It's been 10 years since everyone came back from what people called "The Blip". The massacre that took out 50% of the population in the universe. And the day his father figure pretty much died in my arms, saving the universe.

I was 16 everyone learned Spider-Man's identity. MY IDENTITY AT THAT.

I was 16 when my last blood relative died in my arms. Again. At this point, I'm pretty sure death just follows where I go. First a plane crash with my parents, then Ben, then Tony, then May.

I was 16 when I lost everyone else. The love of my life, MJ. My best friend since elementary, Ned. My family in everything but blood, The Avengers.

I was 16 when I got a job and a fake ID under the name of

Benjamin Anthony White

Now that I got that little recap out of the way let's get to we're I am now.

Well, today's the anniversary of the day my life went to SHIT!

10 years ago today was the day Strange cast the damn spell that left me pretty much smoking a pack of cigarettes every few days to a week.

You see, over the course of these 10 years, some shits happened.

Thors theory on bringing back Nat was right, so they got her back at the tower retired unless urgently needed.

They some how found a way to bring Tony back after a few years.

Of course, with no memory of me because of that weird ass spell from the magician.

Got some superhero friends that I'm in a group with called "The Guild of Meraki" so that's cool.

On the run from Hydra, something about my DNA and a new super soldier? Pretty weird but I spent enough time blowing up that one warehouse. I don't feel like going back to another for another round of torture and experimentation if you know what I mean.

I mean, what more do they want? Another leg, maybe an arm this time, might as well take eye 1 outta 2 and leave me blinder then Matt Murdock. Fuckin love that guy.

Oh! I also made friends with Shuri. Queen of Wakanda. She is hella awesome, helped me with the leg problem actually. She's also apart of the guild so that's pretty cool.

Had to change the suit since I'm towering at about 6'1-6'5, plus the absolute bulk up I've got since 17 and 18. Also grew some pretty sick fangs that have venom in them. And the webs I can now shoot out of my wrists. That was fucking terrifying when I learned about that. But it made me think of Peter 2 so that calmed me down.

Avengers started back up as a team not long after Captain Caked came back from his little vacation with Bucky.

And that's what led me here. One of the only days I allow myself to drink enough alcohol to get me as blackout drunk as I possibly can for the longest amount of time.

Just before I could do that though I acknowledged the twisting feeling in my stomach. It wasn't even my Spidey senses, just a feeling something bad was gonna happen. Some may call it intuition, I like to call it Parker's luck. You'd think that goes away when you're no longer classifying as a Parker, but here I am, still up and kicking instead of embracing the sweet release of death. Yay me.

I grab my keys and walk out the door. Locking it before heading to the liquor store to buy multiple packs if not bottles of the strongest alcohol they have.

While walking he used his enhanced hearing to stay wary of his surroundings. And taking extra precautions, he grabbed a spider off the wall and asked it if it and its friends could keep a lookout for anything suspicious, and if anything found to report back to him absolutely immediately.

After about 5 minutes of his 15 minute walk from his shitty rundown apartment, a spider jumped into his hair. Climbing down the part that covered the damage done to the left side of his face by Hydra, and told him that it looks clear and there was nothing weird they could find.

With that he kept his track to the store that carry's his sugar (multiple bottles of 1.75 vodka).

About 30 minutes later he opens his apartment door. Ready to taste his 8 bottles of Vodka and get so drunk he forgets not just his name, but his NAME name.

And FUCK the cashier for the look he gave at the counter. Asking if he needs to call me the suicid hotline. I'm depressed but about 4 years away from getting to that point.

With a twitch of his lips, he slipped out of his oiled up jeans and boots from work, and pools on a pair of sweatpants over his scared up leg and advanced prosthetic on his left were his leg was around 9-7 years ago(accommodation of Shuri). Sliding of his dirtied up hoodie and t-shirt, revealing a body covered in scars, and pulling on a white tank top. With a quick look at his arms, covered is scars so horrible he wears some sort of long sleeve everywhere he goes, he grabs one of the Vodka bottles and effortlessly pops out the cork.

Before he can even take a swig of the liquid he's pretty sure angels cry, there's a nock at the door.

Setting down the bottle with a grown, he rubs the ruff stubble on his face and walks over to the door, throwing on a black hoodie and his pare of combat boots he wears outside of work and heroing, he opens the door.

There outside the door are a few people that feel oddly familiar yet so far away.

A man with brown and gray hair, a goatee, and wearing an AC/DC short sleeve shirt with a pair of greasy looking jeans and what looks like older shoes. About 5'11-6'1 tall. He can also feel the nerves, scared, and… sad? Energy radiating of the man.

To his left his a woman with beautiful long red hair, black spandex, and black long sleeve workout zip-up. A serous look on her face but he can also feel the fear radiating off of her.

And lastly to the man's right is another tall man with brown hair up in a man bun with stubble and a dark blue baseball cap. Adorning blue jeans and a grey long sleeve zip up jacket, hands in pockets. An expressionless face stares at him, but unlike the others he's radiating nothing but protectiveness. He looks like a man on a mission.

But a mission for what…?

"Is this apartment 605?"

Says the man with the goatee

"… yes, it is… "

He responds with hesitance.

"Well we have reason to believe that someone were looking for lives in this apartment building."

The man responds with evident worry in his tone.

" Oh, well I know everyone here in the building. So, who are you looking for? Mabye I could help."

He said, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

" Well you see…

We're looking for Peter Parker"