Summary: SPOILERS! A deranged witch interrupts Strange's magic at the end of "Spider-Man: No Way Home" and kidnaps all three Peter Parkers! Why does she want their blood? Will all three brothers survive? BROMANCE, WHUMP, HURT/COMFORT!

The Spider Brothers
PenPatronus
Chapter One
The Sapphire Witch

"Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero."
-Marc Brown

Peter Parker One smiled at his dorky doppelgangers. It was endearing, the way they half-heartedly waved "goodbye" to each other as they disappeared. Peter One already missed his new brothers — their brilliance, their bravery. He wondered if Dr. Strange could rig up some tin-cans-on-a-string communications device between universes so that the three Parkers could—

Sapphire energy suddenly chopped through the Statue of Liberty like an axe through wood. The blue blade went right through the statue's crown, down her nose, through her lips, into her neck, and onward until there were two halves of her. For a moment, the entire world went silent. The metal stopped cracking, the water went still, the hovering multiverse in the sky froze. Peter One held his breath. And then Dr. Strange shouted loud enough for all to hear: "SHIT!"

The split halves started to fall.

Peter One whirled around and found Ned and MJ's wide eyes on him. "Run!" he begged, and Ned immediately portal-ed them out of there. He turned back and saw that his clones had un-faded. Peter and Peter were still in One's universe! A split second later, they both disappeared under falling debris.

"NO!"

A wedge of copper slammed into One's shoulder. He teetered, nearly lost his footing, and recovered it only with the help of his webs. Peter climbed. As the statue fell, he swung himself higher and higher until he was on the other side of the half, and then he rode it like a surfboard going down a wave. The statue pushed Captain America's shield underwater when it landed with a roar of metal. Slabs of copper broke. Pieces of metal shattered. Water splashed up into the air and rained down onto the back of Peter's neck along with screws and bolts and concrete. Something extra hard slammed into the back of One's head and he lost track of time and space.

He reemerged after a minute, rolled onto his back, and looked up at the sky — the blank, empty sky. Peter Two and Peter Three were left behind, but Strange had still managed to smack all doors in the multiverse closed. But what about the memory spell…?

"Peter!" Dr. Strange landed beside him. He teetered for a moment — like a man just getting his sea legs — and Peter One noticed blood streaming down the left side of the wizard's neck. "Peter — Kid! You ok?"

Peter One took Strange's outstretched hand and got to his feet. He started to speak — to ask questions, to say they had to find the other Parkers, to ask the wizard if he was all right — but that was when a woman draped in sapphire robes landed with Strange's same grace. Stephen turned around, stepped between Peter and the woman, and summoned runes around his forearms. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

She had the smoothest sable skin. Her eyes matched her gown, and a crystal half-tiara on her forehead twinkled in the moonlight. Her velvet voice was firm, tight. "I thought I stopped your magic in time," she spat, "but you closed it. You closed the multiverse and I need it!"

The hairs on Peter's arms stood on end.

"I need it open, NOW!" the woman shrieked. She raised her hands and aimed ten blue fingernails.

"Listen to me," said Strange. "I don't know who you are, and I can't comprehend how you even knew that was the multiverse but listen to me — there is absolutely no way I am going to open it for you. No matter the reason."

Energy sparkled from the woman's fingers. She spoke with a strained whisper that crescendoed into a scream. "If you won't use your magic to open the door I want, then I'll take your magic from you and do it myself!"

Strange bent his knees. "Peter?"

Peter One gulped. "Stephen?"

"RUN!"

Peter didn't hesitate. He backflipped away from the scene and slid through a narrow crevice in the copper. Trailing behind him were the sounds of sparks and metal, blunt fists on skin, sizzling fire, and gasps of effort. Peter One left all that behind and sprinted towards the drowned shield. "PETER!" One shouted. "Peter, can you hear me?" Peter One waded through water and crawled under debris. "Peter, where are you?"

Splashing ahead. "Oh my god." Peter One doubled his speed. He somersaulted under a bridge of metal and then dove into the water. Ahead, Peter Three was struggling to swim with a limp Peter Two held tightly against his chest. One noticed the slashes in Three's suit and the dozens of cuts on his face. Peter Three's tiptoes hit the ground about the time Peter One caught up with them. Peters One and Three pulled Two's arms over their shoulders and marched forward until they were all out of the water. Gently as they could, the pair of spider men lowered Peter Two onto a safe slab of copper and knelt beside him.

"Is — is he…" Three managed to spout between harsh coughs. "B-Breathing?"

Peter One put his ear against Two's pale lips. Blood was pooling beneath his body. "I think so. Yeah, yeah, he's breathing."

"Good, good, good," Three coughed.

Peter One noticed the blood then. "Oh my god." He pulled Two towards him, rotating him onto his side so that the two conscious Peters could look at the stab wound in his back. "Oh my god, he's going to bleed out!"

"Got it," Peter Three managed between coughs. Three aimed at the open wound in Two's back and unleashed his webs. After a half-minute, Two had a taut but soft bandage. Not a drop of blood leaked through.

"Never would've thought of that," One admitted.

Three finally got the coughing out of his system. He held up his hands, shook them and said, "That's all the webs I've got—"

BOOM. Dr. Strange landed on his back not far from the three Peters. He looked like he was unconscious. The sapphire woman dropped beside him. She sneered at Peter One, and then aimed blue fingers at Strange's chest. "No!" One shouted.

Peter One expected some sort of light show. The woman vowed to steal Strange's magic, but she just stood there, fingers trembling, no indication at all that she was taking a single thing. Her smirk loosened into a frown. "No…"

Peter Three slowly stood up. He gestured at One to stay behind him, to stay with Peter Two. Then he positioned himself between his brothers and the woman, and turned to face her, arms raised like she was pointing a gun. The woman sidestepped the unconscious wizard and approached.

Peter Three cleared his throat. "Hi!" he said cheerfully. "I could be wrong," he continued, "but I think this is the part of the good guy/ bad guy meet-and-greet where we, you know, exchange names, digits maybe, solidify our intentions…" Three shrugged. "Maybe—"

The woman moved to him faster than the blink of an eye. "Oh, you're fast," Three said, genuinely surprised. Another blink, and her left hand wrapped around his throat. "Oh, you're strong," said Three, surprised again. She tightened her grip and raised him up off his feet. "Fast and strong, Peter!" Three reported to One as he tried and failed to get out of her grip. "Fast and strong!"

"No no no, stop stop stop!" Peter One exclaimed. He jumped up and raised his hands. "Don't hurt him, please — please don't hurt any of them, please!"

The woman's eyes burned blue. "Tell me how to enter another," she demanded, "and I won't murder your friends." She tightened her grip even more, and Peter Three gasped for breath.

"I don't — I don't know, ok? I really, really don't know. But if you put him down — put him down now, all right? Dr. Strange and you and I can sit down, have a chat, figure out how we can help each other—"

She tightened her grip again. "Pete—!" Three managed. His lips turned blue.

"He's not — Stop it! — He's not even from here, all right? He's from another universe. This is my universe so deal with me, all right? Take me, take me!" One begged.

The sapphire woman cocked her head to the side. "He's not from here?"

"No, he's not, and neither is he!" Peter One pointed down at the unconscious Peter Two. "They're both from other universes, they have nothing to do with this, if you want to threaten someone threaten me!"

Sapphire woman looked up at Peter Three. "If he's from another universe, then he can tell me how to get to it!" she concluded. A second after Peter Three's eyes rolled back into his skull and his arms went limp, she dropped him. Three landed hard on his hip and collapsed onto his side. His head would've collided with copper, but One dove forward and caught him. Peter One then punched Three in the stomach, and after a giant gasp of pain, he started coughing all over again. He reached for his brother's hand, and One grasped his.

Peter One looked up at the woman with tears of both gratefulness and anger in his eyes. "He can't tell you how to get to his universe," One whispered. "He doesn't know. The three of us do. Not. Know."

The woman transformed. Her straight body posture softened. Rounded edges appeared on her stern face. She smiled. "Well, that's all right," she said, resembling a caring grandmother. "I've got other plans for you."

"What—" both conscious Peters started. But blue tendrils extended from the witch's blue fingertips and wrapped around their throats and this time, she held on until the pair of Peters fell unconscious.

To Be Continued