A/N: In this story the Peters can all visit each other with their portal devices. It's also primarily gen and friendship focusing on the three of them, America, and mentions of Peter & Flash friendship because I like the idea of them eventually becoming friends and being part of the gang.
Warnings: Definite warnings regarding the references and attempted suicides. Also there is the occasional swear word. Also this story is unbeta'd so future apologies for any grammatical mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman or the Avengers and make no money from writing this.


America honestly thought they were dead.

She had been getting bored and frustrated trying to master both her powers and sorcery. Living in the Sanctum was entirely different than what she was used to. Before, being a free spirit meant that she could occasionally travel the multiverse and do whatever she wanted. Now she was living in the same place with 3 dozen rules and regulations that America never had to deal with before.

When she heard talk from her fellow sorcerers about a creature breaking into their world called a Djinn, she decided she was in and immediately left to investigate. Well not immediately she wanted some background knowledge of what she was up against and found it in one of the library tombs.

This would be a great chance to test her new skills and put her control to the test. After being hunted by monsters, she finally would be getting the chance to do the hunting instead. A location spell brought her to a closed abandoned factory. Her hands stopped glowing, and she recoiled in fear as soon as she stepped inside. Strung up further in the center from the ceiling with rope were half a dozen bodies, three of which were different masked Spidermen. 'Variants of themselves' she recognized faintly.

At first America didn't know what to do just staring helplessly at the corpses unable to connect what she was seeing in front of her. Even after everything she had seen this was both sickening and horrifying and turned her stomach. Before something kicked in, she began slicing through and cutting the ropes with an abandoned blade. This was not well thought out as she couldn't catch any of the bodies as they fell to the ground with a thump. Upon closer inspection each person had a needle driven into their neck that branched to some type of blood bag.

"It's like some type of monster vampire." She whispered to herself before deciding to carefully remove the tiny needles. Although she didn't really want to, America knew she had to check the status of each body. Discovering that there were seven total and three of which were definitely dead. The other four however she noticed with shocked hope were still alive.

One by one she began slowly opening a portal under each person to transport them back to the sanctum. At least this way they would be able to help the survivors and properly bury the dead. However, after sending back the last teenager, America realized the Djinn had returned and was approaching closer.

Panicking instead of throwing open a normal portal she threw one of her own in the form of a white star that opened underneath her and the other Spidermen to another dimension, one that America didn't immediately recognize where they were, only knew by the looks of it that it was some type of cave. She tried making the same gestures as before but it only yielded familiar frustrating sparks.

"No no no no no! Come on!" She yelled trying to do the same thing she could only do half the time. "Okay concentrate, clear my mind." Dropping down to sit in a meditative position and releasing a controlled breath. After a dozen more attempts America released another frustrated scream before resting her head in her hands. If she couldn't get them home it occurred to her after a few moments that she at least needed to try to wake them up. How best to do this was the question.

There was a mind projection spell that came easier to her than the others, but it was exhausting. She had only practiced it a few times. Since they were trapped in their heads, this would probably be the best way to help.

Going back and forth with it in her head whether she should take off their masks. On the one hand America guessed there was probably a reason they wore them, and they probably wouldn't like it. However, right now she couldn't tell if they were in pain or not or if they looked like they might be waking up.

They were so different from each other. The one on the right was the stockiest with silver webbing on his suit. The one on the left was the tallest with the longest spider in the middle of his costume. And the one in the middle was the smallest who's suit looked like a mix of the two. She was just about to take off the mask of the smallest one, when the one on the right sprang up and forward. America was getting annoyed that she let out another scream at the jump scare.

The figure was panting trying to calm himself down before carefully taking stock of his surroundings. "What..what is happening and who. Who are you?"

His voice tried to sound firm and authoritative; however it fell short due to the exhaustion creeping through. He studied her intensely, leaning over as if protecting the other two but made no immediate move to attack. America however was too surprised to do anything but ask.

"Whoa you just woke up on your own. You beat the effects of the Djinns' poison. All the sections I read made it seem impossible without help. Seriously how in the world did you do that?"

The man let out a near quiet sigh. "I'm going to need your name and everything else you can tell me that will help me understand."


Peter 3 felt groggy and felt himself drifting between sleep and wakefulness. He was warm and comfortable laying in a bed far bigger and softer than his own back home, but oddly enough his spider sense was going off mutely like a phone on vibrate. Just as he was about to register this as a concern, a baby's cries suddenly came over the baby monitor on a side table next to him making him sharply alert. His second realization that something was wrong was that he wasn't alone, as a slim figure wrapped around him nuzzling his neck.

"Do you want to go get her or should I?"

Peter wasn't proud that his first instinct was to yelp and roll out of the surprise embrace straight off the bed just to get immediate distance from that voice. 'He'd thought he'd finally stopped hearing her talking to him.' He laid on the floor wincing and holding his forehead. The pain was wiped from his face, when he saw who peeked over him from on top of the bed. A dead match to who he thought he had heard.

"Gwen?"


Peter 1 knew on some level this wasn't real. This had to be some type of dream, hallucination, magic, or alternate reality. His spider sense was thrumming lowly in the back of his mind to reinforce the feeling of wrongness. As soon as he woke up he was hit with everything that was off. This wasn't his bed, room or apartment, and the voices he heard in the background. Holy shit were his Aunt May and Uncle Ben!

Where the hell was he?

Throwing back the comforter and sheets, he ran to confront the potential Beck illusions. They jumped back when he immediately asked them several questions that only they would know first. Peter let out a breath and was torn between hugging them and running away as his Spider sense was still going off.

"Peter are you okay? Is something wrong?" May asked, looking at him in concern while she carefully guided him to sit at the table.

"I I...I don't understand how are you here? Both of you Alive?"

His aunt and uncle traded concerned glances before May pressed a hand to his forehead. "No May. I'm not sick." He said, shrugging off the hand quickly. "Something happened that brought you back." Because you're dead in my reality. He couldn't bring himself to say.

"Peter what are you talking about? We've always been here with you. We haven't gone anywhere."

Peter shot his uncle a wide eyed bewildered look. "Uncle Ben the last time I saw you I was seven and Aunt May." Turning to look at his aunt and feeling his throat tighten up as the emotion hit him. "You've...it's been about 6 months." His mouth twisted as if not sure whether to go up or down. "This isn't real."

His aunt put her hands on his face, guiding him to look up. "Peter honey. This is real. I'm not sure what happened to make you think it's not, but I think you had a rough night last night. You got in so late last night. I'm going to talk to Tony and maybe we need to rethink your patrol schedule."

As soon as she said his name it was as if he had been punched in the gut. "Tony? Mr Stark...is alive too?"

More glances were traded again.

"Maybelline I think it's a good idea to get one of those doctors that Tony has on payroll and get Pete checked out."

He was already shaking his head before his uncle finished speaking. "No, I want to see him. Mr Stark."

When it looked like they were on the fence he played his trump card using his puppy eyes. "Please May?"

"Ah fine," Making a dramatic gesture. "You know it's impossible for me to resist that. But you will go no buts if we get any more worried." He definitely would need to try not to give them any more reasons to worry. "Now finish your breakfast and then we'll call to see if he's free for a visit later today."

All throughout the ride over his thoughts felt like a dust storm. He ended up tuning out the front seat chatter. What was going on? And why was he the only one that remembered? Even searching through the last thing he remembered was fuzzy. Something about a creature...taking people?

"Hello Peter. Earth to Pete?"

He blinked and sat up straighter. "I'm sorry what?"

"I asked if you're excited to spend the weekend with your friends at Tony's lake house. You've had this date on the calendar for awhile now. Have you finally figured out what you're doing?"

"Oh um...no not really. We're still discussing, but we'll figure something out."

His aunt and uncle said their goodbyes, leaving Peter to venture alone up Stark Tower to Mr Stark's Penthouse. Through the elevator ride all the way up to the doors that cleared them Peter had tumultuous thoughts that skidded to a halt as soon as he caught Mr Stark in the flesh making notes with his finger on a Stark pad.

"Ah Peter perfect timing I got some updates and schematics I want to show you for the new suit I'm designing. I could really use your input. I promise to give you more than 12% credit later, when I recount this to Pepper." He joked before twisting the pad around to study what he added.

At the lack of response Tony looked up to see Peter frozen where he stood. "Hey kid you okay? What's wrong?"

"I'm...this is going to sound weird but I need you to tell me something only you would know."

Tony's brows furrowed, now studying Peter before answering his request. "The first time we met was at the Stark Expo when you were five. You named the AI I gave you Karen. But if you want something more personal you were the reason that Steve got into Star Wars. Now I have two huge fans to deal with though he was really freaked when he saw Padme and Mace Windu, which was frankly hilarious."

Peter bit his lip before running to give Mr Stark a hug that he cautiously returned. Even the expensive cologne the man was wearing was the same. "Anything that happened last night that I should know about? May said you got in really late last night, but I didn't hear anything from Karen. So I hope you're not using your buddy to hack in and mess around with the protocols again."

"Sorry just a very late night and long week. I haven't been sleeping well lately." Which was true although he couldn't clearly share the real reason that he was acting strange. Not when everyone was thinking there was something wrong with him. He needed to pretend everything was normal, and not flipped upside down. He felt Mr Stark pat him on the back.

"Well I'm no stranger to a late night or the occasional all nighter, but I have an agreement with your aunt and uncle Peter and that means meeting their curfew in exchange for going out and using the suit. Capish?"

"I understand." Resisting the urge to dive back in for another hug from the man he hadn't seen from the battlefield, but that would probably raise suspicions. "Won't happen again Mr. Stark."

Mr Stark gave him a skeptical glance raising an eyebrow. "Thought we had it to Tony kid. You really must be out of it to go back to formalities after all these years.

Internally he winced this wasn't going to come easy for him. "Sorry Tony."

"Hmm make it up to me with some brand new ideas."


After doing her best to explain everything and watching the older man take it in America offered how she could possibly help. "Look I know you don't know me, but I think I can help. I don't know why, but there's one spell I'm really good at and that's a mind projection spell. This would be my first time projecting another person in, so I have no idea how this is going to go. But I definitely think you'd have a better time getting through to them."

"How much time do we have? You said sometimes...the victims don't wake up even if this Djinn thing is killed. Do their chances get worse the longer they're in there?"

Already America was beginning to feel under qualified and equipped to handle this. But no way out now, and she was all these guys had as far as assistance goes. Still she didn't treasure being the one to dole out unfortunate news. "I don't know." She answered back quietly. "From what I read the books didn't really say. Most of the time the people they hunt aren't rescued and...those that are usually are catatonic and in comas for the rest of their lives."

The man made a distressed sound and immediately went to grip both of their hands as if seeking reassurance.

"But that's where I can help!" Moving in closer. "I can project you inside their minds one at a time and however you got out of there. You can tell them the same! And what's going on and stuff."

Unfortunately her words seemed to not have the effect she wanted because he replied back. "What I had to do is something I never want to tell them to do and no one should do. But from what I understand it doesn't sound like we have any other choice." Finally turning to face her. "How does this work?"

Extending out her hand. "Just take my hand and tell me which mind you want to try reaching out to first? Since you all seem to be the same and haven't given me any names I'm going to call you Silver because you got the silver webs and him pointing to Peter 1 Red and him pointing to Peter 3 Blue. Is that cool?"

He grabbed her hand. "That's fine thank you. Can you take me inside uh Red's head first?"

She gripped his hand before placing her other one on top of Red's forehead. "Alright here we go."


Peter never realized how much he had missed this. Hanging out in Mr. Stark's lab with rock music playing in the background tinkering, watching dummy fetch things, and just bantering and spinning ideas off of each other.

Of course now he had his newly found brother's with him that together kinda filled in the missing support he needed. They also worked on their suits and bounced new ideas off of each other testing theories on multidimensional travel. He didn't know how he would have survived without them to be honest.

Even though Peter still wasn't sure what was going on, he didn't see the harm in enjoying what he had been given in the meantime. Yet it would help him a bit, if he knew more about this reality.

"So where are the other Avengers?" He asked in a light tone, twisting his screwdriver.

"Thor is back on Asgard or somewhere off world. You know he neglects to leave a calling card, when he takes off. Capsicle is down in the gym with Barnes and Sam. The wonder twins are with Fury somewhere on a shield mission, and the lovable green guy is in his lab. I think Wanda and Vision are still on some sort of extended honeymoon."

The thing that caught Peter's attention was Captain Rogers with Sergeant Barnes and Mr Wilson. That never happened in his time-line as far as he knew. Civil War had distanced and split everyone. So he really knew nothing that had happened here which was bad, because it wouldn't take much to give him away. Then it hit him. Karen! His AI could catch him up to speed on everything that had happened and went on here and maybe give him some insight.

Fingers crossed Peter could only hope his suit was back at home and not here. Considering he had supposedly just worn it last night he couldn't take the risk and ask. Every interaction he had was already too suspicious at this point.

Mr Stark was exactly the same though he looked even better a little less gray in his hair. After designing a few trick arrows for Mr Barton, Peter agreed to stay for a movie and some reheated food.

"Dinosaurs, pirates or treasure hunts, kid which franchise are we starting with tonight?"

Up on the screen he could see the Jurassic Park, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Indiana Jones movies all lined up. "Hmm let's go pirates. You'd make a passable Captain Jack Sparrow."

Tony narrowed his eyes as he took his spot on the couch. "Not sure if that's a compliment or not, but I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt there."

As they were both movie commentary people, it made the movie and the time that much better. It was actually harder than he thought to turn Mr Stark down for his offer to stay in his guest room. But he needed answers and it seemed the only one who could give him those would be Karen.

Peter 3 was also going through a similar experience which was struggling not to freak out when you find out not only is your dead uncle now alive. But also your girlfriend who was also dead is now alive and your wife. Not to mention apparently he was a dad here. The array of emotions he was feeling were extensive, especially with everyone acting like he was out of touch with reality. Guess it was time for him to give an Oscar worthy performance to try and blend in and hopefully figure things out.


Peter 1's uncle was the one to pick him up and drop him back at their home, making idle chit chat in the car while May was working a late night shift. Peter made the excuse he was tired and headed off to his room, dashing the rest of the way. His eyes quickly roved over every inch, until he got to the closet and made a happy sound as he pulled it out.

"Karen?"

"Hello Peter." His AI replied back and Peter nearly cried upon hearing her.

"Karen I have a lot of questions for you that I need you to not report to Friday. I know your protocols. This doesn't concern my health or put me in danger."

"Very well what would you wish to know?"

"I need you to tell me everything you know about me and my life."

He listened as Karen gave a methodical recap of everything she knew, records and files wise. His parents still died, but his aunt and uncle adopted him. His Uncle Ben never died. He still got bit by the spider at the same time. But his meeting with Mr Stark was different because the Civil War never took place. Mr Stark still found him through social media and offered him an internship and the suit. His friends were still the same, though apparently Liz was girlfriend here. He had no idea if her dad was still the vulture. Thanos either had never happened or hadn't happened yet which he hoped was the former. He still existed in part as Spiderman.

Suddenly his phone chimed with Ned and M.J texting him. Peter wasn't sure how much more of this emotional roller coaster day he could take. It was like the best dream but one he knew wasn't real.

Ned: DUDE I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS WEEKEND'S ALMOST HERE Peter! Tell me how stoked you are for this lake-house? M.J I already know you're like a 4 so I'm not going to ask.

M.J: 4? That's generous I would have put myself at a 2

Ned: May I repeat L.A.K.E.H.O.U.S.E

M.J: Yes as your former decathlon captain I can read quite well thank you. I guess with you guys there it might be a 3

Ned: I think with Peter there you should bump that up to a 10!

Peter couldn't resist sending a heart eyes emoji. He couldn't help but laugh when M.J sent back an eye-roll emoji with a 'get a room you 2 I'll c u losers tomorrow'

Ned: 4 sure bright and early peeps

Peter: Sounds good, Night guys!

About to turn his light off for the night, Peter gasps as he finds a familiar face staring back at him from outside his window. Dashing over and throwing it open Peter leaned out searching for any sign of Peter 2 that he had just seen. Calling out in a whisper, Peter concluded it had to be his mind messing with him further. Maybe when he woke up he would be back in his reality. He wasn't sure if that would be a good thing or a bad one.

America and Spiderman were thrown back as if hit by a shock-wave. This was their 7th try, because she couldn't maintain the connection long enough to get him to the right place. Doing this combined with the magic she had been using earlier was slowly beginning to take its toll. Yet looking at Silver as he shook his head and made his way back over to her, she couldn't let that show or slow her down.

"I'll get this I promise. I know you'll see Blue this time. I Promise."


Peter 1 definitely didn't wake up back in his reality, as he woke once more to the sounds of Aunt May laughing at something Uncle Ben had said. A sad smile reaches Peter's face; it had been just him and May for as long as he can remember, but clearly Ben had been a bright spot in her life. Getting out of bed he tried to act as normally as he could for them.

"Good morning." He greeted taking a seat next to his uncle.

"Morning sport." His uncle responded back and set down his paper. "Feeling better today?"

"Yeah guess I just needed some sleep."

"Oh Peter we're leaving at 11 today, so I'll need you packed before then. Just let me know if you need help. Oh and don't pack your suit this is a heroics free weekend."

"Got it May." Tucking into the plate she laid in front of them. The burnt pancakes were a surprise, but it seemed that his aunt couldn't cook well in any reality. His offer to wash dishes was turned down in favor of him packing, and he left to the sight of his aunt and uncle tag teaming that chore.

Duffel bag in hand Peter felt himself lighting up at the sight of his best friends and Liz standing in front of the house.

"Peter you made it!"

"Yeah about time you showed up."

Running up to them. "It's so good to see you guys!" Turning to face Liz he suddenly felt very shy and awkward. "Uh hhhey Liz."

Looking back at him indulgently she gave him a sudden hug and kiss on the cheek. "Hey babe."

"And suddenly it's Freshman year all over again. Where's my sketchbook?" Michelle called back dryly but she seemed slightly amused as well. Peter absently wondered if this was what it would have been like if things never went south with Liz to begin with. It was still weird though with how he left things with M.J and having to not treat her the same.

Ned had no issues doing their secret handshake. The last time they had done it was the night they got their MIT letters. Seeing all of their stuff Peter offered to carry theirs in too, but they didn't take him up on it.

Once inside Peter was blown away by how nice everything looked. He was expecting more of a woodsy old cabin feel but the inside was entirely modern with brand new appliances.

"Whoa this is amazing. Is Mr Stark I mean Tony here yet?" He turned just in time to catch their confused glances.

"He never usually joins us when we come here just leaves us the keys and tells us not to do anything he wouldn't do or would do something about a gray line. I can't remember."

Peter felt a part of himself droop at that. "Oh," Kinda having expected to spend the weekend with the man since they were staying at his place.

M.J seemed to read his falling mood. "He's kinda a busy man Peter. I'm actually really surprised he cleared his schedule, and you spent yesterday with him. He usually doesn't do that unless it's a preplanned weekend booked far in advance. I'm pretty sure he's with Ms Potts for the next week at their Malibu house."

That was different than what he knew. Mr Stark from his reality was always really generous with his time, and the only time he made him feel like this was when he was dealing with the vulture.

Sensing they could use a mood change, Ned wrapped an arm around him and ushered him inside, already suggesting all the different things they could possibly squeeze in this weekend. After horseshoes, Bocce ball, and lawn bowling the four finally made their way to the lake. Liz suddenly groaned after checking her phone and informed the group.

"My dad's being impossible and telling me he needs me back home to help them with the open house they're having. I asked if they needed help, but they told me no at the time. I guess they changed their minds, because a lot more people showed up and no one's picking up."

"Drop your phone in the lake." M.J said without looking over, focused more on her book. She was donning her sunglasses and laid out in a recliner.

"Don't do that! She has the latest Stark phone. It's too good to destroy."

Peter tried to think about what this version of him would say in this situation. "Sure you don't want to try to talk him into letting you stay and hang out with us for a few hours?"

She kissed him softly before smiling at him. "If they weren't as stressed as they were, I might have let you guys talk me into it. But I think I need to be there for them, and we can always do this again."

"True." Even though that was a fat lie. "Drive safe and uh text us, me when you get there."

"Will do bye everyone."

"Bye Liz!"

"Your dad sucks, but bye." MJ stayed in her recliner under an umbrella and continued letting the boys take turns swinging from the rope into the lake.

"M.J are you sure you don't want to come in? The water's really not bad!"

"If anyone so much as comes near with the intent to throw me in, I will stab you with this fork." Holding one up taken from the kitchen to demonstrate.

Peter and Ned shook their heads with no intention of risking that.

Sun-kissed and waterlogged (for M.J eventually joined them) they made their way inside to the awaiting leftovers, scarfing them down before wandering out to the patio to stargaze.

"So are you guys ready for college? My lola keeps taking me shopping, when these summer deals hit on things for my dorm."

M.J scoffed, continuing to sketch on her sketchpad. "You suckers have fun wasting your money. I can't wait to get out of here and begin traveling the country."

"My semi-sweet Michelle you'll change your 'college is a scam' tune when we have shiny degrees and you're struggling to find work. Don't worry I will always have a pull out couch available for you."

"Hah like I'd ever live with you."

"In your dreams right." Ned said with an exaggerated wink. M.J didn't say anything other than let her lips quirk up. Peter was beginning to get the uncomfortable feeling that they were dating and either hadn't told him or didn't know it themselves. So he desperately changed the subject to Flash, when in doubt it always sparked discussion. Now that he thought about it, that name triggered a feeling almost like a memory? Something about the very last thing he remembered.

They talked about their classmates, teachers and a few other things before finally calling it a night. Being as big as it was no one had to share rooms, and Peter was kinda more relieved then he thought to retreat for a bit. They were so much like his best friends in some regards but also noticeably different in others. And he kept having to censor himself from treating M.J like his girlfriend, because this one wasn't dating him.

It was no surprise that he didn't sleep well waking up well before dawn. With everyone still asleep the next morning Peter took the time to walk around the grounds and explore the perimeter just as the sun was beginning to peak above the horizon line. It was cool and the morning chill had him reaching for a spare hoodie his aunt had packed. As he walked there was nothing but sounds of crickets and birds overlapping each other.

"Peter 1!" A voice called out to him as an older man came running over.

"Peter 2?" He breathed out in shock staring helplessly at the man who stopped to catch his breath in front of him.

"Oh thank goodness I finally found you. Listen, I don't have much time before I'm pulled back. Look, everything that's happening right now isn't real. We all got poisoned by this creature called a Djinn. It traps you in a dream world like an unfulfilled wish. You and Peter 3 both are in a coma back in the real world just like I was. You have to wake yourself up right now."

"Wh- I don't understand. How are you even here right now?"

"That's unimportant. What is important is to break yourself out of it."

"Wait what happens if I can't?"

Peter 2 looked grave as he answered. "Then there's a good chance that you will be trapped here and...you'll probably never wake up."

Peter felt a cold chill throughout his body. Well...that was pretty alarming. "Okay but how do I wake myself up? I don't know what to do."

"Under normal circumstances I would never tell anyone this but only a great shock to the system will do it. In my case I had to-"

Peter 2 suddenly vanished mid word and Peter felt desperation and frustration hit him at once.

"Had to what! You had to do what! What am I supposed to do?!"

Letting out a strangled curse, Peter 2 staggered and held onto his companion even as she nearly hit the ground from the forced ejection.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," She groaned in frustration and exhaustion. "I thought opening multidimensional portals was hard, but magic is so much worse. Dr Strange makes this look so stupidly easy, but I can't get you a connection longer then a few minutes." America angrily kicked at a pile of dirt before wearily sitting down. "I'm sorry this sucks."

"Hey you're doing great." He tried to encourage patiently. "Without you I'd have no hope of reaching them. I'll easily take that any day." Looking her over he could tell doing as much as she had been was wearing her out fast. While he didn't want to exhaust her further, Peter also felt an urgency to get the other two out of there. He didn't want to think about his brothers slipping further into the magical equivalent of a coma. "How much time do you need to recover?"

"Give me like 15 maybe 20 minutes before we go back in. I think that will be enough of a breather." Focusing her attention on the two men laid out on the ground in front of them, America asked. "Which one am I sending you to this time?"

"I'll try Blue this time and see if I get anywhere." Peter felt his face fall a bit, as he remembered the last time he went in which was the worst. The other man was camping with Gwen and happily playing with their 1 year old baby Beth. Peter had hesitated too long before making contact and calling out. He had a sinking feeling that the other man might be harder to convince of the two.


A shock to the system. What was considered enough of a shock to the system? He tried pinching then slapping himself in the face. When that didn't work he threw himself off of the front porch. Which hurt even worse and still didn't work. What was he missing that would get him home?

"Hey guys?" Directing the question to Ned and M.J who turned to look at them. "What's the most intense or realistic dream you've ever had?" Ned and M.J were both sitting on the rocking swing porch and Peter was perched on the fence adjacent to them. M.J gave him a weird look.

"Weird question, Parker why do you ask?"

"Oh you know." Helpless shrugging. "just a random thing that came to me."

"Oh!" Ned started animatedly. "Once I had this dream where I had magical powers and could cast spells. Definitely one of my best."

M.J appeared unimpressed. "Yeah okay Harry Potter. Did you end up fighting Voldemort too?"

"Please," Ned scoffed. "If I'm going to imagine myself taking someone out from that world. It's for sure going to be Toad Umbridge or Bellatrix despite how hot she is." Ned said trailing off dreamily.

Peter felt a zing of happiness trading looks with M.J that read the same thing. "Ned, she would avada kedavra you so fast you wouldn't be able to blink."

"Oh I know but man what a way to go...The most stunning vision before meeting your untimely end."

He shook his head, deciding to change tactics. "What about nightmares? What usually wakes you up if you're having one." Now they were both starting to look concerned.

"Peter if you've been having nightmares. You can tell us."

"Yeah my mom knows a few people. I'm sure they could find you a counselor or prescribe you something to help you sleep."

Releasing a frustrated breath he debated sharing anything more. It was clear they weren't understanding he didn't know how else to work out the problem with them.

"I'm fine guys, probably just the stress of..college next year talking out loud."

"Hey buddy it's okay. At least your stress hasn't led to impulse shopping. I'm still in trouble with my Lola over that."

"I'm on your Lola's side no college student needs a 60 in TV and PX5."

"M.J just let me live!"


America felt herself swaying and was caught by two hands gripping her upper arms.

"Whoa hey. Let's take a rest okay? I think you've done enough." Gently setting her on the ground. She fought to stand back up.

"No I can do this, just give me 10 minutes."

He hesitated for so long she thought she'd have to fight him, but he eventually asked. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes I'm already better."

Thankfully he didn't call her out on her bullshit and let her take them back in once more. They did this a few more times, until she finally blacked out. America came to a hand gently shaking her and calling her name.

"Sorry let's go again." Trying her best to stand up even as he was gently pushing her back down.

"America-"

"I know I keep saying this, but I'm sure I'll get you contact this time. I know it."

"America-"

"Maybe it just takes 2 dozen tries. The 24th time's the charm. If you just let me."

"AMERICA!"

Her mouth shut with a snap, and she looked away chastised.

"You've done more than enough." He continued gently both consoling and understanding. "I shouldn't have agreed the last time. That was a mistake on my part, and I'm sorry."

She didn't immediately respond, just looked down at her hands that couldn't stop shaking. "I just want to help." At this point she couldn't hide the break in her voice or that she was now on the verge of tears. "I just want my powers to go right for once."

"Hey," He soothed, holding her fingers steady. "You have helped a lot. You got Flash out of there and brought him and the others to the Sanctum. You saved us and got us away. I've made contact with each of them and the last time I was able to write them a clue that will help them put it together. I'm really grateful and proud of you. At this point we need to trust them to find their own way out."

Shutting her eyes even after hearing that as nice as it sounded America couldn't help but dwell on the negatives. "What if they can't?" She didn't want to be the reason that the two others were unable to get out. For once couldn't her stupid powers be easy? She felt her hands squeezed.

"Then it still won't be your fault, but have faith. Sometimes that's all we can do."

That was probably another thing she wasn't good at trusting things to work out. "Can I ask what you saw in there?" Still feeling shaky so choosing to lie on the ground instead of trying to meditate.

Peter pauses working out just how to answer before shaking his head. "It's hard to explain. There's elements of it that make it enticing. Mainly a lot of people that I've lost were alive once again. But I couldn't shake my sense that things were wrong. Some of my friends and family were slightly different, like how they would be if certain events happened differently. In the back of my mind I knew I couldn't stay. So once I finally made my decision from then on it just became a matter of working out how to escape."

He didn't add that it was a lot harder than he was making it seem to leave. A part of him really wanted to stay especially, as he left when they were in the middle of celebrating his Aunt May's birthday party with everyone there including Harry and his pregnant wife along with Mary Jane and their twins. A life that would never be. Peter thought to himself, closing his eyes. Particularly his children, the biological changes to his body had not granted that kindness.

"That's why you woke up without my help. Which I'm still amazed at to be honest."

Whatever he's about to say is derailed as he sees Peter 3 jackknife up, gasping before curling over himself. Peter immediately leans closer and starts rubbing his back.

"Hey hey hey you're okay. You're back. It's over."

He immediately knows this is the wrong thing to say when Peter 3 responds thinly with tears. "Nothing about me is okay right now. Where's this Djinn thing?"

"Gone at the moment."

"Oh good! It's still alive so I can hunt it down later." He threatened darkly. "That son of a bitch picked the wrong victims to toy with." Looking around, Peter 3's face fell when he caught sight of Peter 1 still unconscious. "He's still in his?"

"Yeah,"

"Damn I was thinking I was going to be the last one." Shifting his position so he could sit Indian style closer to Peter 1 and directly across from the other man. Then he caught sight of the extra guest raising his web shooter to point at her. "Whoa who are you?"

Peter 2 pushed his wrist down. "She's a friend not a threat. This is America and she's the one who was able to project me into your consciousness."

"Sup Blue. Glad you joined the land of the living." America replied but couldn't help eying his wrist from her place on the ground. Peter 3 caught sight of it and rubbed the back of his head.

"Sorry about that. Definitely still on edge. How long was I out and where are we?"

Finally taking a seat Peter 2 began to explain, filling in all the missing details. Later he couldn't help himself. "I don't mean to offend, but if I'm being completely honest..."

"You weren't expecting me to figure it out or want to come back?" Peter 3 answered tiredly fiddling with his web shooters.

"The latter." Peter 2 said as carefully as he could. "I was pretty sure you'd both figure it out." He waited while Peter 3 took his time answering. America seemed fine to go back to her earlier position lying on the ground conserving her energy.

"Yeah well as perfect and amazing as it was. They didn't nail every detail right. Plus it's kinda hard to completely sink into it when your spider sense is subtly and continuously flashing at you. 'Something's not right!' Haven't ignored it for that long before" Peter 2 could tell as nonchalant as he was trying to come off, Peter 3 was still pretty rattled and definitely angry. "Did the people in there try to stop you too?"

"Yes." Because part of the magic or better word for it poison was once the person worked out what they needed to do all the closest loved ones would try to talk or tempt them out of it.

"Well let's just hope Peter 1 works it out fast and doesn't listen to them."

"Right." Feeling uneasy the longer he took to come back.


Unlike Peter 3 who had both worked it out and found the clue. Peter 1 never found what Peter 2 had left. But he was a scientist which meant much like his variants. He liked to use the scientific method when he could. For this case he had the question Is this real more specifically is this a dream and not a magic spell, alternate reality, or drugged hallucination. His hypothesis was yes he was trapped in some type of dream and none of this was real.

If he was dreaming then nothing he did ultimately would matter. And if he died in this dream then he SHOULD wake up. The only problem was if he was wrong, but with the phrase shock to the system echoing in his head it solidified his certainty. At this point he needed to do something or per Peter 2 he wouldn't wake up. So with that in mind he headed out to the lake Peter was either going to get out or die trying

"Peter, stop! What are you doing?" M.J yelled as she and Ned ran out to the lake's edge. Peter however , had already climbed up the cliff and used the swinging rope to get a good distance from them, swinging straight into the lake.

"You're not real! And I need to go home."

"Home? What are you talking about? You can't swim home."

"I don't intend too."

"Peter please come back inside. We'll talk about this and you'll feel better."

"You're probably right." If he stayed talking to them, they probably would make him feel better. Which was why he took one last good look at them and dove beneath the surface swimming, until he was on the ground. He had to tie the nearest seaweed around his wrists to prevent him from going back to the surface. It was unbearably a lot more painful then he expected.


Much like his brother Peter also came awake with a start gasping for the much needed air he deprived himself of. Barely hearing their reassurances and gentle hands.

"Is it over?" He asked, putting his head in his hands.

"Yeah buddy you're back with us. Back to reality."

"Yay reality." He muttered to himself, but at least his spider sense had calmed down. "Are you guys okay?"

Peter 2 shrugged but looked away, while Peter 3 answered. "Depends on your definition of okay but I am glad that we all made it out from our Dark side of the moon trip. Could use some more good news though."

"Well we're alive, although temporarily stranded in another universe for the moment which I'll explain in a second." Peter 2 said, directing his eyes to America who was out cold at the moment exhaustion caught up with her. "But surmised to say we owe our new friend some thanks for intervening. When she wakes up, you can meet and eventually get us back home."

Unable to help staring at her with a mystified expression, Peter 3 replied. "It's one thing trying to understand that your world has multiple crime fighters, but it's another to have them start out so young. I mean she can't be more then 13 or 14."

"I was 14, when I started." Peter 1 interjected plaintively, beginning to fiddle with his web shooters.

"Sweet Jesus."

Peter 2 didn't say anything, just shook his head once more clearly in agreement with the other.

"Wait how old were you guys?"

"17," They answered at the same time.

"Huh weird..." Peter 1 answered since he didn't really want to talk or think about what he just experienced and could very much sense the others felt the same. He kept the conversation light, and then smiled as he remembered something. "I used to leave little notes for the criminals I'd catch. Haven't done it in awhile."

"Oh you did that too?"

They began sharing a few of the more creative notes they left, until Peter 1 remembered something. "Wait! What happened to Flash? Please tell me he got out."

"Also have some good news there." Peter 2 shared with a warm smile. "America says he was still alive when she found him and should be back at the sanctum now. I assume the wizards are helping him now."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief. They had come a long way, and they definitely had a weird friendship. But he would call them friends now nonetheless. Peter would almost hazard a guess that they were Flash's only real friends. His family didn't really seem to care and never once had checked in on him or shown up to campus. So when he didn't show up for class or at their scheduled game night, and wasn't answering his phone they all knew something was wrong. Peter went to investigate, and then hazard a guess that eventually Peter 2 and Peter 3 had come after him with the devices they created.

Leaning against Peter 3 he listened as the man directed the conversation back once more too. "So where did you say we are again? This place has a green sky.."