EARTH-90:
"Alrighty, let's do this one last time."
Peter Allen was standing over a ledge of a building as the rain poured down and he leaped off the ledge, diving towards the ground.
"My name is Peter Allen. And for the last ten years, I've been the one and only... SPIDER-MAN!"
Peter then landed on top of the Empire State Building with a sigh as he sat down. "What a day.
"Pretty sure you might know fragments of my story. But if you want the summary, here it is:"
"With great power... comes great responsibility." Barry Allen said; this one looks much older than the known Barry Allen.
"My dad started off as this world's first hero, the Flash. He fell into a coma after being struck by lightning, only for a few hours, and then when he awoke, he was able to run as fast as a bolt of lightning."
Barry Allen was currently at a running track with a woman who smiled at him.
"That is Tina. My mother. She and my dad were partners in crime and life."
Peter was seen laughing at a family dinner as he sat across from his family who were beginning to eat.
"I have a good relationship with my family. I would like to be better, but... I loved them and they loved me. They have been a bit... pushy on me spending my life with someone. But I don't really have time. I have my job, Spider-Man, and a dozen other things."
"Then something happened..."
Peter Allen was shot through a breach and screamed as he stumbled and rolled on the ground, slamming against a car. He groaned as he rubbed his shoulder stretching his neck as he stood up and looked around in confusion.
"I was somewhere else..."
Peter then looked over towards a television screen and watched as he watched as "The Flash" was fighting Captain Cold and Heatwave. He walked over and was confused as he knew his father's suit never looked like it did on the television screen.
"And I had no way to get home. And my only hope... was the Flash."