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AN: For the record, we open looking at the perspective of Wanda Maximoff of Earth-1 (the one who still looks like Elizabeth Olsen), but from there… well, things get complicated.

Scarlet Witch and the Three Spiders

Even when she was experiencing it, Wanda wasn't sure how to explain her awareness of what was happening to her. It was at least clear that she wasn't where she had been, considering that she had fallen asleep in another alleyway after being rejected by Spider-Man, but she also had no idea where she was instead. When she looked in one direction she seemed to be in a house that she vaguely recognised as her parents' old house before it was struck by Stark's bomb, but then she looked in another direction and found herself staring at what seemed to her old room at the Avengers compound, and when she turned towards the third corner…

"Westview?" she whispered, looking at the dream house that had so quickly been revealed as an unintended nightmare. "How… what… what is this?"

She started and looked sharply around herself as she realised that she had heard someone else say those words, only to find herself looking at two unfamiliar women standing in either corner and advancing towards her. Each of them were about her height, but otherwise their appearances covered a surprising range of differences, such as one having paler skin and the other possessing a significant tan.

"You?" the two women said simultaneously as they looked at Wanda before looking at each other. "Who are-?"

"You… you're me," Wanda said as she looked between the two women. She couldn't explain how she knew that when neither of these women even looked like her, and she had no idea where she was even meant to be right now, but she suddenly knew it with the kind of cold certainty that it was impossible to argue with. "Both of you… are me."

"You?" the two women said, still speaking simultaneously before they stepped back and shook their heads.

"Hold on…" one of them- the older-looking one with pale skin and long dark hair- said, looking at Wanda with a new sense of anxiety. "You… are you the one I was… when I attacked that other group to go after Strange-?"

"I was the one attacking her; I'm not the one who was attacked," Wanda cut her off, looking at the woman with a growing sense of confusion. "I… I'm not just your counterpart; I'm literally you… all three of us are the same me."

"We are?" the younger-looking, more tanned woman said, looking more uncertain than afraid.

"That doesn't…" the older woman said, raising a hand and generating red energy that reached out to the other two. Wanda was briefly struck by the bizarre feeling of being in this position when she had become used to using these powers against others, but relaxed herself to let the other woman enter her mind. For a moment, she was aware of the sense of something shifting through her memories, putting her in mind of an inverted version of what she felt when she was searching through the minds of others, but the moment passed and the red glow faded.

"You… you're both me," the older woman said, looking between them in shock. "We're not just counterparts… we're on different worlds, but…"

"We all started as the same Wanda Maximoff," the more tanned woman said, looking around at the other two with a contemplative expression. "But now we've been split into three and sent to different worlds and we all look different… just like the Peter over here doesn't look like he does back home…"

"Peter?" the other two Wandas looked at the tanned one in surprise.

"Peter Parker," the tanned Wanda explained. "You remember Spider-Man? He introduced himself to that Carol Danvers woman-"

"You're on another world and you've met the Spider-Man of that world?" Wanda looked at her younger apparent counterpart with a cautious smile.

"And… I met the Spider-Man on this world," the paler Wanda raised her hand. "He told me that he'd been to our world and met… our version of Peter Parker and another version of himself from another universe?"

"The Peter I met said the same thing," the more tanned Wanda said. "He introduced himself to me as Peter Three; apparently they let the Peter Parker of our world be Peter One since it was his world they were fighting on, and the other one got Peter Two as he was the oldest of the three of them."

"That's my one!" the paler Wanda said, before she shook her head. "I mean, the Peter I've met is the one who was Peter Two…"

"Right," Wanda nodded. "Shall we… call you both by those titles as well?"

"Wanda Two and Wanda Three?" the paler Wanda looked at her more tanned counterpart and shrugged. "I can work with that; can you?"

"That's… as good as anything, I suppose," the now-named 'Wanda Three' conceded, before she looked back at Wanda. "So where are you?"

"…Still in our original world."

"What?" the other two Wandas stared at her.

"You're saying that we get blasted to completely new universes and you just get-?" the now-named Wanda Two began.

"To be stuck in New York and somehow be completely invisible and inaudible to everyone but Spider-Man," Wanda cut her counterpart off.

"You're what?" Wanda Two said, once again looking confused at this turn of events.

"Like I said, apart from Peter, nobody else can see or hear me any more," Wanda said, shaking her head in exasperation. "I don't know why he's the exception, but he's it; I can still touch and eat things, but nobody else knows I'm there."

"So… we all ended up in a position to meet the Peter Parker of a different world, but each of them have met the other two already?" Wanda Three asked, shaking her head in confusion. "How does… can that even make sense?"

"We somehow split one person into three semi-identical copies across three different universes without planning it; I think 'sense' stopped being part of our lives when we joined that research project," Wanda Two observed with a grim chuckle.

"It's like Clint said in that church; nothing in our lives makes sense," Wanda observed, before she looked between her counterparts with a thoughtful smile. "What are the odds that we would meet the one person in these new worlds who already knows about other realities?"

"And was so quick to work out my concerns about my changed appearance that he even managed to find what seems to be my local counterpart," Wanda Three put in with a smile.

"Your counterpart?" Wanda Two looked at the tanned one in surprise. "You've met her?"

"No, but Peter looked her up online," Wanda Three explained with a smile. "He was helping me make sure I hadn't dreamwalked into myself, and we found a picture she'd posted at basically the same time as when I arrived."

"What does she look like?" Wanda asked.

"Happy," Wanda Three replied with a wistful smile. "She even has a husband; Simon Williams."

"Huh," Wanda said, lost for what to say to that statement. The idea of her being with anyone but Vision… she recognised that this was another world that would likely have never had the opportunity to create a being like her lost love, but she just couldn't picture it…

"I… didn't really react well to seeing this face in the mirror," Wanda Two said, indicating herself as she smiled awkwardly at her other selves. "We were talking about our histories and speculating on what I was doing in his world, and he told me about his family, but then I saw my reflection and I…"

"That Peter has a family?" Wanda Three asked, sensing the other her's discomfort.

"Wife and daughter," Wanda Two nodded with a wistful smile. "I haven't met them yet, but the pictures… his daughter seems like a very sweet girl, and his wife reminds me of Natasha."

"You don't mean-?" Wanda began.

"I do not believe his wife is Natasha's counterpart, but there is something in her appearance…" Wanda Two waved a hand uncertainly for a moment, only to jump back as an image appeared between the three of them. Wanda was surprised to find herself looking at a photograph of a well-built man with short dark hair and a weathered face alongside a beautiful redhead, a young girl standing between them smiling broadly out of the picture.

"Is that… them?" Wanda-Three asked, looking at the image with a tentative smile.

"It… it is," Wanda-Two nodded, dispelling the image with a wave of her hand. "Mary Jane and May Parker."

"They… seem nice," Wanda-Three said, sighing as she looked back at the other Wandas. "The Peter I met… he seems to be alone now."

"Like us," Wanda smiled sadly.

"Talking of Peter Parker, how is Peter back home?" Wanda Two asked, smiling curiously at her. "The Peter over here mentioned that there was a big fight with various villains from other worlds that Doctor Strange ended with a spell, but obviously he can't know how it worked out for… well, our Peter."

"I was wondering that myself," Wanda Three looked curiously at Wanda.

"Peter is… well," Wanda said, even as she winced at the words; attempting to lie to herself about anything would never go well.

"Which is our way of saying something's gone wrong," Wanda Two noted, her curious smile replaced by a sense of apprehension. "What happened to him?"

"The spell that Strange cast to banish the villains," Wanda began, briefly wondering if she should share this secret before reminding herself that she was only sharing it with herselves. "From what Peter told me, the only way to send everyone back to their reality before the spell essentially broke the world… was to cast a new spell which erased all memory of Peter Parker from everyone on Earth."

"What?" the other two Wandas said incredulously.

"Nobody remembers him?" Wanda Two said in shock.

"But… but we remember him!" Wanda Three indicated the other two. "I mean, we only saw Peter without his mask a couple of times, but I remember it!"

"It would seem that we are the exception," Wanda said solemnly. "From what Peter has said, everyone else still remembers that Spider-Man exists, but even his old friends from school do not know Peter Parker any more. It is likely that the other Avengers still recall working with Spider-Man, but they will not remember him taking his mask off at any point, or hearing anything linked to his real name."

"Oh," Wanda Three said, looking subdued. "And I thought Peter Three had it rough."

"What does he have?"

"Among other things, he has six villains to deal with."

"Six?" the other two Wandas repeated in shock.

"I have said that I would do what I could to help him while we work out what happened to bring me here, but can you imagine one person facing that many enhanced criminals on their own?" Wanda Three said. "At least it sounds like they're all using technology, so we have that advantage, but still…"

"Good luck," Wanda Two nodded at her. "Peter and I still need to properly look at how to deal with my own relocation, but at least we don't seem to have any villains to deal with."

"At least you both have someone to help you…" Wanda muttered, only realising she had spoken out loud when she realised her other two selves we relooking at her.

"Peter is not helping you?" Wanda Two looked at her in surprise. "The version I met immediately offered to help me and he never even met me before."

"Same here," Wanda Three nodded. "I mean, we might have fought 'our' Peter at Leipzig, but if his counterparts are willing to help a relative stranger, why wouldn't the Peter of our world help you?"

"He's been through a lot," Wanda said, strangely feeling defensive of this boy she'd barely met before her own life went wrong (all three of them likely knew that Peter might refuse to help if he knew the full extent of what she'd done to Kamar-Taj, but this wasn't the time to think about that). "He lost his friends and family; compared to what we did in Westview, at least he's only attacking the criminals… although I'm not sure about the black suit-"

"Black suit?" Wanda Two looked anxiously at her. "Your Peter is wearing a black suit?"

"The colour is a problem?" Wanda Three looked at the older-looking Wanda in surprise.

"My Peter told me about a time when he wore a black suit," Wanda Two said, a new sense of urgency in her tone as she looked at the other two. "It was an alien life-form that enhanced his physical abilities but corrupted his personality so that he resorted to more aggressive actions that he would never have done on his own."

"He had- an alien was posing as his suit?" Wanda stared at her other self incredulously.

"Stark's armours could certainly operate on their own, but that was technology; why would an alien life-form pretend to be clothes?" Wanda Three put in.

"Peter described it as a symbiote, so it probably got something out of bonding with him, but he made it clear that he didn't like what it turned him into," Wanda Two said, looking urgently at Wanda. "You have to find him before-"

Everything around Wanda faded into a blur, her other selves apparently being pulled away as she reached out for them, struggling to understand what was happening to her…