Author's Note: Soooo okay, the first time I watched NWH, I refused to write a fix-it because I was just so furious that the movie needed on at all.

The second time, I was slightly less angry so now I will indeed write a fix-it… and yes, I'm pretty excited to try my hand at it, despite the fact that literally ever Marvel fic writer and their cousin has written one lol.

Hi, I'm Peter Parker.

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Michelle startled awake and sat up, her breath coming in pants. The cut at her temple throbbed.

When she glanced at her alarm clock, Michelle found that it was only 6:30. She should still be exhausted, ready to crash for another four plus hours of blessed sleep. But, like so many mornings (and evenings and afternoons) in the past few weeks, her mind was a hurricane.

Her parents said it was stress. Her doctor said it could have been caused by the knock to the head she'd received doing who-could-remember what.

But Ned said that he felt the exact same way. Neither of them could quite explain it, the memory gaps and the weird dreams and the flood of inexplicable emotions at the weirdest times. Just a few days ago, for example, Michelle had opened one of her dresser drawers to find a clearly-broken necklace, the black stones having once made up a flower. Before she knew what was happening her eyes had flooded with tears and she was curled up on her floor, sobbing like her heart would break.

The reaction had scared her more than anything else. She could not for the life of her figure out why the necklace made her feel so miserable. She'd put it on anyway, drawn to it like the dismembered black petals were made of magnetic rock instead of onyx.

—

I kind of expect disappointment.

'Cause then you'd never actually be disappointed. Right?

—

Michelle had been packing for college in increments, trying not to leave everything for the end. Her books were boxed up, and most of her art supplies ready to go. She and Ned had considered rooming together but had decided to cast fate to the wind and get paired with unknown roommates. That felt somehow like the wrong choice, like they'd discussed their plans before and had come to a different answer and Michelle just couldn't quite remember the moment, but rooming just the two of them didn't seem like right solution, either.

This wasn't an unusual feeling. Hanging out with Ned felt suddenly strange as well. Long silences would hang every so often, as if they were waiting for someone else to tap into the conversation.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind," Michelle said quietly when Ned came to visit her after her shift at the coffee shop.

Ned nodded, his face uncharacteristically grave. "I'll be honest… I've considered going to a therapist. There's something not right with me, Michelle. With either of us. And I don't wanna start our college experience like that."

"I know." Michelle fingered the cup of coffee she'd snagged for herself before she finished working. They'd discussed this feeling a lot, but could never quite get to the bottom of it. "Everyone's always talking about trying to 'fill holes' in their life, and that's what it feels like. It feels like there is a literal missing piece. Like- like amnesia, but weirder."

"Yeah, but how could we have both gotten amnesia at the same time without knowing it?" Ned asked with a frown. "And without our parents or teachers or friends knowing it, either?"

Michelle shrugged listlessly, sick of having more questions instead of answers. "I don't know."

—

You okay?

Doesn't really hurt anymore.

—

Michelle carefully removed the beige bandaid from her forehead, wincing as the glue pulled at her skin. She stared at the scab in her bedroom mirror, practically glaring at it as she wracked her brains. She just could not seem to remember hitting her forehead.

In truth, the injury wasn't even all that serious. But when she'd put her hair into a bun one afternoon only to find a bleeding wound on her forehead, she was so alarmed that she'd ordered her dad to take her to the emergency room.

She was showing absolutely no concussive symptoms, the doctor had assured her and her father. The cut wouldn't even need stitches. How had she hurt herself?

She didn't. Know.

Once again, Ned seemed to be in the exact same situation. "Yeah, I've got all of these bruises in random spots!" he exclaimed when she showed him the cut. "No idea where they came from."

"So you don't know how I got this?" Michelle confirmed, gesturing to her forehead. "Because I don't know, and my parents don't know, and nobody knows, and I'm kind of freaking out."

"Breatheeee…" Ned soothed, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I'm sure there's a logical explanation. Maybe you bumped your head in your sleep the night before?"

Michelle shook her head, eyes welling with panic. "It was fresh blood, Ned."

—

Is there anything else?

No. Thank you.

—

Michelle raised her eyes to the door as it swung open. It was the last hour of her last shift of her last day working. Before too long, she and Ned would be leaving for MIT.

"Peter Parker," Michelle greeted, amused at the startled look that immediately crossed his face.

He strode over to the register, weirdly intense. "You know who I am?"

Taken aback, Michelle gave him an awkward smile. "Well, um… you kind of made an impression just announcing your name before ordering coffee. Not many people do that."

"Oh." Peter swallowed. "Right."

Michelle turned under the pretense of checking the register, deciding not to tell him that she had had strange, repeated dreams of his face, blurred and bloody, for weeks on end.

Dreams that started even before he first walked into the coffee shop.

"Could I, uh, get a coffee?" Peter requested, and Michelle nodded mutely, walking off to complete his order. She worked slowly, not wanting him to take his drink and leave. Despite the fact that she'd only seen Peter twice before, she felt like he had some sort of unexplainable grip on her life, and after she left for MIT she'd likely never lay eyes on him again.

The door opened again and Michelle glanced over to see Ned walk in. He, like the great friend he was, had promised to take her out to lunch to celebrate the end of their summer. He glanced at Peter, then did a double take. Michelle stopped moving. She and Ned had been on the same page about every odd feeling since it had all begun. Was he about to find a way to identify the odd allure of this almost complete stranger?

But Ned just focused in on the logo on Peter's shirt. "MIT!" he exclaimed. "Do you go there?" He nodded at Michelle. "Me and MJ are starting in a few days."

Peter blinked a few times before tearing his gaze from Ned's face, looking blankly down at his shirt. "Oh," he said belatedly. "Oh, right. No, I don't… uh, no. I don't go there. I've always wanted to, though. It seems like a great school." He held out his hand to Ned. "Congrats on getting in."

Ned grinned and reached forward, slapping Peter's palm.

Then, as Michelle watched in utter astonishment, Ned's hand twisted, then pulled back, went in for another shake, a fist bump, a knocked elbow-

Ned took a step back, holding both his hands up. "Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, what just happened?"

Michelle stared, wide-eyed, between him and Peter, and her bewilderment grew. Peter was… crying.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, backing for the door. "I'm sorry, I never-"

He turned tail and ran out of the building. Michelle and Ned turned and stared at each other for one amazed moment before charging after him.

"Wait!" Michelle cried as she stepped out into the sidewalk, already scanning the passing faces. "Peter! Peter, wait!"

"There!" Ned exclaimed, pointing and then taking off after the figure that had suddenly confused their lives so much.

Michelle hesitated for just a moment, glancing back at the cafe she was supposed to be finishing her last shift at. Then she turned and raced after Ned.

—

See you around.

—

Looking back on it, Michelle knew that Peter must have wanted them to reach him.

Michelle and Ned caught up with him just as Peter was turning the corner and heading into an alleyway.

"Wait!" Ned pleaded, panting. "Wait, just for like, five seconds. Look, things have been super weird lately but it's mostly been going on in our heads, you know? But I just did a whole handshake that I don't know, with a dude I don't know. That's not the kind of thing you can just overlook!"

Peter wasn't running anymore, but his back was still to them. "I really don't know, man, I'm sorry."

"And-" Michelle broke in, "and I've been- been- I've been having dreams about you."

Ned glanced at her. "Uhhhh…"

"Like- like before we met," Michelle rushed on. "Like I knew you before I knew you, which is impossible. But so is what just happened!"

Peter turned around, pushing his hands through his hair. "Look, you two, I know- I know all of this is insane," he said. "But I- I can't tell you the reason, okay? I just can't. You've already gotten hurt because of me before and I just can't do it anymore."

"But we don't know you, man," Ned groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Do we?"

Peter hesitated. His eyes met Michelle's and she felt her heart rate accelerate. There was a buzzing in her head, even worse than the mess that was normally swirling around in there.

"You do," he said finally, his voice low. "My name is Peter Parker, and I'm- I'm Spider-Man."

He paused for a moment, as if waiting for a response. When neither Ned nor Michelle visibly reacted, he became more desperate. "I- I had to use a magic spell to make everyone forget who I was," he explained, talking faster now. "Even you two. Ned, Ned Leeds, you've been my best friend for basically our entire lives. You were the first person I ever told I was Spider-Man. You're my- my- my guy in the chair. And MJ…" He looked back to her, eyes swimming again. "You are -were- my girlfriend. And I- I never got the chance to tell you this, but… I love you."

Peter stared back and forth between the two of them, begging them with his eyes, but there was so much static in Michelle's head that she could hardly hear, much less respond.

This was insanity.

This made more sense than anything else had in weeks.

Michelle looked over at Ned. He locked eyes with her, white as a sheet.

Then they both collapsed.

—

Just wait. Wait, and tell me when you see me again.

—

Michelle opened her eyes with a groan. Sunlight beamed in from a window, making her temples pound nauseatingly.

"Hey."

She slowly turned her aching head towards the sound of a voice. The face of a young man came into view.

"Peter?" Michelle rasped, trying to sit up. Her vision swam.

"Take it easy," Peter said gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Um… what do you- what do you remember?"

Michelle shut her eyes.

—

You guys are losers.

Then why do you sit with us?

'Cause I don't have any friends.

—

You look really pretty.

And therefore I have value?

No. No, that's not what I meant at all, I was just-

I'm messing with you. You look pretty… too.

—

I'll see you outside in ten minutes?

Meet me outside in five minutes.

—

Were you only watching me because you thought I was Spider-Man?

Yeah. Why else would I be watching you?

—

I really like you.

I really like you, too.

—

Are you sure no one else has figured it out?

Yeah, I mean, it's not like anyone really pays attention to you.

Ouch.

Except for… me.

—

I've only had one week where my life has felt normal. Well, kind of normal, I guess. And that was when you found out.

—

What's up?

I don't know, I just feel like if you don't… if you except disappointment, you can never really get disappointed.

—

You know what? I wouldn't change a thing.

—

Guys, listen, about this whole spell thing…

It's totally okay.

Wait, really?

—

Hey, I couldn't do any of this without you. So… thank you.

Of course.

—

Look at me. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna get through this. We're gonna get through it together.

—

What if that doesn't work, what if we can't remember you? I don't wanna do that, I don't wanna do that.

I know, MJ, I know.

—

I love you.

I love-

—

Michelle stared up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. She could see the relief on Peter's face even before she spoke, even before she reached for him to pull him into a long, tear-mingled kiss.

"I remember everything."

Author's Note: DANGGGG Okay I sat down at approximately 8:05 expecting to get down a couple of paragraphs and it is now 10:21 and I finished the fic. I guess I had more feelings than I thought I did haha.

shoutout to my wonderful roommate who had the idea that Ned would remember his and Peter's handshake!