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Forgotten Dreams

Every night Peter is forgotten.

He's not sure when the dreams started but he knows that he is over them. The first one he remembered vividly. They were on a battlefield; Tony Stark was dying, and a part of Peter died there too. They had taken him to Wakanda, Peter had fled when the opportunity arose but there had been no coming home. He was all alone, May gone, his home taken over by some stranger. He was tired and in pain.

Peter had woken up with phantom pain in his foot and a pang of grief so strong it took several days to start to subside.

Falling asleep after that had made Peter hesitant but after a few restful nights, he put it out of his mind. But then he had another one. This time he was a just a kid, on a field trip to Stark Industries and he was forgotten by his teachers, left behind. This dream hadn't been bad. He had become Tony's intern for the day and when he woke up Peter had felt warm and happy.

The dreams kept on coming.

Forgotten allergies, forgotten in Germany, forgotten birthdays, and forgotten strength and powers and all the things his body can do now. Sometimes the Avengers are friends, sometimes they aren't. There are good moments that leave Peter feeling so loved and moment that leave Peter feeling down and low.

The dreams are so real, like Peter is really experiencing them in the moment. He wakes up from a dream where he forgotten that cold temperatures affected him and he can hardly move his limbs.

"Hey, did you know that some spiders hibernate."

"I did," Peter hummed happily.

"Hmmm. And did you think that it would have been wise to share that little bit of information?" Tony huffed.

"Why?" Peter frowned.

"I don't know, maybe because you triggered a hibernation sequence and you've been asleep for three days," Tony quipped, trying to sound light but Peter could hear the real worry underneath.

"Oh," Peter blinked tiredly up at Tony. "You fix it?"

"Yeah," Tony sighed. "For now."

Peter hadn't been able to move until midday after that dream and he had been too scared to go back to sleep after that.

But couldn't not sleep and so the dreams kept on coming. Peter dreams of being on Asgard with Thor and Loki, the older brother forgetting to tell Tony and Pepper where they had taken him. He dreams of being at Clint's farm, only to come home to Tony having a panic attack because Peter had forgotten to tell him where he had gone. Peter had stayed close to Tony after that one.

He's injured a lot in the dreams. Some of them are almost comical –

Smack

Peter groaned as pain bloomed across his nose and cheeks. Peter's body jerked away, suspending mid-air for a beat before his body was twisting and he was slamming back into the hard wall again. Peter's shoulder screamed has his body stilled and he hung suspended in the air. Panting hard, Peter shot another web with his other hand, making sure it stuck before he let go with his other.

"Karen, what the hell was that?" Peter groaned as he fought to the through the pain that was radiating up his side and across his face.

"It appears you swung into a flock of birds," Karen said.

And other times they're not –

When Peter managed to stay awake more than five minutes at a time he learned that his arm was severely burned and so was part of his neck. Tony and May had been the ones to break the news to him and while Peter had been slightly scared, he felt guiltier that he had scared both May and Tony. They both looked relieved to see him awake but the stress he must have caused them must have been bad as he had given them the new lines on their faces and the grey strands in their hair.

"M' sorry," Peter apologised, voice still a little slurred from the drugs he was still on. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay, baby," May smiled, squeezing his good hand. "I'm so proud of you. You saved everyone."

"Don't think we are ever mad at you for what you did, Pete," Tony squeezed his ankle. "You were amazing and like May said. We are so proud of you."

Peter had woken up in the middle of a panic attack, the pain in his arm and neck from the burns so real. There were no marks there, but Peter could feel the pain, could picture it so clearly.

"I don't know what to do," Peter heard May say.

They were at the tower, Tony and Pepper inviting them over for dinner. Peter had slipped away to use the bathroom. On his way back, Peter picked up their voices easily with his advanced hearing.

"Has he said anything to you about the dreams?" May asked.

"No," Tony said, voice sounding heavy. "I've tried to ask him, but he's just said that school's been exhausting, that's why he's tired."

"He wakes up screaming sometimes," May admitted, a hitch in her breath.

Peter flinched. He hadn't known she had heard him.

"The circles under his eyes are getting deeper," May continued. Her voice sounded wet with tears. "He's lost weight. I don't know how to help him."

"I'll try and talk to him again," Tony said. "Don't worry, May. We will get him the help he needs. We won't let anything happen to him."

Peter blinked back tears, breath shuddering in his chest. How many times had Tony been there for in the dreams? How many times had he comforted Peter, showed him how loved he was, how much Peter meant to him.

Sometimes in the dreams, Peter was Tony's biological son. They tended to be Peter's favourite.

Morgan had just turned five and had just started going to school. Peter had been thrilled to learn that he was getting a little sister not long after his dad had married Pepper Potts. Peter's mother had never been in the picture and for as long as Peter could remember, Pepper had always been there for him. He remembered as a kid always trying to get his dad to marry Pepper so she could really be his mum and when Peter turned nine, he had cheered as loud as he could when they had gotten married. Morgan had appeared not long after and they were the happy family Peter had always wanted.

Morgan.

Peter often found himself staring at Pepper's stomach, listening for the sound of a heartbeat that he had heard in his dreams –

"Sweetie," Pepper squeezed his elbow. "Tell me what's going on?"

Peter's gaze flickered over Pepper's body again before landing on her eyes again. "Nothing."

Pepper's eyes narrowed. "Peter."

Peter bit his lip and Pepper could see his resolve cracking. A second later, she was rewarded.

"I can hear a heartbeat."

"What?" Pepper blinked, not expecting the words to come out of Peter's mouth.

"A heartbeat. You have two," Peter rushed out.

"I'm pregnant?" Pepper asked and Peter nodded slowly. A smile started to form on her lips and then she was beaming at Peter, pulling him into a hug. "I'm pregnant!"

"I didn't think you knew," Peter told her, pulling back, and jumping excitedly. "I mean, you should totally take a test to be sure but I'm fairly sure you are!"

Pepper laughed and pulled Peter back into another hug.

The idea that Morgan existed inside his head and not in reality hurt. He liked having a little sister, liked that he was part of Tony's family. She was adorable, the perfect mix of her mother and father in one small package. There were days that Peter missed her so terribly that he just wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all.

Peter wondered if he was going crazy.

He shuffled back to the table, taking his seat once more. May's eyes were dry and there was a smile on her face. He looked around at Tony and Pepper, both smiling at Peter as if they weren't secretly worried about him.

"Ready for dessert?" Pepper asked, getting to her feet.

"It's your favourite," May said as she got to her feet too. Pepper and May collected the plates, disappearing into the kitchen leaving Peter with Tony.

"How you are doing, kid?" Tony asked, gently knocking his ankle against Peter's. "You didn't eat much of your dinner."

Peter took a deep, steadying breath. "I think I might be going crazy, Mr. Stark."

Tony froze, obviously not expecting Peter to be so honest with him. He moved, getting to his feet. He pulled Peter's chair out, helping him to his feet and directed him to the living room. He sat Peter down before he was crouching down in front of him, placing his hands on Peter's knees.

"Thanks for being honest, Pete," Tony said, giving Peter's knee a squeeze. "What's going on? How can I help?"

"I don't know," Peter murmured, blinking at Tony, feeling numb. He was tired. So tired.

"You've been having dreams," Tony said, his voice soft and gentle and so paternal it made tears prick at Peter's eyes. "Why don't we start there."

"I – I'm forgotten," Peter stuttered out.

"Forgotten how?" Tony asked.

"All kind of ways," Peter said. "One time I forgot I couldn't have caffeine and I made weird webs on the ceiling. Another time you forgot about me at a carnival when Morgan was sick. You came back for me though. You always come back for me."

"Whose Morgan?" Tony asked quietly.

"Your daughter. My sister." Peter sniffed. "I miss her."

Tony's big palm smoothed across Peter's knee. "You'd be an amazing big brother."

Peter nodded, tears dripping down his cheeks. "I don't know how to make them stop."

"It's okay," Tony said. "We'll figure it out. It's going to be okay."

Peter shifted forward, face planting onto Tony's shoulder. Tony's arms came around him, hugging him close and rubbing his palm over Peter's back in soothing circles. Peter believed him. Tony had proved it to him over and over again, in both his dreams and his reality.

The answer comes a few days in the form of Doctor Stephen Strange.

"Stark tells me you are having dreams?" Stephen said.

Peter nodded. It's not the first time he's met Doctor Strange and Peter's not sure where. His dreams and reality are starting to blend it's getting harder and harder to distinguish between the too. The last dream Peter had of Doctor Strange he had been turned into a dog. Peter pretty sure that one was a dream.

"May I?" Stephen asked, lifting his hands towards Peter.

Peter gave another nod.

Orange sparks appeared at Stephen's fingers tips. They formed into shapes and then Stephen pushed them over to Peter. They washed over him, a tingle of warmth prickling at Peter's skin –

Hey! Don't touch my body!" Peter yelled.

The young sorcerer gave Peter a nasty smirk and pulled his unresponsive body down an alley way.

"No!"

Peter tried to follow but it felt like he was swimming through tar. He wasn't sure what the sorcerer had done to him. One minute they had been fighting and the next the sorcerer was putting his hands on Peter's chest and pushing.

Then, to Peter's horror, he had been pushed out of his own body.

The orange sparks dissipated, and Peter blinked at Stephen, trying to ground himself back in reality (if this even was reality. Peter wasn't sure anymore.)

"It's an echo," Stephen said.

"A what?" Tony asked, frowning. He was hovering by Peter, looking ready to pull him into a hug in an instant. Peter kind of wished that he would.

"A psychic echo. An event so strong that it has echoed throughout –" Stephen started to explain.

"The multiverse," Peter finished for him.

"So, was I supposed to learn that multiverses exists when one opened up over the statue of liberty or were you planning on telling me that one day?" Tony asked, leveling Doctor Stephen Strange with a glare.

"If I had it my way, nobody would know about them," Stephen grumbled, his red cloak bristling behind him.

"A multiverse?" Tony repeated, looking between Peter and Stephen.

"Yes," Stephen nodded. "I can stop the dreams, Peter."

"You had them too." Peter wasn't asked. He could see that Stephen had.

"I have," Stephen agreed. "As Master of the Mystic Arts I am more suspectable to them. I am not surprised that you are too."

"Morgan…" Peter hesitated.

"A possibility," Stephen said, a smile on his face. "One I think will become reality."

Peter let out a breath of relief.

"Can you stop the echoes?" Tony asked, looking at Stephen meaningfully.

"Of course. One moment," Stephen said. He moved his hands again in a pattern, more orange sparks forming in the air. When they were complete, Stephen pushed them over Peter again and they sunk into his skin.

"That's it?" Peter blinked, not feeling any different.

Stephen chuckled. "That's it."

"The dreams…they'll stop?" Peter asked hopefully.

"You won't have any more echoes. Your dreams will be yours again," Stephen assured him.

Peter darted forward, hugging Stephen around the waist. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Stephen murmured, hugging Peter back.

They released one another, Peter stumbling to Tony and hugging him tightly. He breathed in the scent of Tony, letting the pressure that had been on his shoulders for months release.

"I love you, dad," Peter said into Tony's neck.

"Love you too, kiddo," Tony said back, his voice impossibly soft.

While the dreams had weighed Peter down and questioned his sanity, they had told him one thing. That in every universe, Peter Parker had Tony Stark watching out for him and that was a comforting thought. No matter where Peter was, he would always have his dad.

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