I do not own anything, all of the rights go to Marvel, Stan Lee and Disney.

Well this turned out to be more popular than I thought it would be.

Right now the only powers Peter has are: Asgardian and Wolverine's, the spider powers and the Symbiot will be unlocked later, or I think they will.

I am half tempted to turn this into a Gamer fic, but I do not play video games so I could not do it.

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(First Person Point of View)

When I woke up, I was surrounded by trees. English Oak and by English Walnut. I could smell the different scents in the air from flowers, I could hear a babbling brook nearby, but I was not thirsty. Birds were singing, but I did not recognize them, but then again, I was never here before. I spent time in Iraq during my third tour, but I lived in a small town in Washington State, Wenatchee.

I sighed as I stood up, luckily, I was clothed in a black cloak that went down to my ankles.

I walked towards the brook, it must have been late spring, maybe early summer based on the greenery and the nice temperate temperature. I looked down and I saw my once blond hair was now black as the starless night sky, my eyes were no longer green, but icy blue. I was much better looking, I had the athletic body of an Olympian, the body of a god.

I flexed my muscles feeling raw power in my body.

All of a sudden, pain ripped through my mind and read making me scream out in pure agony as I began to remember things that was not my own, feeling things that I never experienced before. I began to feel hundreds of years of memory coming to me at once, I felt every emotion at once, pain, love, pleasure, hate, rage anger, guilt, shame, regret, I felt everything all at once.

I felt my body writhe on the ground, when did I fall to the ground? I once again began to black out from the sensory overload.

A few moments later I heard foot steps approaching towards me rapidly, it sounded like two men with strong strides. I could not do anything as I passed out as I saw the face of a large burly man.

(Line Break)

(Time Skip: Three Days Later

(First Person Point of View)

I felt a damp cloth on my forehead as the memories slowly compartmentalized themselves, I realized that maybe I made a mistake about wishing for all of the knowledge and the memory of Spider Man and Wolverine.

I groaned softly as someone said to my right side, "He is waking up!" It sounded young and feminine.

I slowly forced my eyes open, and then I saw I was in a small cabin, it had an attic overhead and there was a fire in the fire place lighting up the place, there were no windows that I could see. Everything seemed to be made up of stone or wood, it reminded me of the old European Cottages. I looked to my right and I saw a young girl no older than eight, she had dark brown hair and was missing the middle teeth on the top of her mouth making her look innocent as he green emerald eyes looked into my own eyes.

I heard some heavy foot steps coming, I could feel my body tense for a fight, but I had to remind myself that if they wanted me dead they would have left me for dead, or they would have killed me in my sleep, so I was safe for the time being, or I thought I was anyways.

I did not feel hungry just a little groggy.

A middle aged man maybe thirty years old, he was big and strong looking, but he had a kind face and eyes. He asked me, "How are you feeling lad? When we found you, you were screaming bloody murder.

I coughed dryly as he gave me a ladle of water, I took a sip from the water, it tasted sweet to my parched, dry, thirsty lips and throat. I said in a soft weak voice, partly acting and partly true, "Tired… but I do not feel any pain..." I chuckled softly and then added "I can't say I feel much though."

He gave me a nod and said, "The name's John. I am a blacksmith."

I gave him a nod unsure of why he was telling me that. I said softly "I am…" I paused as I tried to remember my name, but I could not seem to remember it, I could remember all the details of everything else but my name, I looked down and said, "I can't seem to remember my name Sir John."

John chuckled and said to me, "I am now Sir, just John works Lad. You look like either a William, Peter, or maybe a Henry…"

I mentally groaned and out of all of the names, he had to choose the one name I was trying to avoid, I said slowly "Peter… Peter Logan…"

He arched an eyebrow but said nothing at the word choice.

I asked him, "Where am I, I was dreaming I was…" I paused and said lying through my teeth, "I do not remember what I was dreaming…"

A few moments later another boy and a woman came into the cabin, this boy was not as burly nor as tall, he seemed to be about twelve years old. He had bright red hair and blue eyes, blue as the clear midday sun.

The woman had red hair and emerald green eyes. She was well built, not too much muscle but not much fat. She looked very healthy. Her eyes shone brightly. She smiled kindly at me and asked softly her voice like that of a song bird, "How are you feeling?"

I gave her a small weak smile and said, "Much better than I was… though I can't remember too much." I sighed softly and forced myself to sit up. I groaned as I felt my stomach churn.

John said, "You are in England."

I chuckled weakly and said softly, "I guessed as much, but I thought I was in the town… but I guess it was just a dream."

He sighed and stood up as he kissed his wife on the forehead.

John said, "This is Alice my wife and Tomas my son." He picked up his daughter and said as he tickled her side making her giggle cutely, "And this is Lucy my daughter."

I smiled and gave them all a nod and said, "I guess my name is Peter, Peter Logan."

They smiled and said nodded their head in acceptance.