I was somehow lucky enough that Mary Jane Watson was out of the state for work stuff at the time of my… 'arrival'.

I wasn't sure if she and Peter were together in this universe/world/reality or not, but either way, they were good enough friends that hearing about Peter getting zapped would probably have brought her racing to the hospital.

I pushed the stick on the arm of my hospital-given electric wheelchair as it moved down the hallway. I'd been laying around in bed for the last two days, and the doctors were confident that I was well enough to move around the hallways in the wheelchair.

"Hey there Mr Parker, is everything alright? You look worried."

It took me a moment to respond to the orderly that was accompanying me, still not used to responding to 'Peter' or 'Mr Parker' or anything referring to peter parker at all yet. "Yes, I'm just… thinking. I've never been electrocuted before."

The orderly, a tall woman named Amelia, just laughed. "HA! Can't say many people have! Although, Electro being around probably made New Yorks' averages a little higher than normal on that front…"

I nodded, not saying anything, as I didn't want my absolute wonder at the fact that superpowers existed in this world to shine through. I needed to fit in for now, until I was able to find out how to…

How to what, exactly?

In all the stories I had read, when a person, whether it was a Self-Insert or an Original Character, got shoved into an existing character's mind like this, their mind was either erased or in some cases, was just suppressed.

Hmm. That should be my first order of business, then. Finding out what happened to Peter Parker's mind would have to be my top priority. Figuring out what kind of Spider-Man world this was would probably be helpful, too.

If this was like the MCU, just with Peter being older, then I might be able to contact the avengers and try to get their help. But if we were talking Tobey Maguire or Andrew Garfield Spider-man…

Hmm…I should really come back to this bridge when I crossed it. Getting better after being electrocuted so much I got yanked into Peter's body was more important. I also had to figure out why the Doctor didn't seem to know that Peter Parker is Spider-man.

I placed a palm to my temple as I closed my eyes. God damn, there was so much stuff I needed to plan out, and thinking really hurt when you were still recovering from being electrocuted.

I took a deep breath, and flopped back into the wheelchair, driving it back in the direction of my hospital room. First things first: recovery. And then when I was all better, I could figure out what my plan of action would be.


"Peter, you awake, man?"

I groaned as I felt someone shaking me awake, putting a hand up over my eyes to block out the light attacking them. "Wha-hoos-there?"

"Cmon Peter, wake up! It's me, Miles!"

I shot up almost immediately at that. 'Oh fuck oh shit, Miles. I forgot that Peter might be teaching him at this point in his life!'

Miles seemed to take me sitting up for a different reason, though, as his hand flew to my shoulder and patted it softly. "Hey, man, it's alright, Electro ain't here. You're good, everything is alright."

I looked over at him, giving him a quick once over. 'I don't know what I'm checking for, it's not like he's the one whose identity is in question…'

I nodded slowly, giving Miles my best 'peter parker post-fight' smile that I could think of. It… seemed to work? At least, Miles didn't bring it up if it looked stupid. Maybe he just assumed I was still a little rattled from the electrocution?

That was… a good thing, I think. If he thought I was still rattled, then I could play off any inconsistencies as effects from that until I figured out how to get Peter Parker back in charge of his own body. I definitely didn't want to take over his life, I respected him too much for that.

Plus I barely know how to fight and this world needs a fully capable Spiderman. 'Although, they still have one at the moment…' I glanced at Miles again, who was giving me a concerned look.

Shit! He must think I'm being weird! "Hey, Miles, sorry about that. Been sleeping poorly, and waking up even worse, ever since, well, y'know."

Miles nodded, frowning. "Are you sure you're alright? I know you're tough and can tank a lot of electricity, but you don't have the same… 'buffer' for it that I do. And he'd nearly reached his goal this time, fried most of your suit right off you."

I raised an eyebrow, shaking my head. "Yea, yea, I'm fine, Miles. I'll be alright. And what do you mean 'reached his goal this time', I can't really remember much of the fight."

Miles shivered, looking worried as he glanced at the door, seemingly making sure no one was listening. "He'd almost become pure energy. Do you really not remember? He went after that new Oscorp generator, stuck his hand in it, and boom, supercharged."

My eyes opened wide at that. No fucking wonder Peter got zapped to shit! Electro was already a powerful opponent, but if he had almost become pure energy, then he would be orders of magnitude stronger than usual!

I whistled. "Yea, no. I don't really remember that, but it makes sense why he was able to hit me so hard, I guess. What happened to him after, uh, after I went down?"

Miles frowned, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm not super sure on the exact details, but the technicians told me that the generator had like, a shutdown thing? Apparently, Oscorp is sick of electro messing with their stuff so they added a failsafe if a certain amount of power was drawn out of it over a certain amount of time."

I actually chuckled at that. That one plan was legitimately smarter than a lot of stuff I'd seen in comics. I guess it helps when it's the 'real world' instead? People actually get to think instead of just exist as a story…

Miles shrugged, smiling. "Anyway, the failsafe happened, and because Electro was still connected it really messed him up. I think he's back to pretty much normal now, and they've got him locked in The Raft right now, in a shiny new 'electro-proof cell'."

I nodded slowly, not wanting to agitate my sore muscles with quick movements. "An electro-proof cell, huh. I guess we'll see him next month, not next week, then."

Miles smiled at my poor attempt at a joke and patted me on the shoulder. "Glad to see you're at least trying to be funny!"

I was about to protest to that, purely for pride's sake, when a nurse opened to door, telling Miles that visiting hours were over. While it was probably for the best that he left, as I didn't want him to have enough time to figure me out, it still sucked. Being in the Hospital was boring.

And I still didn't get an answer about how the hell I got to the hospital, to begin with!