Unfamiliar. As his eye's groggily opened and his vision adjusted he could not help but note the ceiling. It was blank and white, opposed to the ceiling he was familiar with. With difficulty he pushed his body up into a sitting position, soon the room became more apparent. The walls were the same shade of blank white and there was not much else in the room safe for some hospital equipment placed beside his bed. It did not take him long to figure out where he was, looking down towards his body he took note of the light green hospital gown.

"When did I..." He mutterd to himself but felt something was off about his voice, it sounded odd, much younger than it should've been. Before the confusion could be made evident he noticed the door open to his side and in walked a man. He had an aged face with grey hairs evident in his dark brown hair, his face also had a fair bit of wrinkles on his face, but what stood out most was the white coat he was wearing, a doctor by the looks of it.

"Oh you're awake!" The doctor turned to him with slight surprise in his eye's before he quickly put on a warm smile. "I must say Mr.Parker you gave your aunt quite the fright. She was worried sick when you suddenly collapsed, barley left your side. We had to drag her out to properly examine you." The doctor said with a small chuckle most likely to try and ease him. "But it's always good to have such dependable family."

As the doctor spoke he onky grew more confused.

"My name ain't Parker." The doctor must've noted his expression as he quickly spoke up.

"If you're worried don't be, nothing serious happend to you. You just suffered from extreme exhaustment most likely, though we may need further examination to confirm. Though nonetheless you should be fine to go home today." The doctor informed him but it didn't lessen his confusion.

"Sorry but I could I use the restroom?" The doctor merely nodded his head as gestured to a door to the side, most likely a private bathroom.

"Do you need help walking or can you manage on your own."

"Yeah I'm fine, thanks though." Throwing the covers off him he placed his feet on the ground, the cold ground sending shivers through his body but nonetheless he moved to the restroom. Surprisingly he did not feel as tired as before, no he felt better. Better than ever in fact. But still his confusion was not abided as he immediately took note of his somewhat dimished height.

So moving to the restroom he pushed through the door, locking it behind him he immediately went to stare in the mirror.

Messy brown hair, hazel eye's and a youthful face stared back at him with a scrawny built. He knitted his eyebrows and so did the reflection, he raised an eyebrow and so did the reflection, he closed one eye and so did the reflection. That was him yet it was not. He very much knew what he looked like and it sure as hell wasn't some scrawny school kid.

He placed his hands on the sink as his face leaned closer to the mirror, though he soon found that he regretted such actions as the sink under his hands almost immediately broke as if it were fragile glass, somehow he managed to regain his balance and not fall. He looked at the shatterd renmants of the porcelain sink with no small amount of, you guessed it , confusion.

Sure he had applied body weight on it but obviously that wouldn't be enough to break a whole ass sink. As loud as the noise was the doctor didn't seem to address if he was okay, no doubt he went out to fetch this supposed aunt of his. He turned back to the mirror, staring long and hard as if his reflection would just become undone and reveal his true self. No instead the image of the frail kid remained.

Some part of him believed this was nothing more than a dream but another part of him knew this was all too real. But how was this real, what justification could be made for his apparent body change? It was just all too absurd, and that was phrasing it lightly. But staring at the mirror all day was not like to lessen his confusion any more.

So he moved out of the restroom and hoisted himself back on his hospital bed, he made sure to close the door less someone take note of the mess he made.

"That doctor also called me Parker earlier and also said I had an aunt?" Of course he knew his own name and his own family and he was pretty sure he had no aunt, not like he was really sure. He did not exatly have contact with his mom and dad in years. "Then who the hell is this aunt?" The question remained at the surface of his mind but the answer came in the form of something else.

The door to his side all but swung open as a women enterd. A full head of grey hair though her face did not properly show her age, aside from a few wrinkles she looked younger than her hair would have you believe, nonetheless the women stared at him with relief and warmth only a mother could muster. She approached him and gave him a bear hug, squeezing him tightly as if she were afraid he was going to leave. Strangely the hug did not feel uncomfortable, instead it felt comforting, familiar. As she let go the smile of relief was evident on her face.

"Thank God. Peter when you suddenly collapsed I-I didn't know what to think..." A sad and downtrodden expression was found on her face as she hugged him once again. "I was so scared. I thought I was going to loose you too." Tears began forming in her eye's and for some reason he began feeling like shit.

He didn't know why but this women crying cause of him made him feel mad at himself. He did not even know this women yet she cried because of him.

But despite how he felt he took note of the name she addressed him by.

"Peter. Peter Parker." Definitely not his name but a familiar name nonetheless. And not because it was so common, no because it was the name of a rather iconic character. Despite his confusion he did find the idea cool of having the name of a famous charecter.

"Wait hold on." Thoughts of the name quickly left him as more absurd thoughts came to mind. "Scrawny nerdy looking kid, my name's literally Peter Parker and I somehow got a worried aunt? Wait, wait, wait, no, no this can't be. It can't be right?" A look of horror came to his face as realisation hit.

"Peter are you okay? Is something wrong?" His supposed aunt asked upon noticing his expression.

"Y-Yeah I'm just a bit light headed." He offerd a strained smile which she returned.

"Don't worry Peter, once we get back home I'll make you all the wheat cakes you can eat." Her smile brightened as a silent sigh escaped him. That would've seemed inticing had he not came to realise his apperant predicament.

Denial was one of the stages of grief. And try to deny it all he did, but hearing 'his' aunt's name was May dwindled his hope but he still denied it. Thinking all of this was just some very strange coincidence. He even denied the changing of his body but all hope was lost. Why you might ask? Well after he had been discharged from the hospital he saw a giant digital billboard in the city. He wasn't surprised that he was in New York suddenly, no he was more surprised at what was shown on the billboard.

"Spider-Man is a menace!" Black hair with white decorating the sides, as well as a thick moustache. The supposed angry man went of on the large billboard for all to see. "Good gentleman, ladies and other's of unassigned genders. I ask you today to acknowledge the threat that is Spider-Man! When ever he does his supposed 'heroing' he always leaves destruction in his wake. Has it ever occured to you tha-"

Before he could continue his talking 'Peter' stopped listening, he just looked at the screen dumbfounded. Standing aimlessly on the crowded streets. His 'aunt' looked at him with worry.

"Peter, are you alright? Are you feeling sick again?"

"No, I'm fine. This place looks busy, is all."

She merely sent him a confused look before she smiled.

"I suppose it is a tad overcrowded, don't worry we'll reach home in no time."

A home. But not his home. Nothing was making sense, he was suddenly a fictional charecter now. Simply thinking about it felt unreal, how was he suppose to belive it? Even if all the evidence was right infront of him, this just wasn't the type of situation to just accept and move on. But what was he to do?

He merely sighed as he followed 'his' aunt, answers weren't just gonna reveal themselves, and thinking about how absurd everything is won't either. For now he had no plan on what to do. But if he suspended his disbelief then he was currently Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man. One of the most iconic hero's in all of media. Even if you weren't a fan of Marvel it's no stretch to say you've atleast heard of him. Peter is liked because of how relatable he can be and how much of a great hero he is. Spider-Man is a well liked charecter, but ask any fan of his if they would like to live his life and they'll answer with a no.

For lack of better words, his life is shit. A whole encyclopedia could be made for all the time's he's sufferd, be it in the main Marvel universe or in some alternative universe. Point is Spider-Man almost never get's a happy einding. And when life does look up for him, something even more shitty happens. Even in most recent comics he was cucked by a guy named fucking Paul. There was no end to the misery that was Peter Parker's life.

"And now I'm somehow him, and the teenage version no less." It made him think for a second. Was he the main universes Peter, or maybe the Earth 1610 or the Ultimate universe as it is called. Another sigh escaped him, question just began piling up and he still had no answer. Though he did know one thing, this Peter was already Spider-Man. He was already Spider-Man.

He didn't want to be Spider-Man, he was just an ordinary guy. Never before has he gone out of his way to save another person, the only person he really cared about was himself and only himself. Even if he was stronger and faster than most, sacrificing his life just wasn't an option. He was no Peter Parker, he did not care if he had power, why should he risk his life for random people that could die another day?

"But this feeling..." He felt ashamed. He had no reason to, ask any person if they would save another at the risk of their own life and they'll answer with a no. Even if they say yes, they might change the momment the situation becomes reality. There was no shame in it, it was human nature to want to survive. Despite his thoughts the feeling of shame wouldn't subside.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had basically taken Peter's life. As shitty as it was going to be, Peter did have some good moments, if only momentarily. Still, he would never get to experience them now. The love, the friendship, all the good memories.

"But I never asked for this, to be ripped out of my body and placed in someone else's. So why?..." Simply the thought of ceasing to be Spider-Man didn't sit right with him. It was not that he wanted to be the hero, no he felt like he was obligated. But why? Did Peter's mind influence his, or was this just something he wanted?

"More and more questions, I'm beginning to see a pattern here." Musing to himself, he took a moment to look around him. People, going about their daily lives. Oblivious to the dangers that's to come. Sure there were other hero's but none are more dedicated to the people than Spider-Man, so without him, could they survive?

Reaching 'his' home was easy enough , with 'his' aunt leading the way. It was in a quiet neighbourhood and the house was a plain two-story one, it had a small lawn and fence as well. A decent place. The inside was even more so, a decently sized living room and kitched, and a wooden staircase leading to the top. There was also a fair number of framed pictures againts the wall, some with Peter, and some with Uncle Ben and May.

"Peter you can go ahead and rest in your room, I'll call you down when dinner's ready." Giving him a kiss on the forehead she went towards the kitchen as Peter was left alone. So he went up the staircase and almost instinctively his legs marched towards the door at the left of the stairs. Pushing past the door his eye's were introduced to a rather spacious room.

Countless poster hung on the walls as well maps and photographs, there was even a monitor with a desk to the side as well as a large wardrobe leaned against the walls. And the room even had it's own small bathroom. A nice room, an upgrade from the room he was used to atleast. But putting aside his new room for now, there was something he wanted to test.

Fully stepping inside the room he closed and locked the door behind him. Then he randomly started doing squats. In the next instance he jumped, he had not put much effort into it yet he jumped so high his head smacked against the ceiling with a loud thud.

"Peter are you okay up there?" His aunt's muffled voice came from downstairs in a worry.

"Yeah I'm fine, just dropped something!" He yelled back while rubbing his head, he had atleast managed to land on his feet. He had not expected him to reach to roof with a simple jump, he should be more careful.

But his testing wasn't done yet, so moving towards a clean wall in his room he outstretched his right hand and placed it on the wall. Then he placed his left on it, his hands basically stuck to the wall. It was a strange feeling, like no matter how hard someone pulled him he would not let go. Though he felt he could let go easily enough willingly. It was strange, it felt natural. Like something he was used to doing.

So with out further ado he placed one foot againts the wall, and then the other. He was weaeing shoes yet they stuck to the wall as easily as his hands did, he rememberd there being an explanation for that, but for now he was focused on this wall crawling. And crawl he did, inch by inch he moved up the wall steadily, until he reached the ceiling. Carefully he placed his hands on it and continued crawling till he completely stuck to the ceiling. It was a strange experience but somehow fun as well, but he still had other thing's he wanted to see.

Like a simple switch his left arm and feet stopped sticking to the wall, leaving only his right arm that stuck to the ceiling. Unsticking his hand he landed on the floor almost weightlessly.

"Strange but cool in a way." His eye's scanned around the room until it landed on the closet, moving towards it he opened it revealing hangers of simple clothing. Ignoring it he focused on the large black suitcase that layed at the bottom, with the initials BP. Kneeling down he examined it, it had a combination lock with four numbers. Humming to himself he thought of the possible combination before something came to mind.

"1952, the year Ben was born." Putting in the combination the lock came undone as the suitcase was free to open. "Hmm, didn't think it would be that easy, but I guess it was obvious." Opening it up it revealed a red folded up onesie like suit, with black web patterns and a large black spider emblem on the chest. A similarly patterned mask was atop it as well as two bracelet looking devices which could be identified as his webshooters. Lastly there was also a notebook.

Picking up the notebook, he opened it and scanned it's contents. Most pages were coverd with sketches for potential suits and gadgets, they were really detailed but somehow he felt a sense of familiarity staring at the sketches. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he himself liked sketching, atleast there was something he had in common with this Peter. But as he flipped through the pages of the notebook his eye's stuck to something in particular.

"Salicylic acid, toulene, methanol, carbon tetrachloride, potassium carbonate, and ethyl acetate. A formula for my synthetic web fluid." He blinked confused, the words just slipped out of his mouth as he looked at the page full of what other's might perceive as gibberish. But to him it was a simple formula. It was strange he had never seen it before yet he understood it easily.

"Another side effect of having Peter's body?" Muttering to himself he placed the notebook aside as he picked up the mask. He stared at it long and hard, the white lenses seemed to bore into his own eye's.

"Am I suppose to just accept this?" He questioned himself. It wasn't right, all this discomfort. He was uncomfortable, obviously, it wasn't so prominent before because he wanted to focus on him being in the Marvel Universe somehow. But now that he had noting else to focus on, the discomfort finnaly settled in. The thought being in another body, a body that was once inhabited. It was nauseating. But what could he do?

All this discomfort and disgust was meaningless. No matter how he felt noting was going to change. His name, his face, his very being was gone. He was someone else now, and there was nothing he could do about it.

A heavy sigh escaped him as he placed the mask back into the case and closed it, stepping away from the wardrobe he sat on his bed.

"Peter Parker, Spider-Man." That was him now in body, but he was someone else entirely in his soul. But not that it matterd, everyone else would see Peter and not him. He was lost on what to do, should he just go on with this stolen life? Should he be a hero? What should he do? He could not even make a proper decision, somehow Peter was influencing his mind to a minuscule degree.

Should he be Spider-Man?

A/N: As you might've noticed thus isn't the MCU, but I'm still not sure if I wanna make it the main 616 universe. I might just make it original universe cause I wanna use Spider-Gwen and Miles. Regardless sorry for any spelling mistakes, and suggestions are accepted.