Alya furrowed her eyebrows as her eyes fluttered open, revealing a much different NYC. Most of the buildings were the same, the people still hustled and bustled, but something was different.

One foot stepped in front of the other as she absentmindedly walked around, trying to take in her surroundings.

A loud car horn interrupted her thoughts and she opened her mouth to scream in terror before she felt an arm snake around her waist and pull her out of the way just in time.

A little bewildered from what was going on, Alya didn't notice how the person who saved her was yelling at her. When she finally was finally made aware, she realized that his hands were tightly grasped around her arms and he was shaking her, as if to snap her out of it.

"What do you think you're doing?" He snapped. "I told you to wait!"

Alya looked at his face and was shocked to find she didn't recognize him. He had brown hair and he had unshed tears in his brown eyes. He was a tall and slim fella, but by his grip, Alya could tell he was no slouch.

She didn't know him, but she felt like she did.

And she felt like she could trust him.

"I'm sorry!" She found herself saying before she could stop the words from leaving her lips. It was like she wasn't the one in control. She was just here to observe. "I wanted to pick up the pizza while you got the ice cream!"

"I don't care!" A few tears slipped from his eyes in time with another shake. "You almost got yourself killed! I can't lose you." His voice softened. "I just lost Gwen and I just lost Uncle Ben. You need to be careful."

Alya had a big feeling that this guy was closer to her than she thought. There was only one person she knew that had an Uncle Ben.

Peter…..Pyotr…

Where did that name come from? How did she know it?

"Come here." His hands moved underneath her arms and he wasted no time lifting her up and cradling her head. "Let's get that pizza and go home. Your parents are waiting."

Alya sunk right into the touch and shut her eyes to take it in. She found that she liked being in his arms. The way he was holding her, made it obvious that he loved her.

And one thing about Alya was, she loved to be loved.

But that juncture didn't last very long and the feeling was replaced with something else.

For a moment, she felt like she was falling. But, the sensation ended just as quickly as it began.

When she opened her eyes once again, she was somewhere else. This time, she was lying on a couch. She thought it was a little odd, because that's how she had fallen asleep in the first place, but the home she was in was completely different.

She groaned when a cold cloth was placed over her pounding head.

Why was her head hurting? Why was her nose stuffy?

What was happening?

"Look who's awake." The person who put the cloth on her forehead sat down and gave her a smile that made his blue eyes light up. "How do you feel?"

"My head hurts." She responded. She didn't dare ask where she was or who he was. She didn't think she could even if she wanted to. "Where's Mama?"

"She's making you some soup with Aunt May. You had quite the fever last night."

This guy had an Aunt May…..he was another Peter.

"Petrov…..my head hurts." Her mouth continued to prove that it had a mind of its own.

"I know, we'll get you something to take care of that. Your dad just went out to get you some painkillers. She should be back soon."

"Alya….."

That new voice sounded very distant, but Alya was drawn to it. It wasn't coming from whoever was in the room. So, she followed it.

Further...and further...and further...

"Alya….." It called again.

"…..Petrov….." She mumbled in her sleep, her hand reaching up for the cold cloth, never finding it.

Ned and MJ shared a look of confusion, but they both just brushed it off as Alya having a weird dream.

The lack of substance made her think that the dream was over and she at home once again. "Mama?"

"No, it's just us." MJ gently tapped her cheek. "You've been asleep for a couple hours."

Alya slowly came to and looked at them. She had been in so many places in such a short time, it was taking a little while to remember where she started. "Hm?"

"Alya, Lola wants to know if you're hungry." Ned told her.

It wasn't his idea to wake her up, but his grandmother kept pestering him about how she hadn't eaten recently and she needed food to keep her strength.

"Yeah." Alya was still trying to wrap her head around what just happened while she was sleeping, but she didn't want to alarm anyone, so she kept it to herself.

Lola heard the magic word and came over to Alya with a plate, helping her sit up while tucking some pillows behind her back before she handed her the food. "Tapsilog."

"Thank you." Alya smiled and slowly began eating as she walked away. "…..Did you guys hear anything from Peter?"

She had no idea what time it was and she really should've been getting home, but she needed to know what happened to Peter while she was out cold. She was really starting to wish that she never got involved in the first place. It seemed selfish to her, but this whole situation was getting really scary and she didn't like where it was headed.

"No, not yet." MJ sighed. "We were watching the news earlier, the building was attacked and one person didn't make it, but we don't really know anything else."

"It wasn't him." Alya knew that for a fact.

If it was Peter, she would've felt it. She felt him disappearing when Thanos snapped his fingers, so she definitely would've felt it today.

Peter was okay.

"We know." Ned nodded.

"I'm gonna press it." MJ decided, marching over to the relic.

Alya almost cheered at her change of heart, but it didn't last very long.

"What? No!" Ned stopped her.

"Peter told me to wait, but….I'm gonna do it."

"I just wish….I just wish that we could see him."

As soon as Ned said that, sparks flew out of Doctor Strange's ring, surprising all three of them.

"Ned?"

"Yeah?"

"Do it again."

"...I just wish we could see Peter."

This time, an entire portal was created. Alya's jaw dropped and she stood up, keeping a firm hold on her plate of food as she moved closer to the older two. This was really strange.

"Salamangkero!" Lola gasped, peering into the portal to watch some guy in a Spider-Man suit walking around and alleyway.

"You're right. I am magic." Ned agreed.

"Is that him?" MJ asked.

"Yeah, it has to be."

"It's not." Alya told them. "In no universe is our Peter that tall."

She had a point there. Their Peter wasn't short, but he wasn't tall like this guy was.

"Peter!"

"Hey, Peter!"

The mystery man began to run towards the portal, jumping through it, causing Ned's Lola to scream in fright.

"No, no, no. It's okay. I'm a nice guy." He took his mask off to show them his face.

And Alya's jaw went slack. She made sure to stay away from all the commotion as she quietly backed away, food still in hand.

She recognized that brown hair and those brown eyes immediately. Looking at him, her blood ran cold. Is this what Strange meant when he said that she needed to get ahold of her powers?

They were acting up while she was asleep and she saw two different universes!

There was nothing exciting about this.

This was just plain scary.

"Who are you?" MJ asked.

"I'm Peter Parker."

"That's not possible."

"I am Spider-Man….in my world. But then, yesterday, I was….I was just here….Wow." He stammered. "String theory….multidimensional reality…and matter displacement, all real?"

"Yeah."

"Knew it!" He grinned.

"This has to be because of the spell." Ned whispered to MJ.

It could only be because of the spell.

Alya set her plate down on the coffee table and made herself as small as possible. This was too much for her.

She had been through the Red Room, fought off Thanos' minions, she went on the run for two whole years, and fought against Mysterio, but this was where she drew the line.

She didn't want to hop through different universes. She wanted to stay in the one she was in right now!

She needed to find someway to get rid of these powers for good. They were only a hindrance and she couldn't think of a single time where they made anything better or easier.

"The spell?" The new Peter questioned. "Like a magic spell?"

"There's no spell." MJ shut him down.

"I mean…" The new Peter raised a brow.

Were they just going to act as if he hadn't just come through a portal?

"Shut up, Ned. No, it's not real. Shut up."

"There's magicians and stuff, but there's no—"

"—Stop it." MJ hissed before looking at the intruder. "Prove it."

"Prove what?" He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"That you're Peter Parker."

"I don't carry ID with me. It would kinda defeat the whole 'I'm a superhero' thing." He quipped before MJ threw a bread roll at him. "Why'd you do that?"

"I was trying to see if you had the tingle thing." She shrugged.

"I have the tingle thing, just not for bread." He smiled, but cringed when she picked up another one. "Can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply mistrusting person and I respect it." He jumped and stuck his hand to the ceiling.

Alya was going a very good job of hiding herself, because he still hadn't realized she was in the room. She wasn't really sure why she was making herself scarce, but whatever she was doing, was working.

"Crawl around."

"No."

"Yes, crawl around." MJ deadpanned.

"Why do I need to crawl around?" He questioned.

Was hanging from the ceiling by his fingertips not proof enough that he was Spider-Man?

"Cause it's not enough."

"This is plenty."

"No, it's not." MJ shook her head.

"It is."

"Nuh uh."

"How do I stick to the ceiling?"

"Do it." MJ threw another bread roll at him.

"Ned?" Lola turned to her grandson, relaxing when she found that this new person had no ill intent. "Sabihin mo dyan sa mamang yan na alisin yung agiw sa sulok, ha?"

"Lola is asking if you can just get the cobweb, there." Ned pointed to the corner of the ceiling. "Since you're, like, up there?"

"Yeah, no problem." This Peter Parker shrugged and crawled towards the cobweb, wiping it off of the ceiling before hopping back down on the ground and dusting his hands off.

Surprisingly, that wasn't the first time he's done something like that.

"Thank you." Lola spoke once again.

"We good?"

"For now." MJ shrugged, still keeping her guard up.

And just as the words left her lips, the portal closed.

Alya reached out to pick up her roll of bread and take a bite of it, but her hands accidentally knocked the plate, making it scratch up against the wooden coffee table.

The movement caught the stranger's eye and he turned his attention to Alya, tilting his head.

"Don't look at her."

Alya glanced up as MJ before looking back at this 'Peter'. "It's okay."

She could take of herself, but it was nice to have someone looking out for her.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare. It's just….where I come from, we know each other. I just didn't expect to see you here."

"I know." She admitted.

It wasn't like there was much to hide. And what would she be hiding it for? He just said he knew her.

"You know?"

"You're Pyotr…." She told him, watching his eyes light up. "The other me— you guys were picking up ice cream and pizza and she almost got hit by a car…..you saved her."

She wasn't really sure what to call the version of herself in his universe. Was it her? Or was it just a completely different person that happened to look just like her?

Maybe Doctor Strange could clear that up for her.

"Yeah." He nodded, moving closer to her. "How did you know that?"

"I saw it….when I was sleeping just now. You were crying. Just like you are now."

"I was." He confirmed, raising a hand to his cheek. He hadn't even realized he was crying. "C-Can I hold you? That sounds really weird, but where I'm from, you're in college. You're not this small anymore and—"

"—Okay." Alya nodded, feeling a connection to him. She didn't hesitate before she lifted her arms and allowed him to carry her. "You're really cuddly."

And she thought it was odd how her body didn't tense up the way it always did when someone she didn't know put their hands on her. In Pyotr's arms, she was so relaxed and she felt so comfortable as if it were any old day.

"This is amazing." Ned breathed. "You two….you, like, know each other."

This was more than amazing...it was incredible.

"What's the other me like?" Alya asked.

"Tenacious." Pyotr chuckled, taking her features in.

It's been such a long time since he was able to hold her this way. In his world, she was pretty much all grown up. Seeing her like this made him realize just how much he missed that stage of her life.

"What's that mean?"

"It means that you're stubborn and determined."

"That's what Daddy tells me." Alya smiled.

She wondered if the Alya that Pyotr knew suffered the same trauma that she had. But it wasn't something to have a conversation about.

"As cute as this is, can we get back to the problem?" MJ quirked a brow.

She was a little weirded out by what was going on and the sooner they could get back to normal, the better.

"Right, sorry."

"So…I opened the wrong portal to the wrong Peter Parker?" Ned asked.

"Yeah, I guess you just keep doing it until you find the real one." MJ suggested.

"Ouch." Pyotr mock grimaced.

"No offense."

"Okay…." Ned took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do next.

"You got this."

"Find Peter Parker." He moved his hand the same way he did before.

"What's with the thing on his hand?" Pyotr asked, but was promptly shushed so he wouldn't break Ned's concentration.

"Find Peter Parker. Find Peter Parker." Ned managed to open up another portal and this time, another person stepped out of it. "Great, so it's just some random guy?"

"Hello." The man waved. "Uh, I hope it's okay, but I just came through this, uh….it just closed."

That was awkward.

"You're Peter?" MJ asked.

"Yeah, Peter Parker….I've seen you two…." He narrowed his eyes at Pyotr, prompting him to put Alya down and usher her towards her friends. "Hi….wait, he's not your friend."

The Peters stared directly at one another, trying to figure the other out. Pytor shot a web out at the newest addition, but the older Peter did the exact same thing as they both flipped out of the way. Pyotr landed on top of the dining table while the older Peter shot another web at him, blocking one of his web shooters and ending the small little fight.

"Wait, so you're Spider-Man, too?" Ned's jaw dropped. "Why didn't you just say that?"

"Uh, I don't go around generally advertising it. It kinda defeats the whole 'anonymous superhero' thing."

"That's what I just said." Pyotr breathed out.

"That is what he just said." MJ nodded, her eyes wide.

"Ikaw, ha? Nagkalat ka nanaman. Linisin mo lahat ng mga basura mo dito. At ikaw? Alam mo na gusto ko itong bahay natin, maayos, pero tingnan mo. Dumi dito, dumi doon."

"My Lola's asking if you could clean up the webs that you just shot."

"Oh. Sorry, Lola." Pyotr nodded, beginning to pick things up.

"Yes, of course."

"I'm going to bed." The woman shook her head before pointing a finger at Alya. "Eat."

"Okay." Alya nodded, picking up her discarded plate before taking another bite of her food. "G'night."

"Goodnight, Lola."

"This might seem kind of weird, but I've been trying to find your friend ever since I got here. I just had this sense that he needs my help." The newest Peter said.

"Our help."

"He does." MJ nodded. "We don't know where he is and, um, honestly, right now, we're all he has left."

That statement alone told Alya that May was gone. She wasn't sure why she and Ned didn't tell her before. Maybe they thought she wouldn't take it well? Maybe they she couldn't handle it?

But she was good at compartmentalizing and that's exactly what she was going to do right now.

"Well, is there some place that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a place where he would go to just…"

"Get away from everything?" Pyotr asked.

"For me, it was the top of the Chrysler Building."

"Empire State. Better view."

"That is a sweet view…..hey, kiddo." The older Peter Parker smiled at Alya. "Wow, you're so—"

"—Young?" Pyotr finished for him. "I know, it's crazy."

"Yeah." He nodded. "Look, you don't know me, but back where I'm from—"

"—I do know you." Alya interrupted him. "Kinda….I saw you in a dream….you're Petrov."

"Right." He smiled. "How did you know that?"

"It's a long story."

Wanda tossed and turned in her bed, trying to get some sleep. She knew Alya snuck out again, but she didn't say anything. She figured that she wouldn't be gone long, but it's been hours since she left.

Flinging her covers off of her body, the teen decided that she couldn't keep this a secret anymore. She shoved her feet into her bedroom slippers and crept down the stairs and into the foyer.

She would do Alya a favor.

Instead of telling their parents, she was going to tell Steve. He and Alya were tight and he would know exactly what to do in this situation. She hated to put him in this kind of position, but she was just a kid, she didn't need this kind of stress.

"Steve?" She knocked on his door once she got there. "Steve, open up!" She whispered.

Steve must not have been asleep, because only a few seconds later did Wanda hear footsteps padding to the door.

"What're you doing up, Doll?" Steve yawned.

"I have to tell you something and it's really important." She bit her lip nervously.

"Come in." He stepped to the side and allowed her in to his abode, gesturing for her to sit down on the couch.

Wanda gingerly sat down and her leg bounced before she realized what it was doing. Alya was going to hate her for this, but it had to be done.

"What is it?" Steve sat down beside her, giving her his full attention.

"I shouldn't even be telling you this, but I think that someone should know. I don't want anything to happen to Alya again..."

"What's going on, Wanda?"

"Alya's been sneaking out to see Peter. She isn't home now and I didn't want to tell Mom and Dad because they're gonna freak."

"You said she's been sneaking out to see Peter?" Steve's eyes widened.

"Yeah, why?"

"Wanda, I was just watching the news before you came in here. Happy's condo was attacked. May Parker is gone."

Wanda's eyes widened as they filled up with tears. "Nothing happened to Alya." She shook her head, trying not to freak out. "I would feel her...like I felt Pietro...she's okay. She had to be okay. I can't be too late."

"She's okay." Steve spoke gently, pulling her into his arms while she cried. "And you did the right thing by telling me. This is something your parents should be aware of, but knowing them, they already know something is up."

"What if she's hurt? What if she's hurt and she's scared to come home?" Wanda trembled. "Why didn't I make her stay? Why didn't I say something sooner?"

One of her biggest fears was losing Alya the way she lost her twin. She couldn't let it happen. She couldn't live if it happened.

"Wanda, she's going to be okay." Steve rubbed her back. "Everything is going to be okay."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."