My name is Will D. Silvers and I am a huge Marvel fan. More specifically, I am very interested in the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. While he is not the most powerful hero, his growth, actions, and choices make him the greatest in my mind. In the game, Spider-Man PS4, the decision to save the people over the last of his family demanded respect. He didn't question why had powers and couldn't use it to save the most important people in his life.

Rather, he griefed, slowly accepted the situation, and moved on. Staying down was never Spider-Man's job and he sure was never going to stop. Though Aunt May is with Uncle Ben, both would forever be a part of Peter and the legacy he eventually leaves behind.

With great power comes great responsibility by Uncle Ben. When you save somebody, you save everybody by Aunt May.

It's hard to believe that these fictional characters could inspire me to become better as a human being but it did. I went from a recluse to an individual who stood up for others for the first time. That day was unforgettable for me. The sheer gratitude and kindness I gained from helping victim; it filled me with so much joy.

I never did go full vigilante on others, but I did do what was right. It felt good knowing that I can be like Spider-Man even if it was for just a few seconds. Although, my actions have now led me to this moment where I'm sitting in front of a man who is asking me to choose my wishes. In the end, I decided to go with the Infinity Gauntlet that had all the stones.

Turns out, this one wish was too high-level and the other wishes were denied. I was mostly okay with it, but I had to grasp where I was going. See, this person told me that I was migrating to another universe. If it was Marvel, I am totally on board with it, however, it was anything else, I might just have a panic attack. Seriously, my knowledge is limited to Spider-Man, Iron-Man, and some Avengers. I heard of Superman and Batman from DC and that's it.

Truth be told, I'm scared. I'm a twenty-four-year-old with the most powerful artifacts in existence traveling to another place where I don't have friends, family, and an identity. With no connections, I'll be arrested faster than I can say chocolate.

Then it happened. It was a simple blink at the end of our conversation. Yes, he did get to finish what he wanted to say and I tried to remember to the best of my abilities.

Play the fool and do your best.

Easy peasy right?

Wrong.

I woke up on a couch, staring up at an unfamiliar white ceiling. One lamp was close to my head while the other one was on the opposite side. There was a bowl of fruits on the large brown table in front of him and suddenly, hunger struck. Sitting up, I reached out for the apple and bit into it. During the chewing of the slightly sour fruit, a clicking sound followed by a creaking came from the opposite direction I was facing.

A pair entered the house together and their eyes landed on me. Me being me, I swallowed my apple and went in for the second bite, not bothering to leave eye contact. There was a small bit of tension and awkwardness in the air until an older man came and analyzed everything with a raised brow.

Turning to me, he asked, "Hey kid. You okay now?"

I nodded before replying, "Yeah. I'm doing better." To be more convincing, I gently grabbed the side of my head. "I can't remember much."

"I see." He put down a bag of what I assume is groceries on a table. "Well, My name's Joe West. These two are kids. Iris West and Barry Allen. You are...?"

"Will. Will D. Silvers."

"Okay Will. I don't know why you were unconscious in front of my door with no identification whatsoever, but I'm sure we can discuss this tomorrow. I'll prepare the guest room."

I was confused. "You trust me? A total stranger?"

"No, not really." That makes sense. "I trust my gut. It hasn't let me down yet. Besides, the only suspicious action you have taken is eating the apple and a few sensitive people out there care about that." Taking off his coat, he headed upstairs right before telling his son and daughter, "Don't just stare at him. Talk. Converse. Make friends. Do what young people do best."

His statement woke up the frozen pair as they put on a smile, couldn't determine if it was genuine or not, and walked in my direction.

"Hi Will. I'm-"

"Iris West." She smiled.

"Yep."

"Great. It would've been embarrassing if you were actually Barry Allen and I got it wrong." The sibling pair giggled at the idea. Hmmm. Barry's gaze lingered on Iris. A crush perhaps? Need more evidence.

"So. What do you remember as of now? Anything come back?" questioned the young man, reluctantly tearing away his eyes.

Clearly, he screamed nerd just like me. I admit that he's quite the looker even though I'm completely into girls. Maybe others have insecurities about their manhood but not me. I know who I am and I am super jealous of his appearance. Genetics; so unjust.

"Aside from my name, I can't recall anything. Nothing has returned as of the past three minutes. It is concerning that I solely remember my name, but I'm fine. I have some company and fruits. What else can I ask for?"

"That sucks though. Not having any memories." Iris sympathized. "I can't even imagine how lost you must feel." How...caring?

"It's not that bad." I made eye contact with Barry. Time to troll him a little. "Barry right?"

"Hm? Yeah. What's up?"

"Why were you staring at Iris?" He began to stammer and give excuses.

"What? Why would I do that? I have no reason. If you're thinking that I have some kind of issues with her then you're wrong. I also don't have feelings for if you were thinking that. We're like brother and sister and it would weird if we got together but of course. You were probably not thinking about that at all. Then again-"

"Barry." She got his attention. "Calm down. It was a simple question."

Barry inhaled. "Yeah." He scratched the back of his head. "Simple. I uh was looking at a picture behind her. It caught my attention."

I turned my head to the location he pointed out and I saw a picture. It was the two of them with extremely happy smiles sitting together and enjoying life.

"It's a great photo."

"Yeah." Iris agreed. "It is." Is that nostalgia or something else?

Leave your thoughts. How is it?