'Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism of endless possibility. Where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities. Creating alternate worlds from the ones you already know. For history is always moving, no one moment of time is permanent. I am your guide throughout all of these vast new realities. Follow me, and we'll journey into the unknown and ponder the question..."

"What if...?"


EARTH-1946:

"We have seen how one moment, one choice, one moment, can ripple across space and time, giving birth to new stories, heroes, whole universes. But what if the one moment had a larger impact than anticipated? What if the two greatest crime fighters weren't friends? " The Watcher asked as he looked over to Earth Prime, watching the progression Peter Parker and Barry Allen went through over the years. "From partners, to friends, to practically brothers. Peter Parker and Barry Allen helped each other grow and help many people throughout their world, even saving a few other worlds in the process. But in another universe...things turned out very differently."


Barry Allen was currently at home being patched up by his mother after being beaten up by a bunch of kids. Nora had begun getting concerned as this has been getting a little more frequent recently.

"Tell me what happened." Nora tells Barry.

"Those guys were picking on kids just 'cause they thought they weren't cool." Barry explained to her. "It wasn't right."

"I know." Nora assured her.

"I guess I wasn't fast enough." Barry was sorry to say.

"No. You have such a good heart, Barry." Nora assured him. "And it's better to have a good heart than fast legs."

That's when the door opened up and Henry Allen came in. "Hello? I'm home."

"Barry got into another fight." Nora said as Henry joined them in the living room.

"Oh, yeah?" Henry asked, this beginning to become casual.

"And he won." Nora said as she faced Barry.

"Ah, way too go, Slugger." Henry said when Nora looked back to him with a stern look. "Oh. And...no more fighting."

Henry then leaned in to kiss his wife when the baby monitor went off and they heard crying coming from the other end.

"Sorry." Henry apologizes, thinking he woke their second son up when he slammed the door.

"Nah, he's probably hungry." Nora assured him as she got up and walked upward to the room of Peter Allen, the week-old child.

The Watcher looked and watched the mother make her way up the stairs to the bedroom. "More than battles won or lost, its relationships that truly define a hero. The people who shape them, their stories. But in this universe, Peter didn't have the same experience that he did with his Earth Prime counterpart. In this universe, Peter Parker and Barry Allen were brothers, creating a mixture of realities that will alter everything. In this universe, he didn't age with the knowledge to keep Barry Allen from making the same mistakes he made." He then saw the events about to occur and sighed. "But sadly, he will also deal with the loss of the woman who birthed them."


That was sadly also the night that altered everything for the family. Barry was awoken by something downstairs as he saw the water in his fish tank float as he made his way downstairs and saw his mother in the middle of a storm. A storm meant literally as red and yellow blurs sped around the room.

"Mom!" Barry cried out.

"Barry, don't! Stay back!" Nora cried to her son.

"Nora!" Henry cried as he came down and saw he storm. "Hold on!" He then turned to Barry and grabbed his son's shoulders. "Run, Barry, run!"

That's when suddenly Barry was twenty blocks away from his house. "Mom? Dad?"

Quickly running off, he started making his way back to his home.

By the time he got there, the entire place was swarming with cops. There was an officer holding his baby brother as he saw his father being dragged out by officers.

"I didn't do this." Henry promised the officers. "I swear to god, I didn't do this."

"Dad. Why are they taking you?" Barry asked as he reached the stairway to his home.

"Barry, don't go in the house." Henry begged him.

"Where's Mom?" Barry asked.

"What's gonna happen to my sons?" Henry questioned as he was placed in the back of the vehicle. "Barry! Stay out of the house!"

Henry was then taken away as Barry ignored it and went inside. When he made it inside, he saw a tarp over a body and his friend's father standing over it.

"Joe, you know these people?" The officer holding his baby brother asked as he soothed the baby.

"My daughter's best friends with their kid, Ben." Joe West answered.

"I'm sorry." Ben Parker said as he and Joe walked away before they noticed Barry as he removed the tarp and see his mother dead.

"Mom?" Barry asked as Joe walked over and kneeled down next to him.

"Barry..." Joe didn't know what to say.

"Mom!" Barry cried, wanting his mother to wake up.

Joe covered her back up and held Barry as Ben held Peter when Captain Singh approached him.

"Child services will come by and take the kid in." Singh tells Ben who had a better idea.

"Actually, Captain. I might know a better place where we can put him." Ben tells him as he looked down at the child. "I have a brother; he and his wife have been trying to have a child with no luck..." he looked down at the small child and kept him calm. "I know they'd be good parents for him."

Singh thought of it and saw there wasn't really no harm as services wouldn't be there until morning, due to the late hour. And he knew the Parker's, they're a good family of geniuses who haven't done as much as even a meter ticket. They wouldn't cause any trouble with a child.


The Watcher stood in the darkness and looked down in sadness at what he witnessed. "All this power, and I did nothing. I could have done something, saved them. I should have...but I cannot interfere." But he grew confident as he looked to the future that would come due to those events. "And I know that this heartbreak today will lead to the safety of millions of lives throughout the two of them. Only the test of times will prove if it's your nature or your nurturer that makes us who we are. As for me, these are my stories. I observe all that transpires here, but I do not interfere, cannot stop fate, can't do anything but observe. For I am..."

"The Watcher."