well how, on his first day at the Daily Bugle, his colleague had dried him off while he wore his company suit.

- Oh, Peter... don't force me across this table to check it out myself. - She dried him off in his suit, showing how a well-fitted outfit was doing wonders for the teenager with a body defined like an athlete's. I don't know where you've been working out or what you've been doing. - I don't know where you've been working out or what you've been taking, but it's best not to stop.

- Natural, chicken, egg, supplement and creatine diet. - Peter began, only to have his colleague skirt around the table, under the excited shouts of Felicia dragging her along.

- Fucking natural. - Betty stood in front of him. - Don't hide the game.

- I have no idea what you're talking about. - Peter laughed. - But since you're here, how about I buy you both a drink? - He asked, then poured two glasses of punch. - On behalf of our good boss.

- I knew the dynamics of the company were going to change when someone got in Jameson's face over the phone. - Betty accepted the punch.

- It's part of my charm. - Peter agreed, handing the second glass to the blonde. - How about some photos? I'm still working.

- We all are. - Felicia agreed, where, as much as she already had a target of interest she'd been chasing for a while, she couldn't help but feel the same way about the boy. - But first you'll have to show if you can dance as well as Miss Brant here. - She laughed excitedly when Betty allowed herself to be released to include her colleague.

- If holding a glass while you dance next to me to gain morale is any good, then yes. - Peter laughed as he feigned shyness, but he didn't deny dancing with this blonde, especially as the music got livelier than the slow dance he'd had with May and he really seemed to loosen up with much of the audience around him being adults

It was doing wonders in his life to stop this frenzy about any active attitude on his part being a reason for people to suspect him of being Spider-Man, because in reality no one did and reaching this consensus took him three lifetimes before he realized that every single person was too busy to stare at him in search of the identity of the Neighborhood Friend.

- Okay. - Felicia looked at Betty and saw her confirming excitedly. - Let me do all the work.

With Felicia pulling him into the middle of the crowd on the dance floor, Peter soon began his second dance of the night, this time with a specific person who would be linked to two sides of his life, little knowing how close they both were to knowing his identity, but at the same time, so far away from it.

For Spider-Man's first obsessive villain had just been brought into their lives, and little did they both know it.

-- Characters Introduced --

Peter Parker:

May Parker:

Betty Brant:

Gwen Stacy:

Mary Jane Watson:

Felicia Hardy:

Yuriko Watanabe:

Silvija Sablinova:

Jonah Jameson:

George Stacy:

Chapter Text

[ Previously ]

As Peter sighs and walks over to the table, he quickly pours himself another glass of punch.

- Well, it looks like you have a dance appointment, Peter. - It was Betty who was on the other side of the table. - Look, when I had the shy guy following me around at work, I wasn't expecting him to be a hot woman magnet.

- And you know that very well, don't you? - Peter smiled at his coworker, seeing how next to her was a wonderful blonde wrapped around his arm. - Hi, Felicia, how are you?

- Incredible. - Felicia smiled at the boy she met this afternoon. - That camera of yours has been a big hit with the police department. Mom is so happy that everyone is enjoying the dance.

- I'm glad. - Peter smiled, sipping his punch straight away. - I'm not used to balls or parties like that, but it's kind of nice... very nice, actually. - Peter grinned at Betty as he looked over to where his aunt was standing with two other women, making Brant laugh mischievously.

- I knew there was a naughty boy underneath that shy photographer. - Betty laughed along with Felicia. - All that muscle hidden under baggy T-shirts and sweatpants wasn't adding up.

- And how do you know I have that much muscle? - Peter turned the tables on her, knowing full well how, on his first day at the Daily Bugle, his colleague had dried him off while he wore his company suit.

- Ah, Peter... don't force me across this table to check it out myself. - She dried him off in his suit, showing how a well-fitted outfit was doing wonders for the teenager with a body defined like that of an athlete. - I don't know where you've been working out or what you've been taking, but it's best not to stop.

- Natural, chicken, egg, supplement and creatine diet. - Peter began, only to have his colleague skirt around the table, under the excited shout of Felicia dragging along.

- Fucking natural. - Betty stood in front of him. - Don't hide the game.

- I have no idea what you're talking about. - Peter laughed. - But since you're here, how about I buy you both a drink? - He asked, then poured two glasses of punch. - On our good boss.

- I knew the dynamics of the company were going to change when someone bumped into Jameson over the phone. - Betty accepted the punch.

- It's part of my charm. - Peter agreed, handing the second glass to the blonde. - How about some photos? I'm still working.

- We all are. - Felicia agreed, where, as much as she already had a target of interest that she had been chasing for a while, she couldn't help but feel the same way about the boy. - But first you'll have to show if you can dance as well as Miss Brant here. - She laughed excitedly when Betty allowed herself to be released to include her colleague.

- If holding a glass while you dance next to me to gain morale is any good, then yes. - Peter laughed when he feigned shyness, but he didn't deny dancing with this blonde, especially as the music was more lively than the slow dance he'd had with May and he really seemed to loosen up with most of the audience around him being adults.

It was doing his life wonders to stop thinking that any active attitude on his part was a reason to suspect him of being Spider-Man, because in reality no one was suspicious and it took him three lifetimes to reach this consensus that everyone was too busy to look at him in search of the identity of the neighborhood friend.

- Okay. - Felicia looked at Betty and saw her confirm excitedly. - Let me do all the work.

With Felicia pulling him into the middle of the crowd on the dance floor, Peter soon began his second dance of the night, this time with a specific person who would connect two sides of his life, little knowing how close they both were to knowing their identity, but at the same time so far away from it.

For Spider-Man's first obsessive villain had just been brought into his life, and little did they both know it.

 [ Currently ]

- The element we use today can't stay stable for long. - That's what Peter was watching on the podcast in which Sérgio Sacani was explaining about a totally new change that the world has been paying attention to recently. - So we can't generate energy, that's basically it.

He was at Mary Jane's house when her father left for work that Sunday, and the redhead invited him and Gwen to spend the afternoon together.

And if the look on Watson's face meant anything, it was that she hadn't been thinking innocent thoughts at all since their recent dance together.

To his left was Gwen playing with her hair and to his right was Mary studying his arm in search of a tattoo that would look good on Peter.

- What is the element that stabilizes this process? - Sacani's voice on the podcast asked the presenters, to which he immediately replied. - It's Tralphium.

- The advantage of this is that grams of tTralphium will produce energy for a long time. The current focus that Space-X and Nasa are making in this space exploration is to travel to the moon, obtain Tralphium and then a little bit of this compound will be enough for all of humanity. - Peter listened attentively to the podcast where the presenters began to discuss this, making him watch as the television next door showed a live stream of a rocket leaving the planet.

He didn't know when it started, but just like the first time Gwen had taken sides, she did it again, giving Parker a short kiss on the neck, under Mary's attention, who, looking Stacy in the eye, repeated the same kiss on the other side of Peter's neck.

- That's it! To have Tralphium is to stop hydroelectric plants, to stop radioactive waste. - Sacani's voice on the podcast explained something that now matched what all the worldwide commotion had been about since Elon Musk made his rockets that land backwards available so that a team determined to return to the moon could finally be taken safely. - It's clean energy and efficient energy.

When he finally felt his concentration fade as Gwen pulled him in to plant a kiss on his mouth, which Mary then repeated, pretending to be competing with Stacy, Peter felt something in his body react as any heterosexual in his place would.

- Damn it, just do what you want. - Peter laughed mischievously as he grabbed Gwen and Mary by the back of the neck, pulling them against each other.

And it seemed that's what they wanted, because the blonde and the redhead immediately started tongue-kissing right in front of him, making Peter feel even more provoked by their hands rubbing his cock hidden by his sweatpants.

What these three did was something that once again pushed Peter's personality towards something he had never explored in his other lives, but more importantly, it was how it distracted him from what was so important, because when Jameson's son working at Nasa in support of Space-X aimed to get off the ground in the search for Tralphium on the moon, when the rocket flight finally succeeded, how something got in his way, something that the whole world saw and the only person who knew what it was, was too busy giving two of his best friends from school a treat.

[ ... ]

== Sidereal Space ==

- Really, this is the time to say "Houston, we have a problem". - A blond man in a space suit said on a rocket that had just left the Earth's atmosphere.

- Ventilation still working, Captain Jameson. - A black woman said, taking a co-pilot's seat next to her captain.

- Communication systems down, the meteorite had damaged the hull. - A dark-haired man in the background said as he pressed various buttons, controlling the alerts, but still frightened by the rocket losing its previous propulsion.

[ ... ]

- I still don't know how the biggest nerd in the class can be best friends with the captain of the soccer team. - Mary Jane said to Gwen, who looked back, seeing in the background Peter surrounded by the people from the back of the class and how this interaction of all of them around Parker didn't match at all.

- But wait, Parker Dick. - Flash said, not understanding a damn thing, to the laughter of his friends. - Why can't we synthesize this Tralphium ?

- So we did it, but it doesn't come out the way the compound should. - Peter tried to explain without getting too scientific and confusing Eugene even more.

- But what, is it gravity that influences that? - Flash's new girlfriend asked, being one of the school's biggest nerds, but who had been joining this strange group ever since her girlfriend turned out to be the class nerd's best friend. -

- No. - Peter denied it. - It's ultraviolet radiation hitting the lunar rock directly.

- I got it! - Flash raised his voice. - This radiation stuff takes a long time, and since the moon has been directly receiving it for who knows how many years, it forms the Tralphium right.

- That's it. - Peter agreed. - It's something natural that we haven't yet managed to reproduce in the laboratory.

- But now there's something else, on earth... there's Tralphium in one place. - This time, Peter even received attention from Professor Munroe, who was correcting some notebooks, waiting for the rest of the class to finish their activities. - In the core of the planet... and there's a place in Greenland where the Earth's core is leaking.

- Leaking, what do you mean? - Flash's girlfriend asked again, looking very similar but still very different from the version of Liz Allan he had met in one of his home universes.

- I knew it. - Flash shouted in victory. - The Earth is hollow. - He celebrated with his friends from his team, agreeing as he acted out the cliché of a brainless thug, to the laughter of the class.

- Fuck, no. - Peter punched his best friend in the shoulder. - Look, there's a place in Greenland that's a geological anomaly, a place that has a fissure through which Tralphium is leaking.

- There are a lot of companies eyeing this location, because what they want to do, instead of trying to invest absurdly like Nasa got sponsorship from Elon Musk, they want to install a mega power plant.

- If Tralphium is leaking, why didn't they choose this place in Greenland? - One of Flash's friends asked.

- NASA only got sponsorship from Elon Musk when it wanted to present its space projects and everything they've achieved since they were founded at the time of the Space Race. - Peter explained the obvious. - Few people, with so much money, are interested in investing in the planet's core and, above all, few are interested in taking the risk of going there.

- I still don't understand how the biggest nerd in the class gets all this attention and how he uses his tongue so well. - Mary teased Gwen excitedly, making Stacy blush in respect for what the trio had done the day before, barely noticing how some of the girls and the teacher herself were listening to what the two most beautiful girls in the class were whispering.

[ ... ]

- The armor is badly damaged, does anyone know a good repair shop nearby? - Jameson Junior pretended to joke, standing outside the rocket under the recording of his co-pilot.

- Despite Captain John Jameson Junior keeping his sense of humor. - A journalist said live. - The question remains. Will the rocket be able to land safely? Here's Elon Musk in an emergency interview, answering all questions about his landing technology and how the damaged shielding and the loss of the navigation computer could be critical to the Tralphium mining mission.

Jameson paced nervously and anxiously around his office, watching his best employees and interns watch the story that featured his son.

- Any news on when my son will land? - Jameson asked, seeing how the whole office was making calls today and investigating everything they could.

- If it lands, of course. - One of the collaborators murmured, under the sharp gaze of Peter, who indicated to Betty something silent that only the two of them understood.

- We'll leave you alone, Mr. Jameson. - Betty dragged her colleagues away. - Shout if you need to.

Jameson, who had always kept a stoic and arrogant face, showed a worried expression for the first time when Peter came out last and saw how tense his boss really was about all this happening to his son.

[ ... ]

- Do you know that there are American heroes who don't support your idea? - An interviewer asked Elon Musk on an open network. - Neil Armstrong, Eugene Cernan. They both testified against commercial space flight the way you're developing it... and I wonder: what do you think of that?

In the background, the televisions showed both the lives of the astronauts who were going through the recent difficulties in the search for Tralphium, and the accidents that Space-X suffered with each rocket it developed.

- I was very sad to see that. - Elon replied. - Because these guys are... yes... these guys are my heroes.

- They inspired you to do it, didn't they? - The gray-haired interviewer asked.

- Yes. - Elon answered directly.

- When you had your third failure in a row. - The interviewer looked Elon in the eye. - Did you think "I have to stop this"?

- Never. - Elon answered again directly.

- Why not? - The interviewer smiled at the sight of one of the richest men in the world, already knowing how determined everyone was.

- I never give up. - Elon concluded. - Just like that whole team of new space heroes, they're trying at all costs to solve the problem and return home.

[ ... ]

It was late at night when Peter finished a quick patrol against bandits who had decided to show their courage in front of the entire population occupied with the television news.

But as the neighborhood friend never stops, Peter had his fourth bandit suffer some debilitating injuries from the intervention of society's trash, so he could go straight to the capital, taking advantage of all his speed and leaps over buildings, maneuvering quickly with webs in a way that would take too long to travel by car, thus exploring what it was like to be a genetically enhanced human.

Hearing a noise on his cell phone as he read the messages in his haste, Peter smiled:

"Tiger, come on, the whole gang's in the cafeteria."

It was a message from MJ, along with a selfie of her in a sexy astronaut outfit.

"Peter, come in costume, everyone's going crazy about the city suffering a blackout."

It was a message from Gwen, along with a selfie of her in her Oscorp Tower lab suit.

- I think a break is in order. - Peter sighed as he dropped his hidden backpack, wondering if he should take a chance with this new outfit. - Just one last thing to round off the evening.

[ ... ]

- They said that as soon as the rocket entered the Earth's atmosphere, Nasa would lose contact with the live feed that was being recorded and watched around the world. - An interviewer on television said that everyone at the Daily Bugle was watching, with Jameson further away on the phone. - It has been reported that the entire city will suffer a blackout so that the Space Ship troops can locate Nasa's only illuminated point.

- Whatever you know about my son, let me know immediately. - Jameson said seriously.

- Of course, Jonah, right away. - The voice on the other end of the line tried to reassure J.J.J.

[ ... ]

- Fasten your seat belts, people. - Jameson Junior said, alert to the exhaust jets finally losing control of the rocket, as they descended rapidly under the gravitational force pulling them towards the Earth. - May God keep us safe tonight.

With the captain's final announcement, the entire rocket descended towards the planet, its shielding affected by the entry into the atmosphere.

[ ... ]

With everyone in the campus cafeteria, even when classes weren't in session, even the teachers gathered to watch the space landing, on which the television showed a simulation of what Space-X had been working on with Nasa to land the rocket safely, bringing back the entire team of astronauts safe and sound.

Changing from a space mining mission on the moon, to an emergency rescue that was making the whole planet alert in the news this week.

- Thank you for supporting the school. - Liz Allan said to two costumed children with lanterns in their hands, who were buying sweets in front of her. - Our funds will go to the FEAST organization that the Jameson family sponsors.

In the center of the courtyard, the soccer team danced in cheerleader outfits and fake breast pads, singing a forced cheer for the return of the Space Ship.

- That's it! - Liz shouted at Mary Jane and Gwen, who were laughing as she shone a light on them and recorded the soccer team. - Get your asses right.

- Yeah! - A blonde next to her celebrated along with her. - Wait, are you making fun of us?

[ ... ]

- Nothing yet, boss. - Jameson's contact spoke to him, being directly at the Nasa landing center. - Jonah, I'm so sorry. - He said to his father on the other end of the line, but something in his field of vision interrupted him, because with a distinctive launching sound, they all saw webs forming above them.

It was like a rocket launch, but the process was reversed, as the rocket, which had been gaining worldwide attention over the last few days, descended rapidly from the skies, crossing the entire country, and finally descended towards Earth, performing a maneuver that everyone saw taking place in the simulation.

In the midst of the darkness of the entire United States of America, it was the blooming webs that shone above several buildings, showing in the gloom that the center of everything was in Washington, D.C.

Huge webs in the shape of arrows that guided an entire flourishing route directly to Nasa's headquarters and thus had thrusters reducing their speed little by little.

It was then that the rocket landed safely, leaving all those watching flabbergasted that Space-X hadn't finally blown up a rocket, especially one manned by the new generation of astronauts in the midst of the darkness that an entire country had been left in, with a single hero available to guide the new generation of human heroes home, who, even if they failed in their mission, were still going to explore the vastness of the universe one day.

[ ... ]

- Jonah, everyone's safe. - Jameson listened on the other end of the line, having to rub his eyes as the whole city suddenly reconnected. - And you won't believe it, Spider-Man guided the rocket to us.

- He did it... my son did it. - Jameson said with a smile, disconnecting the call. - How did you do it so fast, kid? - Jameson muttered to himself, seeing how the only person who wasn't there in the office was his intern.

- HEY! - Jameson suddenly shouted to his team, who were celebrating in front of the television, which was turned on, showing a hastily made live recording with a view of the rocket landing amidst all the cobwebs around it. - I don't pay you to watch television. Give me an agenda in seventeen seconds or you'll all be fired.

- Miss Brant, where is my intern? - Jonah asked the girl roughly.

- It's his day off, boss. - Betty replied without giving it much thought. - He's probably going out with some girl, like any teenager would.

- That nerdy-looking brat, never in his life. - Jameson denied it vehemently, making the brunette laugh at how far from the truth that was.

[ ... ]

It was late in the afternoon when Peter arrived at his school campus, still wearing his urban outfit. He took off his mask and put it in his backpack, then finally put his skateboard on the ground and climbed onto it, entering the grounds full of students and teachers.

- Oh, shit. - Flash started laughing, even though he and his team were trying so hard to move. - Parker came in costume as Spider-Man. - He even continued to laugh, but they all fell over, making Mary, Gwen and Liz turn to look at him.

- I want you to know that you look great in this costume. - MJ reached over and touched Parker's red and black jacket.

- I told you Peter was a Spider fan, much more so than the Flash. - Gwen smiled with a knowing look at her best friend.

- Very nice. - Liz looked him up and down, seeing how the costume really showed that Peter wasn't skinny at all. - You can throw webs at me whenever you want, Pete.

- Soft Parker! - Flash suddenly stood up. - You don't look anything like Spider-Man, with that outfit you bought at Shopee... you look like a super, a poor super. - Flash laughed as he went around him. - I should be Spider-Man.

- Stay cool, Eugene. - Peter laughed when he saw the costume of his childhood friend, who became a bully and this year returned as his best friend. - You're kind of great when you decide to get those big tits. - He indicated the filler and make-up on Thompson. - Look, I don't judge, sex change is ideal for those who don't identify. - Peter finished off with Thompson pulling him over to give his nerdy friend, who was getting more and more audacious, a rough ride.

[ ... ]

A few days have passed since the blackout in New York, everything has returned to normal and, in Washington D.C., two people are walking in a Hangar.

- So Colonel Jameson, is it good to be home? - Elon Musk asked the captain of the astronaut fleet that has become known the world over.

- Yes! Back on dry land. - Jameson Junior replied when he saw where the impact responsible for the failure of the Tralphium collection mission had occurred. - Wait a minute! - He said alertly when he saw something stirring in the damaged area. - What the fuck is that? - He pointed to a black, gooey mass, stirring little by little.

-- Characters Introduced --

Peter Parker:

Gwen Stacy:

Mary Jane Watson:

Eugene Thompson (Flash):

Liz Allan:

-- Costumes Presented --

Spider-Man (Urban Costume and Costume):