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Peter didn't recognise his surroundings. He didn't recognise his body, or the people around him. He was dreaming, watching the day through his soulmate's eyes. He didn't know his soulmate yet, but he had faith he'd meet him.

There was a sword in his hand, familiar to the hand that held it. A boy Peter's own age stood in front of him. A gray streak in his otherwise black hair, eyes that seemed to reflect like water, and a smirk that seemed confident. He wielded a sword too.

"Ready B-" he asked, his voice wavering out over Peter's soulmate's name.

"Ready," his soulmate agreed. Peter watched through his soulmate's eyes as they ran drills. He wasn't sure what sort of a person did sword fighting drills, but he tried not to think about it too often. It was all too common for his soulmate to do.

The memory changed, shifting around him. They were stood in front of a mirror now. His soulmate's face distorted in the reflection except for the eyes which were now Peter's. He tried to picture his face blurred out with his soulmates eyes in his place. It didn't sit right with him.

His soulmate was shirtless, prodding at a burn on his side. Peter could feel the memories of the pain, filtered through his dream. A faint pain that barely registered, but he knew it would have hurt more for his soulmate.

They stood in front of mirrors a lot, both of them. His soulmate didn't do it as often as Peter did, but he was used to seeing his soulmate shirtless, or injured, or his reflection without his face properly visible. His tattoo stayed properly visible though. A rainbow on his bicep. Peter had grown accustomed to it.

It shifted again, the world rotating on it's axis. He was staring up at the bottom of a bunk bed above him.

The memories of the day were rarely in order. It was just random snippets of the day, in no particular order. He was pretty sure it was his soulmate waking up that he was now witnessing.

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Butch knew a lot about his soulmate. He didn't know his name, he didn't know what his face looked like, but he knew some different things. Things that could, rather easily, lead to him finding said soulmate. He knew what school he went too, he knew he worked with Tony Stark, he knew he worked at Stark Industries properly as well.

He also knew that his soulmate was Spider-Man.

He could have gone and found him easily with that information alone, but he wouldn't know how to approach him. One day, Butch would go find Spider-Man and tell him he was his soulmate. He was content, at least for a time, seeing his soulmate's day in his dreams.

Butch often woke up anxious, and worried for his soulmate's safety. He'd often witnessed Spider-Man get injuries that the public did not know about.

His arm was stretched out in front of him, covered in the familiar red material. A web flung forward from a small metal contraption on his wrist. Butch had once been scared of heights. Being forced into Spider-Man's body every night and watching from his body as Spider-Man flung himself around on thin webs across the tops of buildings had cured that.

The movement of swinging through the city was familiar to Butch. Though he could hear where they were going. That was something else he knew about his soulmate, he had enhanced senses. There was a mugging going down.

Spider-Man dropped into an alley and Butch watched as he took down the mugger with ease. He knew Spider-Man was a similar age to him, he saw his school days after all, sometimes he wondered if the godly world had made him insensitive to child soldiers, but he often wondered why someone as young as Spider-Man was out fighting crime every night.

The scene cut to Spider-Man brushing his teeth, shirtless in front of the mirror. He was used to his soulmate's adjusted reflection. The cut his soulmate had gotten the day before was a faint line on his shoulder now. Spider-Man healed quickly.

There were two tubes of toothpaste on the sink, one the standard mint, and the other a strawberry. Strawberry was the one his soulmate used. Butch supposed that was a strange thing to know about someone you had never seen the face off, or knew the name off, or had even talked too.

The scene changed against.

They were now in one of soulmate's classes. Butch tried to pay attention to the bits of classes he saw, he was year round at camp and didn't have a proper education, but they were complicated and too much for him to properly understand.

It wasn't easy to focus on the class through his soulmate's eyes, even without the complicated nature of the lessons, because Flash was bothering his soulmate again.

Butch had a small list of things he was going to do once he met his soulmate. First, he was going to introduce himself, and then ask his soulmate's name. After that, he was going to make sure he had a good first aid kit, he was going to take him out on a date, and then at some point he was going to find Flash and scare that asshole into leaving his soulmate alone.

One day, once he figured out how to approach Spider-Man, he'd do all of that. For now he'd just think about how he'd do all of those things, and see his soulmate's day through his eyes.