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Chapter 12: When worlds collide

When he opened his eyes he is greeted with an intense light, using his hand to block the sunlight his eyes wander a little bit. Everything is blue, a normal sky with clouds passing by with soft wind to his face. When he sits up he feels the roughness of concrete underneath his hand, "I'm outside?"

Once again he turns to his utter shock he sees something familiar, "My…my…my home…" Tears begin to form in his eyes, he has forgotten what it was like to be homesick, now the reality was setting in as he gets up facing a white concrete triangular house with a stairway leading in one direction to an upper home while the other was flat ground leading directly to a second home. In front of him was a fence cover a small yard separating him from a cherry tree inside with hedges along the pathway.

He notices that he is in the middle of the street, his neighborhood covered in trees with different houses lined parallel to one another. He walks, heart racing, palms sweating, he pats on the car which the driveway has, and he touches one of them. Closing his eyes, he begins to smile at the memories of his father buying it from a neighbor, with training in the arts of driving a sports car.

Soon he goes to where a small gate is locked which leads to a small hill, from the distance he sees a shed made of metal within it a metal toolbox alongside it is another fence this one made of wood. "How…" He clutches the wiring then places his head on it, "…How can this be?"

He pulls himself away ready to face the unknown, he swallows as the first door opens, soon he opens the second main door and walks inside, as he enters a small living room he looks around the room, everything seems to be in place the small sofa, an electronic chair with the TV set inside a wooden stand. On top of it were many pictures of him and his family from left to right his eyes gaze at the photos.

"Mami? Papi?" He called out, he waits a few moments waiting for a replying "Pa? Ma?" Again silence, a pang of hurt is on his heart as he swallows the lump forming in his throat, "Maybe there are just visiting abuela or the neighbor they should be back any moment."

He goes into the kitchen it is very small, with a table in the middle of it. He passes his hand over the smooth material then his eyes look to where there are two pictures hanging over the table, one in the back the other in the corner of the kitchen, one that says 'Thy word is lamp unto my feet and light unto my path' with a picture of an old pair of glasses resting on a Bible opened to a page with an old fashion lantern in the backdrop and the other 'The Living Water'.

A chirping sound is made followed by a metal rattling, he looks and out of the cage comes a little green monk parakeet, it squawks again with its body gray and the backside green, it dances on the opened door he smiles softly as he reaches for the bird. The said bird tilts its head curiously bobbing its head before flapping its wings. Nonetheless, the bird hops on the open palm of his hand, quickly he pets the bird stroking its feather. The bird's hair ruffles enjoying the pleasure of being caressed.

Down the hallway is multiple doors and in the corner is open revealing the bathroom, his eyes scan each doorway leading to a bedroom. He opens one in the middle which lies his room, it spacious enough to have a bed, desktop, with the bookshelf full of books on designing and coloring and spatial theory along with a few comics. Leon looks at his bed head where he finds his Bible, iPad, and pager.

He sighs, "I'll just wait in the living room get my mind off this thing. Being Peter Parker was it all a dream? I mean it wouldn't be the first time, I love being Spider-Man."

Nearly for two hours he waited for his family members to return, something was not right, everything seemed abnormal, the clock from the TV showed the same time 11:00 AM. He was getting impatient, nervous to be exact, something was not right here, an ominous feeling crept in his being.

The little bird chirped, he jumped, it was flapping its wings, and it was a long time since it did that or at least he remembered it did that. "Whats wrong Cookie?"

The bird flapped her wings wildly hissing and squawking, running around the cage top while not falling off with its feet holding on the edge for dear life. Leon couldn't place what was going on with his pet bird. He stretched his hand towards it stroking it, it calmed once it felt his touch when he stopped it resumed its tantrum.

"What has gotten into you?" He wondered that's when a shadow passed by quickly he spun around, nothing. The bird was still making noises, he turned back to his bird and this time the shadow returned, he gasped yet made sudden moments.

He saw from the picture that a figure was staring at him, it was very easy to see that this figure was completely shadowy. Sweat beginning to seep through his brow, his heart was racing a mile a minute. He couldn't resist, he breathing getting ragged, he had to confront it, and this was a must.

He turned!

Nothing.

The figure was gone by the time he whipped around, he willed himself to calm down, "I've got to get out of here."

He left his home finding his pair of keys hanging on the stand, he goes to the small hallway connecting to the living room, locking the house he leaves to walk around his neighborhood. Maybe he will find his parents around the block, whatever it was that watching he didn't like the feeling that came with it.

Aunt May was a worried scratch that she was terrified for her nephew, neither in her years of raising Peter had he ever suffered from seizures especially a serve one like he had. The medical doctors stabilized him yet he would not wake up, she looked at his unmasked face, he was peacefully sleeping his chest was falling normally.

She rubbed his head, "Oh my precious boy stay strong."

The doctors had told her that he has fallen into a coma not only that but there were unusual brainwaves activities happening yet they were not too sure the cause of the coma they suggested that it was linked to the seizure but had to run more test.

"Please God, let my nep-no…let my son live." She desperately cried out quietly

Outside of the infirmity Fury watched the older stroking her nephew's hair, he asked without looking, "How the patient?"

"Condition is still the same, he's been like for over four hours, everything seems normal yet he still won't wake up."

"Has he suffered from seizures in the past?"

"No, sir." The medic replied, "This is the first one he has ever gotten but we did some blood work they came back with interesting results."

"How interesting?"

"Patient Peter Parker has something special inside of him we looked at the sample, every single cell in his body which has begun to deteriorate has been reversed significantly, and the boy is in perfect health so there should be no reason for this state of being in a coma."

"Hmmm…very puzzling indeed."

"Yes, we also found seven wavelengths."

"Seven? What could that mean?"

The neighborhood in which he grew up in was a ghost town, there was nothing here, yet everything was well kept, organized. Where is everyone? Where did they go? Leon was panicking this was his neighborhood everything is here! Yet…it felt hollow. Memories began to swim in his head as he pulled up to his old Elementary School, remembering what it was like to be a child before that day his innocence was taken in middle school. He entered the building it was empty, memories of an old life before he became the man he was today.

Stopping at every classroom he remembers the sound of kids laughing having a wonderful time but he was the odd ball out. His short time as being Peter Parker in the dream standing up to Flash the bully was it his chance to redo his chance of standing up for himself? He shook his head, it was façade, a farce, in reality, he would have let it slide off him ignoring it while the pain settled in his heart while he smiled on by.

Yet Leon knew better as he was taught due to his upbringing that was someone truly cared for him, someone who loved no matter what the odds were against him, despite his past failings, his improper behaviors someone with unconditional love. He left the school silently, the shadow eyed him carefully.

He raced around town looking for a sign of another person still he couldn't find anyone. Going on the highway to find someone, anyone he will not give up. Leon stopped at every possible moment he had, yet the places he went to such as the gas station, ice cream shop it was empty hop began to disperse, he feared the worst his mother, father, family, and friends all gone.

The young man slid to the floor of the pizzeria, his lips quiver, two long tears began to pour out he was alone, he shook his head, "No I can't be alone! My God is with me, right?"

Doubt began to seize his heart, he fought it off, mentally reciting scripture yet it would not let him go within him was a battle and his faith was losing it. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, in agony he screamed at the sky. He continued to scream until he could no more, falling to his knees bitterly he wept.

"Why me? Why me? What is MY PURPOSE HERE!?"

The feeling that something was following him he hoped it wasn't evil but he was no fool. He only saw a few horror movies in his lifetime and he knew that he was being stalked he couldn't shake that feeling, of impending confrontation.

Not wanting to be caught he wiped his tears, "Well I better keep moving." With a sigh, Leon walked off to his car. He retraced his steps back to his house "I better get inside." The door to the house refused to open, "What now!"

Chirping is heard knowing from experience the little bird knew that he was home still it refused to budge, he kicked the door in frustration.

With a sigh he goes back to his car once again he pulls out of the driveway down the street as he stops the radio begins to sound and an ominous voice begins to speak, "I don't know who you are or what you are. I do know you are here you've stolen something that belongs to me, I want it back and nothing is going to stop me from getting it back not even you."

Leon rolls his eyes, "Yeah well it not like I have a choice."

The distorted voice continues to speak, "You will come to the George Washington Bridge, it will be there that you will face me and I will defeat you. Be there or be square."

Leon had a face of disgruntlement, "'Be there or be square?' Who says that anymore?" He shakes his head, "Well, if it's New York City I need to be then its New York City I'll go."

Little known fact, he was being watched by 12 pairs of eyes from the rooftop. They watched him go racing to get to the bridge.

"He's not like us." One said

"No, he's not." Another said hovering an inch of the roof

"Dudes, I don't get why we're all here." A younger one said

"We don't know how we got here Iron, it's like our worlds completely stopped then there was that great white light consuming everything and everyone we loved."

"Hmph maybe beating the snot out of him will be therapeutic." Another said cracking his knuckles, "I was in the middle of an invasion until that light came! I can't believe my beloved is gone."

"I'm supposed to be the most powerful being in the universe yet even I couldn't prevent the erasing of mine."

"Dude's let's just go I don't mind having a conversation with my older doppelgangers but aren't we supposed to I don't know to follow him?" The youngest one said

"Let's go and introduce ourselves." The gruff voice man said

The trip to the city would have been long an hour and a half save for the fact that Leon was driving over 80 miles an hour in the Thruway with no traffic coming abroad. He is talking out loud, "This is ridiculous, it's like I'm in the twilight zone. No one is around, it's like something major happened and I can't place it." He is silent as he pulls up to the bridge, he opens his car when the vehicle is fully parked, he steps 10 paces away from it, "Alright I'm here, show yourself!" He scans the area nothing, absolutely nothing, "Guess I'm not the one being the square am I?"

A shadow overhead flies over quickly, he turns his head to see nothing but clouds rolling by peacefully. The ominous feeling was back, he turned around seeing if anyone was there, nothing is out of the ordinary.

"Guess I came out here for no reason." Leon was about to walk away when suddenly there was a tingling in the back of his head, "Spider-sense…tingling…danger!" He manages to dodge a truck flying his way, though it crashes into his sports car, "MY CAR! AWW…man that was favorite Mustang!"

"I'm going to break more than just that you body snatcher!" A voice called behind him, Leon turns around to be faced with Spider-Man?

"Um…last time I checked I was Spider-Man." He said confused, "Who are you?"

Taking off the mask it revealed the face of an angry Peter Parker, tears streaming down his face, "I'm Peter Parker you son of…."

"Tsk, tsk, didn't your aunt ever tell you cursing is wrong?" He wagged his finger

"ARGH!" The teen makes a bound towards him.

Leon braces himself for impact, he is cringing while holding his hands up to guard his face. The impact never came, slowly he opened up his eyes saw that Peter being restrained by an invisible wall. It really took him by surprise, that's when he saw a golden line appear, it was nothing he ever has seen before, it was what separated them. The wall seemed to be alive as it sent Peter back flying a mere five feet away that is until he tried his luck again with the same results.

Young Peter growled, he sat up knees almost to his chest but not quite, laying his arms on them he murderously gazed up the young tall man, wearing dark blue jeans, with a red shirt that had gray lining going across his chest and shoulder down to the arm.

Peter gnashed his teeth, he got and walked over the line it allowed him. This time he lunged at him tackling him to the ground, rolling out Leon kicks off his aggressor, the young teen skids to a halt.

Leon handsprings quickly off the ground, "You picked the wrong day Peter."

The two circled each other, eyes locked onto each other, like two tigers fighting for dominance on a mountain. One of them was going to be the victor, the boy launches himself at him via webbing firing webs to distract the older male.

Leon was no fool he quickly darts out of the way before unleashing his web line to the boy's chest slamming him down on the ground. Peter cries out, he gets up not to be deterred, the two of them charge before the few meters they reach to jump at each other.

With dual fist colliding with each other, they fell to the ground in a heap. The two shook cobwebs out of their system, Leon looked at his opponent with a hard stare while the other full on hatred. Leon flipped back up thanks to his martial arts experience, he backed away from the boy pointing his finger saying, "I don't want to fight you Peter but if I have to I will."

"Good." The brunette spat back, "I've been meaning to exchange some words with your face with my fist."

"You won't win."

"There is a first time for everything."

Leon drops into right stance fighting style, "Make my day."

With a yell Peter tries to rush with flurries of wild swings, first, he tries to right hook but Leon was quick on his feet ducks under, sending a quick jab to the ribs. Peter staggers, ignores the pain before lashing out with another wild swing with his left again Leon is quick on his feet sends another body jab to the left side.

In furry Peter sends a jab to the face followed by a punch to the stomach and kick to the groin.

Leon blocks high, then low and switches stance while blocking the groin kick followed by a counter strike to the head with knife chop. Peter clutches his stomach, gritting his teeth he yells rushing him again this time he starts swinging with his hands but Leon blocks each one.

It was kick blocked by simple powerful tap followed by a punch to the face only to be brought down by an open palm defense, next it was another punch to the face to be blocked by outside arm block.

Leon blocks a knee, punches him in the chest hard pushing him back, the young Queens resident quickly gets out the way of a stomping kick. Rolling to a top he hands flips to the bridge walkway beam clutching his chest panting hard.

Leon breathed heavily a bit out of practice, "You can't beat me, Peter."

"I can sure damn as well try!"

The machine was beeping, Aunt May began to worry again terrified than ever before as she saw her beloved nephew having another episode. Before she could say anything medics were already on the move trying to calm him down.

"Get a sedative!" one yelled

The medics rushed here and there too on each side grabbing the young Parker as he body is losing control spamming on the bed, one of the doctors see the brain wave activates it was unusually high.

"Sedative ready!" Another called out

"Inject!"

The needle went into his arm, the body stopped with the spasm, however, the mind was still in high activity. This left the doctors puzzled, what was going on in that mind of this young boy?

Leon and Peter charged at each other once again, Leon throwing two hooks while Peter tried to block the best he could. Leon punches

his chest forcing him to back up, Peter throws a semi roundhouse kick which the tall brunette blocked via elbow, punches it down hard then follows up with a sweep to the legs.

The sweep of the legs threw Peter to be unbalanced his stance as he flew sideways he felt a sharp pain to his midsection as it sent him flying to the metal framework of the walkway, "ARGH!"

Leon panted hard standing up from the punch he delivered, the boy had resilience he give him that as he tried to get up but his arms gave way they were jelly. That brief fight told him that he was too rusty in his style of Gōjū-ryū, it's been years since he practiced the style still the instincts were there he needed to hone in on it once again. He watched as Peter slowly comes to sitting down Indian style panting hard, Leon winced as his opponent managed to get a few good hits in.

"Are we done?" He panted sweat dripping from his brow, "Truce?"

"I'm spent…truce…"

"I'm not going to lie I haven't been pushed like that ever since I fought with sensei."

"Don't try to be chummy with me alright! We aren't friends!"

Leon stared at him blankly and maybe just a little hurt, "I suppose your right." He sat down, "We don't know each other and I don't know where we are."

"This is my mind and my body, we're in my consciousness!"

"No need to shout I can hear you just fine!"

"I'll do what I damn please!"

"How times has that gotten you into trouble!?" Leon shouted back, "More times than you can count!"

Silence, the tension between the two was thick that if one could cut it with a knife something would have happened. The two sent stares with one glaring the other not so much, Peter rested his head on the bar, "Who are you?"

"My name is Leon Ivan, I'm not from this world."

"Obviously, you must be an alien."

"I'm not…"

"Sure you are! I mean how else can you explain this? Your consciousness somehow linked to my so you are slowly taking over me and then when you are done you are going to move on to another host body!"

Leon gave the most dumbfounded look he could muster up, "First off Mr. Scientist, you been reading too many comics! Second, I'm not an alien, I am a living human begin that somehow managed to get inside your body, don't ask how or why."

"Why."

"I just said not to ask why!" He said flabbergasted

"I want answers."

"So do I, unfortunately, I can't provide you with the answers that you want! Only I went to bed one night then suddenly I appear here…"

Peter wasn't convinced, there had to be a reason why. You don't show up all of sudden out of the blue than say you don't know how you got here; something was going on here. His thoughts were interrupted by Leon's voice.

"Judging by your expression you don't believe me, I find it hard to be that I'm here as well in the Marvel universe."

"Marvel Universe?"

"Yes, you see where I come from you…" He pointed his finger at him, "Are consider fiction created by a studio with a guy that says 'Excelsior!'. You are like the most beloved character of all ages and ethnic groups only behind two others."

"I'm flattered, I think you are crazy!"

"It's up to you if you want to believe me or not." Leon shrugged, "I'm pretty much living proof that anything is possible."

"Pfft yeah right."

Leon sighed, this wasn't going as he hoped then again this is Peter Parker but a teenager who has yet to believe in the impossible. "So any idea how to get out of here?"

"How should I know? You're the dominating personality that's taken over my body so you probably know how to leave!"

Leon made a face that spelled uncertainty, "I blackout before so I don't know how much I can control since you appeared."

The young man and young teen were silent once again, "You know what sucks being trapped in your body with no way out or a way to communicate with your loved ones."

"How do you think I feel?" Leon said his demeanor changing from neutral to solemn, "I may not be able to see my family again so I'm stuck for five years."

"Five years!" Peter exclaimed, not happy at all with the news, "Who told you that!"

"An angel appeared to me and told me until the five years are up I will not be separated from your body." That was not a response he wanted to hear, "So I conclude just by that The One Above All aka God has something in mind."

"Yeah right…" Peter despite being trapped in his body remembered something, "I still can't believe you told Aunt May, Uncle Ben, and Harry what were you thinking?"

"Okay stop right there." The one in his voice was one that irritated, Leon was not in the mood to explain why he did what he did, "I don't have to justify the course of action that I have taken within the last few days of my life or should I say your life, alright?"

The ominous feeling was back Leon got up and noticed up in the sky a shadow overpassed them. It wasn't a pleasant feeling either that he got from it, "We should leave I got a bad feeling something is about to happen."

LXD: A little shorter than usual but I'm going to stop it there. So my idea for a reboot is not going to happen but I will continue updating this story wish me luck and hopefully, I can find a beta-reader/co-writer in the near future.

For my reviewers:

Spider-man1fan: Thanks, I'm sure Peter host will have lots to say when he recovers

Guest: Well thanks for reading I guess. But you want to know something I get tired of seeing people cursing every five sentences and that turns me off as well causing me to leave the story halfway because it's too much, besides that was nothing compared to what I had in mind previously so I decided to a little editing to tone down a little.

Poof13: Thanks again for your review