Disclaimer: I don't own Spider-Man.

The three incarnations of Spider-Man were sitting together at the edge of the Statue of Liberty. They were observing the sight of New York underneath the full moon in the starry sky. The silver light it was sending down glistened luminously on the surface of the sea. The great city of America was safe, having just been saved by the three superheroes of different universes that assumed the same identity.

Now that all was well again, the three versions of Spider-Man had taken some time to socialise and talk about their lives in their respective universes. Their masks had been removed, allowing each of the Peter Parkers to be distinguishable from one another. They were currently in the middle of discussing the biggest problems they'd had to face back at home. They were trying to work out which of them carried the biggest burden - other than the one they all shared of being indirectly responsible for the death of their own Uncle Ben.

"And that's the worst thing I've ever been through back at home," Peter-Three said, finishing his story with a miserable sag of his shoulders.

"You're kidding?" Peter-Two scoffed.

"That's the toughest thing you've had to deal with in your universe?" Peter-One muttered.

"Yeah! You have no idea how rotten I felt when Gwen Stacy slipped from my hand fell to her death." Peter-Three buried his face into his gloved hands. "What kind of superhero doesn't manage to save someone he cares about? Maybe Batman and Superman would, but not Spider-Man!"

"That's nothing!" Peter-One made a face. "Losing your girlfriend is nothing compared to being dismissed from the Avengers! Can you believe they had to gall to reject me and not make me one of them?! After all, I'm Spider-Man!"

"We'll I've got you both beat," Peter-Two declared. "You guys have no idea what kind of problems I have to face back at home."

"Go on then, enlighten us!" Peter-Three sneered. "Tell us what could possibly be worse than the death of your girlfriend?"

"Or being rejected by a team of other legendary superheroes?" Peter-One added.

Peter-Two winced. The troubles he had to face back in his universe was a touchy subject for him to bring up. His eye twitched erratically.

"Alright," he began. "I live in this apartment which is owned by a landlord who is like a spider-monkey on my back.

"Really?" Peter-Three blinked. "Why is your landlord always onto you?"

"Is he a villainous criminal you have to fight in your universe?" Peter-One asked.

"No, it's just, every single darn day…" Peter-Two clenched his fists. "He's always bugging me for rent."

"Oh really?" Peter-Three gave a frown. "That sucks!"

"That sure must be annoying!" Peter-One agreed sympathetically.

"That ain't the worst of it! The door to my apartment is always getting jammed. I'm forever struggling to get in and out! Think of how many lives I, Spider-Man, could fail to save - just because I'm stuck in my apartment? My landlord couldn't care less! All he cares about is getting his stupid rent!"

"He has the nerve to ask you for rent when he gave you an apartment with a broken door?" Peter-Three exclaimed in disbelief. "And I thought I was hard done by with the death of Gwen!"

"You're right, dude!" Peter-One said defeatedly. "I'd take being rejected by the Avengers over being bugged for rent by this douche of a landlord any day!"

"I should really put some dirt in his eye! I've had to tell this guy over a million times…" Peter Parker #1 raised his tone, his voice filling with anger and hatred towards his landlord. "He'll get his rent when he FIXES MY DAMN DOOR?"

All of the pent-up rage Peter-Two caused in to heavily breathe in and out. Peter Parker #2 and #3 took his hands and rubbed his back. They were trying to calm down their fellow Spider-Man.

"Well, anyway…" Peter-Three said, deciding to change the subject. "Are you guys hungry? I sure am!"

"Yeah, I could go for a bite to eat!" Peter-One answered. "It builds up your appetite by being your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man!"

"I'll get the three of us some food! My treat!"

Having calmed down at last, Peter-Two got up to his feet, breaking into a smile which he sent down to the other two versions of himself from across the multiverse.

"C'mon, guys! Pizza time!"

The end.