Hey everyone! I love Spider-Man, I wonder why I never wrote anything related to him. Oh right! Just because, so, I decided to do this for fun, don't expect a lot of updates of this one though, I mean, I would love to write more, but sometimes time ain't there.

So! This is just a thing for fun! Enjoy, or not! I am not your boss.

A lucky spider.

Prologue: I am an alien, I am a legal alien, I am a Spider-Man in another New York.

The strings of fate are odd little things. They get cut, they reshape, they divide, so much can happen to the little strings of fate. And is why is better to not try to mess with them. And hence, why if your luck is bad, should stay away from them. But as the saying goes, even a broken clock is right twice a day.

Hence someone whose luck was bad and fate never smiled on them, could get lucky once for sure. And right now that was the case for the man whose life had been full of tragedy for many years.

Peter Benjamin Parker. Or known to everyone else as Spider-Man was currently sighing as he fell over what could only be called a portal. A fight in which he was helping Dr. Strange got out of control when a rune exploded and apparently opened a portal. Strange had been clear…

"Don't let it get you!"

Of course, he threw his webs next to a pillar in the side of the room where the fight had been taking place. Everything was looking to go well for once. Then the pillar cracked, trying to throw a web to another pillar he found himself without webbing on his cartridges. The twenty-eight-year-old found himself sighing. Not even bothering to offer a quip.

"Spiderman!"

Not even when he was about to be absorbed by a portal to who knows where could they say his name right.

It was just the tiniest pause really. Why couldn't they get it right?

Offering a small salute, in silence, he was absorbed as he noticed the portal closing, Strange was unable to actually reach him as he threw what looked like a yellow chain to grab him.

Peter sighed. Twenty-eight years old. And already had seen more tragedy than plenty of older heroes. But while he kept going through the dark void of waves that seemed to go everywhere around him, it gave him the chance to put things in order in his mind. Call it the thoughts of a dead man that was waiting for the end. Strange had been clear the portal was more akin to one trip to oblivion.

In an odd way. It sounded like an early retirement for Peter. This silly idea made him smile. He wondered then, if he was alone in the middle of what would be called oblivion, why wear his mask?

Removing the mask, he took to see it. To properly see it.

"What a journey we had…" He found himself chuckling, messing with his hair as his other hand kept the mask in front of him.

"Quite long too… but hey, if it serves as some sort of… relief? I never once hated you. Not really… or myself I guess?" Peter found that talking alone in the middle of what was called nowhere was kind of hard. But it served as he waited for his demise. He didn't know how long it would take, but he rather let his thoughts out in the open. At least for himself.

"We are Spider-Man… yeah, with the hyphen… seriously, why is it so hard to say it right?" He looked at the mask as if awaiting an answer. "Is just a tiny, tiny pause. Not even a big deal, what, people can't wait for less than a second to finish their sentences? I mean, is not a big deal."

As Peter kept going on with the mask about small details of his name, their escapades, he ended up touching on the subject of his failed romances.

"Remember, Felicia? I quite liked her… I wonder. You ever consider the reason I found Silver Sable attractive was because she was like Felicia, but less of a thief and all the good points?" He sighed thinking of one of the first romances he had.

"Gwen. I wonder, if we hadn't been together, would Gwen have lived longer? If I wasn't in the picture I mean… if I wasn't there, uncle Ben would have lived longer with aunt May. I guess some things would have been better if I wasn't there… but if I had not been there, many others would be gone. Man, keeps you awake at night for sure to think of this…" He looked at the mask who offered no answer.

"… Remember things with Kitty? Or Carol? Even Cindy." He let out a sigh. "When you think about it, I was quite the charmer. Then again, the Parker charm is quite a thing, right?" He allowed himself a laugh before thinking of the heroes, the street vigilantes with who he shared some adventures with. Matt was the one who came to mind the most, the second one was Wolverine.

"… Think Logan will miss me? I wonder…" He sighed as he noticed looking around that the wave of darkness seemed to be fading away. Looking underneath, in the direction of his feet he saw it. A light.

"Oh. So there is a light at the end of the tunnel?" He looked at his mask once again before putting it on for what he deemed the last time of his life.

"It was fun…"

He closed his eyes behind the lenses of the mask. Waiting. Waiting. And then the splash came.

He found himself feeling as if he was going to drown, opening his eyes, he found himself being surrounded by water. As he looked alarmed, he noticed where the light was and took to swim to the surface. The water around him was familiar, he just couldn't pinpoint where he was. But when he was out of the water he knew where he was. He took a moment to compose himself and get oxygen back on his lungs.

"The… the Statue of Liberty? I didn't expect oblivion to be New York. Wait until I tell Strange about this." He found himself smiling behind the mask once he managed to recover. He tried to shoot a web to the platform only to be reminded of his lack of cartridges.

"Right. Empty." He sighed as he took to crawl on the wall of the platform and get out of the water.

Once outside he saw the same things of New York. People walking around. The Statue of Liberty in the distance.

"Mommy who is that man?" Peter heard a kid asking, remembering he was in the costume. But before he could answer or react, he heard the woman speak.

"Oh, I don't know sweety, must be a mascot for a company."

They didn't know who he was?

Needless to say, Peter found himself walking around the streets of New York. Trying to understand what was going on. Not caring if people saw him in costume or without his mask. New York had too many people, one guy walking around in an odd suit wasn't anything new. Peter managed to get to a newsstand. He motioned to the guy if it was okay if he read it.

"Go ahead, don't think you are going to buy it are you?" He chuckled, poking fun at Peter's costume.

"Ah, sorry." He said but the man waved him away.

"Meh, just read it, son, people don't see them much with how they are on their cellphones all the time. Even I am guilty of it." The man brought out a cellphone, making Peter smile as he took to read the newspaper.

Skimming through the news, Peter found out this New York wasn't his with a surprising speed thanks to a simple fact. The Daily Bugle, the newspaper he was reading. Had no news about spider-themed heroes, but it did speak of a girl rising in the music industry with her band. Gwen Stacy.

"Gwen…" Peter didn't know what to say. Gwen Stacy was alive. Alive and doing well. He found himself smiling. He needed to get a ticket to one of her concerts for sure…

Money. It dawned on Peter he had no money. Nothing on him. This wasn't his New York. He probably didn't have a bank account here. He needed a job he needed something, anything! And then he saw it. On the corner of the newspaper.

We are looking for help. Interested?

Managing to find clothes was easy for Peter, he remembered the donation centers that offered clothes for people who were looking to find jobs. He expressed his desire to look for a job in the daily bugle. The people in the donation center wished him luck and send him on his way. A small visit to a post office and a map of New York, allowed Peter to understand that while this New York was different from his own, geographically speaking, was majorly the same. If anything, the only real difference he found was that the Daily Bugle was at the left instead of a right.

Turns out Peter noticed that he was in a tight spot. Without money, identification, or anything else, he was really at the mercy of Jameson. And the man was merciless. With some luck, he may get a job and manage to find a place to pass the night. He didn't know if there was another Peter Parker going around in this world. Usually, when this kind of situation happened, he was met by someone who explained what was going on.

This time? Not much luck. Then again, luck wasn't his friend. But today was hopefully a day that Jameson wouldn't be angry… who was he fooling, Jameson was going to be angry.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come in!" Peter was in shock, not because Jameson was screaming to him to get in. Oh no, the surprise was that Jameson was smiling. He looked happy. A phone ringed and he excused himself from Peter for a moment.

"Joan? Sure! I will be there soon, I wouldn't miss dinner for anything in the world, you know how it is with me. Family first, job second." He motioned for Peter to get inside his office. When he did, he took to sit, he couldn't believe Jameson was happy. Then again… Joan. Joan… it dawned on him.

Joan was Jameson's wife. She was alive in this version of New York.

"Sorry for that, lad, my wife is insistent I be on time for dinner. Now, I imagine you came here for the job opportunity? Because if I didn't know any better, I would dare say you got those clothes out of the salvation army." Peter had no words but he found himself nodding before composing himself.

"I…" He didn't know what to say, but it seemed he didn't need to say anything.

"Save it. Is obvious you have been on the streets for who knows how long. You smell like you were thrown in a river." Jameson got his hand into his wallet before bringing out a couple of hundred-dollar bills.

"Get a bath, find a warm bed for the night, and get a meal for those bones of yours. And be here at seven sharp in the morning. We need more people working here anyway, I am not on a time where I can be a journalist full time anymore, Joan wouldn't allow it." He laughed before patting Peter on the back and giving him the money.

"Speak with Betty, she is the lady in the desk who told you to wait." He knew who Betty was, they worked together for years. It was still surprising to learn in this place, he seemingly didn't work for the Daily Bugle as Betty didn't recognize him.

"Tell her I hired you as a journalist. She will give you a camera and a check-in advance. I am trusting you…" Jameson asked for a name.

"Peter." He offered and Jameson nodded.

"Peter, good name, strong name. Well, go and get that bath. I mean it." Jameson's smile faltered as he spoke of the need for a bath, and for one small moment, Peter actually felt at home.

Later on. Peter was on a bed with the remains of a hamburger at his side with some fries. He was making an inventory of his belongings.

Clothes, spider suit, he had his web-shooters, without any webbing cartridges. He could make those with the materials, but currently, he was without the economic resources to get them. He had a camera, courtesy of the Daily Bugle, under the promise he would be there at seven. He was in a hotel room that would last two days at most.

He knew he was not in his dimension. And on this dimension Gwen was alive, Jonah's wife, Joan was alive. Betty Brant was… happy? She didn't look as tired working for Jameson as in his own dimension. What's more, everyone in the Daily Bugle was happier. Well, that was natural seeing as Jameson seemed to be in a much better mood. Which brought another point.

Before going to the hotel, he went to do a trip to the public library. Seeing records of the news to get a better idea of how things were different here. So far his findings had been rather surprising. For one, Gwen was alive. He already knew that, but still. Black Cat, was well known as a thief, not so different from the Black Cat of his world. The difference was that Black Cat was quite a name here. She would apparently leave a card before going to steal her objective.

Announcing her arrival wasn't like Felicia. But apparently, in this world, she enjoyed the fame and the act more than keeping the object, as she would return them when she got bored of them… it seemed it took a long time for her to get bored.

The X-men were a thing too. So as the Fantastic Four. A lot of things were similar, he couldn't find anything related to Tony Stark. But he did find about Stark Industries. Another thing he did was skim the records for a particular piece of news.

Back then it had been small, but one could find it in the records of the news that the library kept. Yet, in this world, the event he was looking for was not there. The death of Ben Parker by a burglar. The event wasn't in the newspapers. While it didn't assure Peter anything, the fact that the newspaper detailing the death of his uncle wasn't anywhere to be found, made him smile. The idea that in the dimensions, his uncle was living happily with May was something that cheered him up.

Peter was sighing. So far, this dimension wasn't that different from his. He had yet to find a record of Peter Parker anywhere. And as he was sighing he heard a knocking on the door of his room. Surely the hotel wasn't going to kick him outright? He did say he was going to get a bath when he got in the room.

To Peter's surprise, as he went to open the door, due to not feeling any alarm from his spider-sense, he was met with a woman of fair skin, octagonal glasses, and a head full of hair with streaks of purple on it that was kept with a colorful headband. The woman was wearing a lab coat under casual clothes while she had a colorful scarf contrasting.

"Hey!" She greeted taking his hand on hers, a smile big on her face. "Sorry, I am sure you were hoping to sleep, dimensional travel can do that… but I was hoping to know if you were actually from another dimension." Peter was in shock at the woman who seemingly knew his secret.

"Oh! Where are my manners, my name is Olivia, but my friends call me Liv! So feel free to call me Liv, I was hoping to know more about your dimension if you didn't mind!" Her smile was cute, but Peter knew better than to try to lie to her. Mostly cause he was feeling he knew something similar.

Before he could think of something to say, Liv, took to release his hand from her hold and took to get in the room. "Huh, guess a hotel room is a good plan, I mean, you got no papers, essentially you are an alien." She chuckled, looking at the remains of Peter's hamburger she motioned to the fries. Peter got the message and just waved her away. She smiled before taking a bite of them.

"So!" She spoke after a handful of fries. "As far as I have theorized, if you are from another dimension, you should be feeling side effects, like dying." She spoke before opening her coat and bringing out a small trinket. "Mind if I take a blood sample?" She spoke with glee, and before Peter could say no, she just took the small trinket to the finger of his hand he had chosen to extend to demand of her to wait a minute.

"Ouch!" "Crybaby." She said with a laugh as she waited for the trinket to work. As Peter nursed his poked finger he looked at Liv. The woman was… well beautiful. But he didn't think he saw someone like her before. Yet she held a resemblance to a man he knew.

"Liv?" She answered with a hum indicating she was listening while she waited for the little trinket to analyze Peter's blood. "How do you know I came from another dimension?" He asked as she removed her eyes from the trinket for the first time.

"Oh, I saw you coming from the water, I was getting ice cream when it happened. I knew you were not from our dimension because. One, who would walk in a suit like that? I know every single superhero out there, and you are not one of them. You weren't worried about being seen yet you did worry about having to explain. Your body language changed when you were told they didn't recognize you…" Peter raised a hand to indicate he had enough.

"Got it… I am Peter by the way. Peter Parker." He spoke his name hoping it rang on her ears. But Liv shrugged.

"Can't say I heard your name before… and no. Seems you are not dying." She said seeing the screen again, a smile on her face as she spoke again.

"I got good news for you, Peter, you are not dying. And the other good news is you don't need to worry about another Peter Parker being in this world. The reason your body is not suffering any effects on being on this dimension is that you simply don't exist here. Otherwise, your body would react… then again, all of this is theoretical… Peter?" Liv noticed Peter's pale face as he took to go to the bed and sit. Throw himself in the mattress as he reflected on it.

He didn't exist on this dimension.

Uncle Ben was alive, Gwen Stacy was alive, Jameson was happy. A world without him seemed to be doing pretty well. Then again… he did saw crime was still a thing, mutant hate was still a thing. Heroes were still a thing…

"Liv. You wouldn't happen to have robotic arms on your back would you?" Liv laughed, making Peter feel relief.

"Don't be silly. That would be so dumb, everyone could see them. Mine are inflatable. That way they can be hidden." She spoke as if she was speaking of the climate. Peter felt tense for a moment, only to feel tenser when Liv let herself fall on the bed. "So… when are you going to tell me how different your dimension is?"

Parker Luck was still a thing it seemed.

Cut!

Fun, simple, don't expect too much serious stuff, this is just for the sake of fun after all.