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Earth 106170999…I'M SPIDER-MAN
An hour later, Ben had woke up. Crap, he had passed out. Ben took a look around, but didn't expect to be in his apartment. "This is so strange, you're this Scarlet-Spider?" Crapichino, he'd also forgot about Mr. Parker, who apparently had technically broken into his apartment and looked through his stuff. Ben decided to play it cool. "Yeah, but you can't tell anyone. Ho-How did you get in here?" He really wanted to know. "Well this is my room, well, it was my room."
Ah.
"But everything's different. Excuse me, I have to find Aunt May." Whoa, whoa, back up, did he say Aunt May? "Um, Aunt May? I thought she, along with Ben, sorry, died? And I thought you lived in Queens with your parents: Richard and Mary?" That seemed to be hitting Mr. Parker hard. From the looks of it, he looked at Ben like he grew a second head. "My parents are alive." It wasn't a question. "I'm not Spider-Man." …… "I'm just regular Peter Parker." … "Who's Spider-Man?" Mr. Parker, who looked like all hope was lost, said, "I'm Spider-Man."
"Ok first, I'm the Scarlet-Spider, second how could you be Spider-Man? You don't have powers." Mr. Parker did I could do. It was like finding out Tony Stark was Iron Man the whole time again.