Prologue: The Forgotten Sacrifice

Author's Note: This story intertwines with the climactic events of the film "Spider-Man: No Way Home," as Peter Parker is unexpectedly thrust into the world of Danmachi by Doctor Strange in a desperate attempt to save the multiverse.

Disclaimer: Spider-Man and Danmachi belong to their respective creators and the studios that hold their rights. This work is a non-profit fanfiction, created solely for entertainment purposes.

Spider-Man lay on the ground, blood seeping from a gaping wound in his stomach. His breaths were shallow and ragged, each one a painful reminder of the battle's toll. Two more Spider-Men knelt beside him, gripping his hands tightly, their faces etched with a mix of fear and sorrow. One Spider-Man wore a suit with gold strands resembling a spider emblem, and the other was clad in the classic red and blue suit.

Tears welled in the eyes of the Spider-Man in the classic red and blue suit, referred to as Peter 3. He squeezed the injured Spider-Man's hand, his voice trembling. "Stay with us, Peter," he pleaded, his tone a mixture of desperation and hope.

The injured Spider-Man, referred to as Peter 2, struggled to focus his eyes on the sky above. His vision blurred, but he managed a weak smile. "Is that real, or am I dying?" he asked, trying to inject a bit of humor into the dire situation.

Peter 3 looked up, eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe. The sky above them was tearing apart, cracks of light and shadow splitting the heavens asunder. "Nope, that is real," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief.

The Spider-Man with the golden emblem, Peter 1, turned his head towards the chaotic skyline, his eyes narrowing in determination. "I gotta go," he said, his voice breaking slightly as he squeezed Peter 2's hand reassuringly. "Hang in there." He leapt up, swinging towards the Statue of Liberty with a fierce determination.

Amidst the fractured skyline, where the very fabric of reality seemed to unravel, Peter swung through the chaos of swirling dimensions. Otherworldly vistas stretched out before him, countless worlds bleeding into one another as if desperate to break free.

Dr. Strange floated beside the Statue of Liberty, his form silhouetted against the backdrop of a sky torn asunder. Peter clung to the towering monument, the metal cool beneath his fingertips as he gazed upon the surreal spectacle before him.

"What is happening?" Peter asked, his voice tense with urgency, his eyes scanning the fractured horizon where countless beings seemed to be trying to cross over from other worlds into theirs.

Dr. Strange turned to him, his expression grave. "The multiverse is tearing apart, Peter. The spell has gone awry, and I fear there may be no way to stop it."

Peter felt a chill run down his spine at the realization of the gravity of their situation. "There must be something we can do."

Doctor Strange, his eyes focused upwards towards the fractured skyline, hands stretched out as he desperately tried to weave a spell to stop the calamity, replied, "This is happening because of you. The spell is latched onto you."

Peter's mind raced, thinking of every possibility, every solution. "How about you make everyone forget about me?" he suggested, desperation creeping into his voice.

Doctor Strange hesitated before speaking, the weight of their impending decision hanging heavy in the air. "It is too late for that. We must erase Spider-Man's existence from this world."

Peter's heart clenched with fear. "I have to die?" he asked, his voice trembling with apprehension.

Doctor strange "No, We must send you to a universe where Spider-Man never existed. All traces of your existence must be erased from this world. It's the only way to prevent further destruction."

Peter's heart sank at the thought of leaving everything he knew behind. "But what about MJ and Ned and everyone else. Will anyone remember me?"

Dr. Strange's gaze softened, a pang of sorrow flashing in his eyes. "Your loved ones will never remember you, Peter. No one in the world would remember your sacrifice. Not even me. It's the price we must pay to save countless lives."

Though the pain of loss threatened to overwhelm him, Peter knew there was no other choice. He nodded solemnly, steeling himself for what lay ahead.

"I'll do it," he said, his voice resolute. After a moment's pause, he added, "But before I go, can I... can I say goodbye to Ned and MJ?" Peter's voice quivered slightly, his heart heavy with the weight of his impending departure. He knew that every second counted, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving without saying farewell to his closest friends.

Dr. Strange's expression softened, a melancholy shadow passing over his features. "You have five minutes, Peter. That's all the time I can give."

With a nod of gratitude, Peter swung swiftly down to where MJ and Ned stood, their faces etched with concern and uncertainty. Landing softly beside them, he wasted no time in pulling them both into a tight embrace.

"MJ, Ned," Peter murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I... I don't know how to say goodbye."

Both MJ and Ned exchanged bewildered glances, their brows furrowing in concern. "Peter, what's going on?" MJ asked, her voice trembling with worry. "Why are you saying goodbye? And what in the hell is happening to the sky?"

Ned's eyes widened in alarm as he stepped forward, his hands reaching out as if trying to grasp onto some semblance of understanding. "Yeah, Pete. What's with the sky splitting apart? Is this because of the spell?"

Peter took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he had to say. "Yes, it's because of the spell. It went wrong. The multiverse is tearing apart because of it."

MJ's eyes widened in shock, her hand reaching out to grasp his arm. "Wait, what? The multiverse is tearing apart? And you're saying goodbye? What does that mean, Peter?"

Peter took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he had to say. "Dr. Strange has a plan to fix this. But it involves me leaving."

MJ's eyes widened in shock, her hand reaching out to grasp his arm. "Leaving? What do you mean, leaving? Where are you going?"

Peter's gaze dropped, unable to meet theirs as he struggled to find the words. "I'm going to a universe where... where Spider-Man never existed. It's the only way to stop the destruction. But... but it means I can never come back."

A heavy silence fell over them, the weight of Peter's sacrifice hanging heavy in the air. MJ's hand tightened around his, her voice barely above a whisper. "Peter, no. You can't do this. We'll find another way. We'll fix this together."

But Peter shook his head, his resolve unwavering. "I'm sorry, MJ. Ned. This is the only way. I have to do this."

With one final, tearful embrace, Peter tore himself away, his heart breaking as he swung back up to where Dr. Strange awaited. Despite the voices of MJ and Ned pleading for him to come back, Peter pushed on, his resolve unyielding. "It will be alright," he thought, trying to reassure himself. "They won't remember me for much longer anyway."

As he ascended, Peter forced himself to ignore the echoes of their cries, their words fading into the distance with each swing. The weight of his decision pressed heavily upon him, but he knew he had no other choice.

Reaching Dr. Strange, Peter took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. "I'm ready," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him.

Dr. Strange nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "Remember, Peter. The new universe may be vastly different from our own. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Peter met his gaze, his resolve unwavering. "I have nothing to lose."

As Dr. Strange began to weave the spell, Peter clung to the statue, the metal beneath him vibrating with the raw energy of the multiverse. With one final glance at the fractured skyline, he took a deep breath and braced himself for the unknown.

In the midst of the chaos, Peter could swear there were tears in Dr. Strange's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifice he was making for the greater good.

And with a final nod, Dr. Strange activated the spell, and Peter was engulfed in a whirlwind of colors and sensations. He felt as if he were being squeezed through a small tube, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of the spell.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.

Peter found himself free-falling through the air, the wind rushing past him as he plummeted towards the ground. Despite the disorientation, he realized that he had materialized here at approximately the same height as he was clinging to against the Statue of Liberty.

As he descended, his gaze was drawn to a towering structure in the distance, reaching up and piercing through the clouds. It dwarfed any skyscraper he had ever seen, filling him with a sense of awe and wonder.

With the ground fast approaching, Peter's instincts kicked in. He scanned the landscape below and spotted a gap between two buildings which were relatively larger among the small structures surrounding them. Aligning himself with precision, he shot out webs, aiming for the narrow passage and creating a safety net for him to land on.

The webs stretched as he landed on them, the force of his momentum causing some pieces of the buildings where the webs were attached to break off. For a heart-stopping moment, it seemed as though he would crash into the ground, but at the last second, the webbing stretched to their limit, bleeding out his momentum.

Then, with a sudden snap, Peter was thrown back into the sky, propelled to a more manageable height.

Swinging around, Peter landed gracefully on a relatively taller building, though by New York standards it was merely four stories high. From this vantage point, he surveyed the streets below, taking in the sights of the new world he found himself in.

Below, the bustling streets were filled with a diverse array of beings unlike anything Peter had ever seen before. There were animal people, their ears twitching, tails swinging as they chatted animatedly with one another. Elves and dwarfs walked alongside them, their distinctive features marking them as denizens of a fantastical realm. Some individuals wore suits of armor, while others carried medieval weapons at their sides, giving the entire scene a distinctly medieval vibe.

Despite the medieval aesthetic, there were curious anomalies that stood out against the backdrop of this fantasy world. Lamp posts dotted the streets, their presence seeming oddly out of place amidst the archaic surroundings.

Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and disbelief at the sight before him. As an avid anime enthusiast before gaining his spider powers, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had been transported into an anime world.

And yet, amidst the astonishment, a wave of amusement washed over him. "Flying raccoons, outer space adventures, alien monsters," Peter mused to himself with a wry grin. "I've even teamed up with a sentient flying cloak. Guess I shouldn't be too surprised by this world after all."

As Peter surveyed the fantastical world below him, the vibrant colors and bustling activity seemed to blur together in his mind. He couldn't bring himself to feel the usual excitement and wonder.

In the last 24 hours, he had lost everything that mattered to him – his aunt, May, and all of his friends. The weight of his grief pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket as he lay down on the roof.

The gentle breeze that brushed against his face felt cold and hollow against the backdrop of his sorrow. Every heartbeat echoed the pain of his loss, a relentless reminder of the emptiness that now consumed him. His chest felt tight, constricted by the weight of his guilt and regret.

All his education, his efforts to get into college, his whole life had vanished in an instant. The future he had once dreamed of now lay shattered at his feet, a cruel mockery of the hopes and aspirations he had held dear. And it was his own fault.

As Peter lay on the roof, his mind tormented by remorse and regret, he couldn't shake the relentless questioning of his own actions. Why had he been so stupid? Why had he tried to save the villains from other dimensions? Why had he let his emotions cloud his reason? The weight of his mistakes bore down on him like an oppressive burden, suffocating him with its enormity.

Why had he fought Dr. Strange? The memory of their confrontation replayed in his mind, each moment a painful reminder of his folly. He had been so convinced that he was doing the right thing, so determined to save everyone, that he had failed to see the truth staring him in the face.

If only he had listened to Dr. Strange, if only he had trusted in the wisdom of the Sorcerer Supreme. His aunt would still be alive, and his friends would still be by his side if he had just let Dr. Strange simply return the villains to their respective dimensions.

The memories of their laughter and camaraderie haunted him relentlessly, each moment a poignant reminder of what he had lost. The echoes of their voices seemed to reverberate in his mind, taunting him with their absence.

The warmth of their companionship felt like a distant dream, slipping further and further away with each passing moment. Peter closed his eyes, the weight of his grief pressing down on him like a physical force. In that moment, he felt utterly alone, adrift in a sea of remorse and despair.

He didn't know how long he lay there on the roof. His stomach had started rumbling, and thirst gnawed at his throat, but he still didn't feel like getting up. He didn't want to be all alone either. He wanted to talk to someone, anyone. Then, a faint spark of remembrance ignited within him. He remembered his old A.I. friend Karen.

Due to his reluctance to replace her, he had disabled the advanced personality protocols when he fabricated his upgraded suit. But now, in this moment of desperate loneliness, he needed her more than ever. Pulling out his mask from his belt, Peter hesitated for a moment.

This suit, along with the nanorobots it was integrated with, was the only thing left of his old world and his mentor Tony Stark.

He put on the mask. With a deep breath, he commanded the suit's A.I. "Enable advanced personality protocol." The AI's monotonous male voice replied, "Choose personality voice: Male or female." Without hesitation, Peter responded, "Female."

The AI acknowledged in the same monotonous tone, "Standby, rebooting."

After a few seconds, a gentle female voice greeted him. "Reboot complete. Advanced personality protocols enabled. All systems fully functional. Hello, User, please state your name?"

Peter couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the AI's response. "You don't remember who I am?" he asked.

The AI replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "Error. While biometric scans indicate you are an authorized user, I am missing the data of your identity. Unable to account for data discrepancy."

Peter couldn't believe it. Dr. Strange's spell was so effective that even the A.I. had forgotten who he was. With a wry smile, he whistled softly to himself, marveling at the extent of the spell's impact.

The AI's voice, though different from Karen's, carried a comforting familiarity as Peter introduced himself. "Hello, I am Peter Parker. What's your name?"

In response, the AI replied warmly, "Hello, Peter. I don't have a name. Would you like to give me one?"

Peter paused, considering his options. His first instinct was to name her Karen, in honor of his old AI companion. But then he remembered MJ, his girlfriend who had stood by him through thick and thin. With a smile, he suggested, "How about Jane?"

The AI's response was immediate. "It's an excellent name." And in that moment, Peter felt a sense of connection and companionship with his new AI companion, Jane, who would accompany him on his journey through this unfamiliar world.

Peter didn't know the extent of effect of Dr. Strange's spell. Did the A.I. remember those related to him? Peter asked Jane if she had any data on May Parker. Her response was immediate and reassuring. "Yes," she replied, and a picture of Aunt May appeared in Peter's HUD, accompanied by all the relevant details: age, height, weight, and even a surprising piece of information - 'Boyfriend: Happy Hogan.'

Peter's mind whirled with confusion at the revelation. "WTF, how does an AI know her boyfriend is Happy Hogan?" he exclaimed, incredulous.

Jane's response came in her usual calm tone. "I have access to a vast network of information, Peter. It's part of my programming to gather and organize data."

Peter couldn't help but be amused by Jane's matter-of-fact response. But as he looked at his aunt's picture again, the weight of guilt and sadness returned with a vengeance. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over.

Jane's voice, usually calm and composed, now carried a tone of concern. "Peter, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Peter took a shaky breath, struggling to compose himself. "It's just... everything," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion. "I miss her, Jane. I miss Aunt May so much."

The floodgates opened, and Peter's tears flowed freely as he allowed himself to grieve for the loss of his beloved aunt.

Jane asked him, "Peter would you like to see your Aunt's video recording?"

"You have that?" he asked, astonished by the revelation.

Jane's response was matter-of-fact. "All nanobots integrated with my systems have cameras. My system has stored their video recordings since they were integrated with my systems."

Peter's mind raced as he grasped the implications of Jane's words. He had video recordings dating back to the moment Dr. Octopus had integrated the nanobots with his suit. It was hardly a day ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

With a shaky breath, Peter nodded. "Yes, I would like to see the recording."

Instantly, a 360-degree video began playing out on his mask's HUD. He could see in every direction he turned his head, the scene unfolding before him with startling clarity. It made sense, he realized, given that there were millions of nanobots recording simultaneously.

As he watched, Peter ignored everything else in the video, focusing solely on his aunt. His heart ached at the sight of her, a bittersweet reminder of the love and warmth she had brought into his life. In that moment, surrounded by the memories of his aunt, Peter found a fleeting sense of peace amidst the chaos of his new reality.