Dimension: Unknown

Location: New York

When Peter came around, he wasn't entirely sure where he was, or what had happened. All he knew was that his head hurt like hell and he was lying on a cold surface.

Groaning in pain, Peter opened his eyes as the haze in his mind slowly vanished and his vision began to clear. When he got his bearing, Peter immediately sprang up into a crouched position, realizing that he was in the abandoned Osborn Tower. How long had he been out for? Was his parents looking for him? Is it already nighttime?

"Good, you're awake," The robotic voice said. "I was beginning to wonder if medical authorities were needed."

The voice made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he immediately tensed up, as if he was waiting for a battle that was never going to come. "Who are you? Show yourself!" Peter demanded.

"I'm afraid I can't. My name is JARVIS and people call me an AI, not a robot."

"An AI?" Peter frowned.

"It's short for Artificial Intelligence," JARVIS clarified.

"Who built you?" Peter asked.

There was a moment of silence before the AI responded. "I'm afraid I don't quite know," JARVIS admitted. "It appears that certain files in my memory drive have been erased."

Peter found himself nodding along as he wondered aloud, "Am I losing my mind?"

"I can reassure you that you are not losing your mind," JARVIS stated.

"That doesn't make me feel any better," Peter stood up into a straighter position. He winced as a spike of pain ran through his skull.

"You hit your head quite hard on a nearby lab table," JARVIS noted. "I have concluded that it was not concussion worthy."

"Thanks for that, I guess," Peter said.

"I'm afraid that I haven't caught your name yet."

Peter paused. Should he really be giving his name out a random robot that might not even be real? You know what? Peter thought. Screw it, I'm already crazy. "My name's Peter."

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Peter," JARVIS greeted.

An eerie sense of deja vu hit Peter as his mind flashed back to the dream he had. Wasn't there an AI that he met in his dreams? It wasn't JARVIS, that was for sure. The voice had been female... She had a name, but Peter couldn't seem to remember it.

"I can sense that you're thinking about something that's bothering you," JARVIS observed.

"That's creepy," Peter chuckled.

"My apologies," JARVIS said. "It's in my programming. Do you want to say what it is that is on your mind?"

Peter hesitated, "I don't know if that's such a good idea..."

"I can assure you that anything that you say here will just be between us and no one else," JARVIS said.

Peter sighed, maybe this was his chance to figure out what was going on here. "I've been having these dreams," Peter began. "I'm not really sure as to why i'm having them, but they're freaking me out. For the past few nights, I've been having these dreams about people that don't exist, but I swear I've met them before. The dream that I had yesterday was in this tower, but it was called Stark Tower instead of Osborn Tower. Inside the tower there was an AI, but it wasn't you... it was a girl... I don't remember her name though."

"With my knowledge of human sleep cycles, your dreams are rather unusual," JARVIS admitted. "However, I don't think I'd be able to deduct a cause with such little information."

"I can't give any more information to you," Peter shook his head. "I don't even have a clue as to what is happening to me." He would've continued talking, but his phone rang. When he looked at the caller ID, it was his mother. He answered it. "Hey, Mom."

"Hey, honey, did you get held up at work?"

"Yeah," Peter lied sheepishly. "I was helping a coworker with some research and I must've lost track of the time."

"Do you think you'll be home soon? Your father's making his famous meatloaf, said it was his treat."

"I'll be leaving in like ten minutes," Peter reassured her. "I'll be home in close to thirty."

"Sounds good," His mother replied. "See you soon, sweetie."

"Bye," Peter hung up. He sighed. "I got to go."

"You will come back, won't you?" JARVIS asked.

"I can't make any promises," Peter admitted. "Honestly, this whole situation has me kind of freaked out."

"Well, in that case, it was nice to meet you, Peter," JARVIS said.

"You too, JARVIS," Peter agreed. Walking up to the computer, Peter switched off the mainframe once more before beginning his trek down the stairs and then making his way home.

Later that night, Peter found himself lying wide awake in his bed, unsure as to why he didn't want to doze off. In fact, Peter would've thought that he would actually welcome unconsciousness due to the fact that he's been sleeping terribly ever since he started to have these strange dreams. However, this time, Peter was scared to fall asleep. What happened if he had another dream that he didn't know whether it was real or not? What happened if he woke up screaming and accidentally woke his parents up? He really didn't want to explain to them that their son was having dreams about people that didn't even exist.

Peter sighed. Another reason why he had trouble dozing off was the fact that he couldn't shake the feeling that he's met JARVIS before. At least, the voice made a sense of deja vu wash over him like a tidal wave. But that couldn't even be possible, let alone real. Peter had never stepped food inside the Osborn Tower, and he didn't even know that the robot existed until he accidentally turned on the computer mainframe and knocked himself out. Was is possible that maybe JARVIS was a real person at some point?

Kicking off his blanket and getting up the comfort of his bed, Peter made his way to his desk once more and turned on his laptop. Sure enough, when he typed in Jarvis's name, a search match came up.

Edwin Jarvis (1909-1942), served in the Britain Armed Forces when he sadly passed due to a rescuse operation gone wrong.

So the bigger question that Peter was wondering was if this was somehow connected with the Jarvis robot... thing... that he had found in the Osborn Tower? But that couldn't be possible, could it? The Osborn Tower had only been built four years ago, and had been abandoned for a little over a year. Edwin Jarvis had been dead for more than seven decades before the tower was even built. Surely it was just a random coincidence?

However, for Peter, the pit in his stomach was answer enough.

Thank you guys so much for the support as always! You guys are amazing!

Chapter was a little shorter than I wanted to be, but i'm not going to complain, I do admit I had some trouble with this chapter, but hey, it happens every once in awhile.

Anyways, see you next time!