It had been a long day.

Then again, every day seemed like a long one lately.

It had been a relatively beautiful November day for New York City, and with the approaching holidays Peter was staring to see the usual uptick in petty crime begin this season. Within his five hour patrol he had helped eight lost tourists, found one lost pet, caught two armed burglars and tied up a ridiculous number of petty thieves. Nothing too problematic, just another day in the life of our friendly neighborhood Spider-man.

Peter sat crouched on a roof looking over the newest Iron Man mural to pop up, this time right on the edge between Queens and Brooklyn. There were several around town already, but this one was especially heart-wrenching. Most were either of the armor mid-action or of Mr. Stark in his trademark press look. But this one was different in the best and worst way.

In this art, Mr. Stark was still in his armor, but the helmet was retracted, allowing the viewer to see the blood crusted on his face, the lines of worry even deeper than they were before everything had gone to hell. There weren't many pictures of Mr. Stark from the five year period now known as the Blip, but in the ones there were Peter knew he had looked like this- tired and worn in a way Peter had never seen, but could well understand. All in all, it looked uncannily similar to the last time Peter had seen him. When-

Anyway-

And on the shoulders of this mural's Tony Stark rested an enormous orb holding dozens of galaxies spiraling around a central point- a tiny arc reactor in the shape of a heart.

There was still a little while before he would be expected at Ned's tonight, but the more he tried to convince himself to it the streets again, the heavier his limbs felt.

He couldn't do it. Not like this. Experience told him it was a recipe for disaster, likely to get himself of someone else badly hurt. Himself he could handle, someone else... his conscience couldn't take another body added to its count right now Besides, he had promised Ned he'd be there tonight.

Peter sighed and swung away from his rooftop perch to head back towards Ned's, not sparing the art a backwards glance.

No matter how good it was, no reproduction could ever duplicate what he had lost.

"Whoa, you're early," said Ned with a mild tone of shock. Which honestly... was probably fair. "I wasn't expecting you for at least another thirty minutes."

"Yeah, I decided to call it a night early. It was actually pretty quiet tonight anyway. Didn't want to get too wrung out on the web considering we have plans tonight," said Peter as he stepped into the Leed's apartment, slipping off his shoes and hanging his coat on the rack. "Where is everyone?"

"Dad has to work tonight, and mom and Angelica went to Laser Bounce earlier, but they should be back before too long. I stayed home to finish some stuff up before the launch tonight. Plus, I wasn't sure when you'd be getting here, so..."

"Sorry, I should have messaged earlier."

"You're alright man. Like I said, I had some stuff to wrap up. I plan to be in-game as much as possible tomorrow," said Ned as they moved into his bedroom.

"You sure you don't mind me getting the first run tonight? They might have some secret opening even planned for the first few hours..." asked Peter.

"I am absolutely positive. I am going to have plenty of opportunities to lose unhealthy amounts of sleep to this game. Besides, between the two of us I think you need the break more than me On a related note- you look terrible man. Have you been sleeping at all?"

"I sleep," said Peter defensively. "I don't really need much though, you know?"

"Physically, sure. Mentally? You're still just as human as the rest of us Peter. Have you talked to May about it? Or Happy?"

"Can we please drop this? It's just been a long day, alright?"

"What happened? I thought you said it was mostly quiet?" asked Ned, confused.

"I meant it was quiet for New York, I was still busy pretty much all evening," said Peter, falling backwards onto Ned's bed.

Ned sat down at his computer, spinning around to face Peter. "Fine, but I'm definitely going to harass you later, and you better actually sleep after we trade off in a few hours. Anyway, I am SO PSYCHED or this! God I hope its worth all the hype."

"I can't imagine it being a flop. The tech behind it is revolutionary, and the head developer has been working on the game for like a decade," said Peter, as he scrolled through the GameSpot special coverage from that day.

"Wasn't SI contracted to consult on it, too?" asked Ned.

Peter felt his throat begin to constrict. The nails of his right hand bit into the flesh of his palm as he forced himself to take a slow breath-hold-and release...

"Yeah, Mr. Stark consulted on it himself. Some of the engineering on the headset is similar to the BARF technology. I think he might have worked on a couple system AI's as well."

"That is so cool man. So this is almost like his last tech contribution? Last gift to the world..."

"I doubt that. It was just a consult job, most of the work was done by Argus. Plus, Mr. Stark had years worth of projects and updates on file. We'll probably see things he had a hand in being released for the next ten years at the least," said Peter.

"Still pretty cool though," said Ned with a shrug.

At that moment, Peter head the sound of a key being inserted into the lock of the front door.

"Looks like they're back," he said, continuing to scroll, this time through discussions on Reddit.

"Have you had dinner yet? You know if you haven't she's going to force you to eat before you dive."

"Nah, I didn't get a chance to stop off earlier. What kind of leftovers do ya have?"

"I think there's meatloaf and some chicken adobo left at the moment"

"Yaaasss... Chicken adobo..."

Just then Ned's bedroom door opened, and Mrs. Leeds poked her head in, a large smile on her face.

"Peter! I thought I saw your coat by the door! I'm glad you were able to make it tonight! Edward has been excited about the sleepover for weeks," she said.

"Oh my god, mom! It's not a sleepover! I doubt we'll even sleep much!"

"Isn't that what sleepovers are about?! You're ridiculous... Anyway, have you eaten?" Mrs. Leeds asked, looking at Peter.

Peter had to bite back a smile, but shook his head.

"Hala ka, you're going to waste away into dry bones! I don't care how busy you are these days, you shouldn't be skipping meals. You'll blow away in a strong breeze. Come, I'll heat something up. I know how bad you boys get about eating when its a normal game. A full immersion VR? You'll forget you even have a read body that needs sustenance."

"Yes, ma'am," said Peter, dutifully following her into the kitchen.

"You are in luck. We have some leftover chicken adobo from last night. I know you like that recipe. Did May ever give it a go?"

Peter flashed back to the gloopy, slightly charred mess that was May's attempt at cooking the dish. "Eh... Yeah but it wasn't quite the same. Still needs a bit of work."

"Huh," Mrs. Leeds said, sounding confused.

"Peter!" shouted a voice from behind him.

"Hey Angie," said Peter, before he felt arms wrap around him from behind in a bear hug.

His heart throbbed in his chest. His breath caught and wouldn't come.

Thanos was coming for the gauntlet he couldn't let him have it he had to run the aliens were grabbing him he had to-

"You never come around anymore! It's been months-!"

"Stop that Angelica. It's been crazy year, and Peter stays very busy between school and an internship. Shouldn't you be getting ready for bed? It's already way passed bedtime."

Angie rolled her eyes dramatically but stomped back off towards her room to do as she was asked.

"Sorry, dear. She just missed her big brothers, you know."

Peter did his best to force out a grin, but he wasn't sure just how well it came off because the next thing he knew Mrs. Leeds was giving him a tender kiss on the head and muttering about making some cups of cocoa.

It was moments like this that he truly felt the strange reality of the fact that he had lost five years of his life. On the surface level everything felt mostly the same- Aunt May along with the majority of his friends had also been snapped, as well as several of his teachers. But while they were gone, Ned's little sister aged from an innocent five year old, to a ten year old girl who had grown in a world in more confusion, pain and desperation than Peter could really comprehend. Freshman he had helped tutor in school had graduated. Families he had known were irreparably torn apart, seemingly overnight.

It felt like while he was still the same, the rest of the world had tilted slight to the left, leaving him unbalanced and unsure where to step next. He'd always felt a bit out of place anyway after the spider bite, but now it was so much worse. Sometimes Peter wanted a taste of what normal used to be like, without freaky spider powers, world protecting responsibilities and the guilt of looking around him and wondering if he deserved to be here at all.

He glanced at the clock that hung on the wall- fifteen minutes till midnight.

"I should probably go brush my teeth too and get settled in. The server will open soon," said Peter as he stood.

"Yeah, though there shouldn't really be much to do other than to actually connect since we calibrated your account the other day," said Ned.

Within ten minutes Peter had taken care of his nightly necessities and given Angie and Mrs. Leeds both a hug goodnight, settling in on the upper bunk of Ned's bed.

"Last time I'm asking- are you sure you don't mind me giving this the first run?" asked Peter.

Ned sighed and spun around from his computer to send Peter an exasperated look. "Do you not want to take it on its maiden voyage?"

"That's not what I said," Peter rolled his eyes.

"Then stop worrying. Just have a good time for once. Also, I downloaded a couple files to the gear. Not sure how reliable it is yet, but a few beta testers put out some first floor tips on the DL as a downloadable in game file, so check that out once you dive. It might help out a bit."

"Will do. Thanks."

"No problem. Now get going, and be sure to take plenty of notes in your journal to send me later."

"See you around, kid."

"I am older than you are by two months. Shut up and dive, loser."

Peter smiled as he fitted the Nervegear onto his head, laid back and said, "Link Start."

In a remote, non-descript server room a certain file kicked to life. It's programming had been remotely accessed, a mere accident of oversight. The digital pathways that connected it to the Argus servers, while known about, had been forgotten in the chaos of the last few years. The file was not one created within the system, but one created to interact within it. The Cardinal system downloaded the precious data, implementing it in the category that best described its form and function.

Program designation: Client

System ID: Ferrum Vir

Administration level: GM

. . . .

Installation Complete

At 12:00 am EST on November 5th, 2023 (1:00 pm JST), Peter Parker joined 10,000 others in the world's first full dive MMORPG- Sword Art Online.

And so did a very confused Anthony Edward Stark.

A/N: FYI, I am not Filipino, but I did my best internet sleuthing the try and find some correct info for the brief interactions with Ned's family. That being said, if any of it was incorrect my apologies and feel free to let me know.

I started this fic as a brainworm to work on when I'm just not in the mood to work on my other fic I'm currently working on, so expect irregular updates at best.

Also, just so we're clear, this is going to be an Irondad and Spiderson focused thing. No romantic relationships at all.

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