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A.N: thank you to whoever sent me $2 on cash app. I really appreciate you. So, I was going to upload my next chapter to "Rex and Sam" next, but I saw that bts pic of Tom holding Andrew, and made me want to write a story just as much as the movie did when I saw it in theaters. I personally wasn't as invested in Andrew's spider-man as I was with Tobey's, but the movie made me see him in a different way and appreciate him more. This was originally going to be a longer, one-shot story with a steamy rated M scene at the end, but I decided to break it down into two parts and see how you guys respond to it. I'm still trying to get my bearings with writing and posting consistently, so bear with me.

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Peter inhaled the sweet scent of the Shea butter oils precipitating from the heat off his older version's back. His eyes shut furiously, tears streaming down his cheeks onto Peter number 2's homespun costume.

He had left his reality and everything in it. Sure, he could have stayed in his world and started anew as a vigilante superhero, lurking in the darkness, working adjacent but unaffiliated to the Avengers.

He'd have to keep his crime fighting to a local, never really overstepping out from the tri-state area. Of course, he wouldn't want to violate the Sokovia accords and have the U.S government on his back.

Reverting back to just being your friendly "neighborhood" Spider-Man.

Maybe go to a small City University, get a job teaching biology at his old high school, or maybe even become a professor.

He could see himself doing all those things; yet the possibilities desecrated once May took his last breaths in front of him.

Peter pleaded to his taller self to let him go back to his reality, void of all Avengers, void of all wizards or scarlet witches who may possibly release him from his purgatory, and most importantly– the extinction of all MJs.

"Everyone who loves you will forget about you."

Peter and Strange were both well aware of the lengths he would go in order to reunite with her, MJ. And knew what needed to be done to prevent the spell from ever breaking. It brought absolutely no pleasure to Strange to separate Peter from his soulmate. He hoped even without his guidance, the young man would find his own confidence and self love.

The spell at the Lady Liberty was cast over a month ago. Peter pressed his body close to his new roommate every night since, and cried silently reliving the day he abandoned his best friends and the person he loved most, as tightly as he held on to him when their souls evaporated and toured the heavens.

Peter was 19, but he never felt more like a boy when he found himself in this position. Lying in the darkness of his uptown Harlem, New York City apartment, the only light that illuminated his vision came from the 24hr smoke shop located directly across the street.

Although this universe was spared from multiple catastrophic events, including three Spider men, that almost ended his world numerous times; this dimension also advocated for legalized marijuana.

The words in red scattering and re-scattering, breaking apart like pixels and coming together again like atoms on the brightly lit monitor read 'Land Of The Free… Home Of The Trees'. Lady Liberty in her green dress followed after. This… rustic version, of course, replaced her torch with a Bic lighter, and the spikes that stuck out of her green crown were now large Back-wood blunts filled with Sativa, Peter imagined, from the Mona Lisa-eque smile resting on her face. At night, when he cracks open his eyes, and it's just he and her scanning the apartment silently, and one the french vanilla backwoods touches the furthest corners of the studio; he'd ask God why he couldn't escape Mary Jane.

At first, this is what made Peter turn his head from the window towards the safety of this planet's Spider-Man frame. He couldn't ask his doppelganger to pack up life and move across the city, far far away from the lady in the green dress (not like they had the money if they wanted to). This New York City is equally as expensive. This universe's Peter called this place home even before he knew a younger Peter from a different Earth even existed. Who was he to crash into his life and make things hell for him? So, what if he's being haunted by his demons and mistakes from his past.

The younger Peter never did drugs in his life, except when he had all four of wisdom teeth removed and his doctor prescribed oxy. He was only 16, but he could tell the pills were extremely strong by how May hid them and only allowed him to take one, then made an executive decision to switch strictly to Tylenol extra strength. Sometimes, when he was in extreme pain, he'd sneak into Aunt May's closet and find the translucent yellow cylinder. He'd pop two pills and feel the pain subsiding as he walked away, followed by complete numbness by the time he returned to bed.

There was nothing wrong with Peter, now. Nothing physically at least, but he yearned for that euphoric feeling again. To live in this world, he had to disconnect.

Peter number 2 knew the drill by now.

After a long day of swinging from building to building and exhausting all their spider webs, Peter, number 2 would start dinner and let his younger self take a shower.

As dinner cooks, which would usually be simple family meals, he and May used to eat together while uncle Ben worked late-nights, the older Peter would strip his clothes off and find a movie or Netflix limited series to watch while they eat.

After they both ate and showered, Peter number one would sleep on the right side of the bed, furthest from the door and closest to the window. Peter number two would usually fall into bed right after on the opposite side and find himself asleep relatively quickly. Then, during some time in the night, he would feel smooth toes on his hairy feet, a thigh gently hovering over his leg, a groan, semi-soft, resting at the base of his plentiful ass, and sometimes, tears on his back.

The first night, Peter did what he felt his duties were, and stayed up all through the night, shushing and soothing Peter, in whatever way he knew he can. He put on r&b music so Peter could cry as loud as he wanted. He kissed his forehead and looked him in the eye and said "I am going to be there for you, no matter what. As long as you're in this world, I promise you, I would never leave your side."

They never discussed the position they were in the morning. Peter learned quickly to dance around the younger boy's emotions, trying not to pry too hard and shame him. Peter number 1 would leave four hours, in the day at times, traveling the city, he would say, and seeing what this world had to offer.

Peter number 2; no matter what universe he was raised in, knows himself perfectly, and can imagine if he were in this situation, going crazy, wondering what could he possibly offer to a world that has a Spider-Man in it.

So, he learned to monitor Peter's fight pattern when they fought crime. If Peter was partially depressed that day, he'd make his doppelganger stay out later, and might even use excessive force. Last week, a mugger who foolishly tried to rob an old lady, during the winter in central park, was unfortunately meant by the newest Peter Parker in town.

The was hoisted 200 ft in the air, and almost painted the entire Central Park W.

Peter number 2 couldn't believe his eyes, right before he swooped in to catch the man.

He didn't know why Peter despised him. He was Him, for God's sake, but outside the comfort of his full-sized, with his short 5'7 companion, there was no reasoning with him.

If he hadn't seen the pureness inside him when he looked into his watery eyes, he might've regretted, for a second allowing the boy to come to his world.

Maybe that's why he hates me. I took him from ever getting a shot to see MJ again.

He wouldn't have done it though, unless he begged. But, thinking back, what decision was he ever fully on board with when he was 18? Maybe he should've said no, just to spare young Peter the pain of knowing he'll never have a chance to return home again.

Chapter 1

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