New York was burning, the streets full of invaders from another world.
A young teen boy was running through the back alleyways of the city, avoiding being seen.
He was wearing a red suit with blue in some places a web pattern across all the red a mask with white lens and black rimming the edge of them a white spider on his chest and back.
"Almost there, then Strange can get us out of this place," He panted.
About two minutes later he arrived at a door opening it and squeezing inside he went down a flight of stairs now in a dark basement the walls made of stone an old style to the collum holding the thick stone ceiling up he walked to a dip in the floor a circle of stairs and a floor with a bowl atop another much smaller collum.
"You're late!" a figure called out from the other side of the bowl, his outline only visible despite the dim light of the room.
"You haven't been up there for a while, Strange. It's gotten even worse somehow."
"That's to be expected. Thanos didn't hold back any of his forces when he invaded."
"You sure he's looking for the stones?"
"I don't know why else he would send such a large army."
"Maybe because he's a Mad Titan hell-bent on destroying half of all life, we survived Titan."
"Perhaps, but after Tony died fighting him, it's only natural, he'd want us dead for stealing the stones." He made a few gestures orange sparks started to fly through the air. "Now we must finish the spell and get you out of here."
"What do you mean? You're coming to the right?"
The figure gave a slight chuckle. "The spell only works on one person, and since you're the youngest of us both, you're not going to die soon."
"The universe I'm sending you to... It's different, and I doubt you'll retain your memories. But I chose a universe so different, I don't know if it has anything in common with this one." He started pouring a liquid into the bowl. "I don't know if you're presence there will affect it or not, you'll have to wait."
"Wha-...," the young teen was cut off by a loud explosion right above them.
"We need to do the spell now!"
"Okay, what do we do?" A few minutes later, it was ready, and the figure started casting.
The ground started falling away, then the walls, then the ceiling, until they were floating in the large expanse of space in front of them. Then the young teen felt something pull him back. Looking behind him, he saw a black hole.
"Goodbye, kid..."
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(X)
Peter Parker woke up with a cold sweat on his face. The 13-year-old boy was breathing heavily.
'That dream again,' he looked at his alarm clock, it read 4:00, he sighed, rubbing his eyes and yawning, he got out of his bed, stretching. He looked at his calendar, a day a week from now circled with a red marker, with the words also in red marker, moving day.
He'd been dreading that day all month since Uncle Ben announced that they were moving to Japan he was upset that they were leaving New York, looking outside his bedroom window at the giant skyscraper's of Manhattan across the river, he blinked seeing the city on fire the portals in the sky the flying creatures, he blinked again they were gone the city as it was always.
The next morning, he left his room into the main room of the small apartment, seeing Uncle Ben at the table reading the news on his laptop and Aunt May in the kitchen making breakfast.
"Morning," he said groggily. They smiled back in response. "You ready for the science convention after school, Pete?" Uncle Ben said, looking up from his laptop.
Peter Shrugged, "Yeah sure, it's going to be fun."
At a glance, you wouldn't think Peter was very smart, average grades at most, but he was a super genius. A's across the board, besides English and Spanish, he just rarely showed it because school didn't challenge him enough.
Uncle Ben has had him learning Japanese in his free time, and he could understand most words by now.
"See guys later," he said, grabbing a bagel before leaving the apartment and putting on his hoodie, school the bane of every kid's bane of existence, including Peter's, but not because of the actual schoolwork, because of the bullies.
Peter was quirkless and that meant having no friends because he was the weirdest kid in the school. After all, when 80% of the world have powers it's easy to be made fun of for lacking one.
But none were worse than Flash Tompson, and his quirk was...slightly above peak performance. A pretty weak quirk but he acted like he was the best in the world.
(X)
Peter sat in the classroom, bored out of his mind. 'All this middle school stuff was so boring!' Peter thought to himself.
At least there was the science convention Uncle Ben was taking him to. He spent the rest of the day avoiding most people until he couldn't. Flash was making fun of him as usual.
(X)
Finally, school was over, Peter started packing his backpack.
"What's up loser," a voice said from behind Peter.
"Not now, Flash, don't you have someone else to pick on?" Peter said, turning around to face the bully.
"We both know you're the one worth bullying in this school."
"Why's that?" Peter asked already knowing the answer.
"Because you don't have a quirk."
Peter shrugged, starting to walk past, "Yeah, so what?"
Flash blocked his path, "You already know what's wrong with that, you're a freak."
That sentence struck a nerve in Peter, but he knew not to fight Flash; instead, he just pushed past him.
It always bothered Peter that he was quirkless, but he had mastered hiding it from people. He was great at hiding a lot of things, that's why no one has realized his lack of sleep yet.
Once Peter got back to the apartment, he found a note on the kitchen counter.
'Went with May to get some stuff in the city. Sorry, you should still go to the convention. I know how much you were looking forward to it. There's enough money on the table for a taxi ride there and back.' There was a ticket and some cash next to the note.
At first, Peter was angry that Uncle Ben couldn't come. Peter just sat on the couch scrolling through his phone with a cracked screen. After a few minutes, Peter looked at the money and the ticket. "Screw it." He muttered as he got up and grabbed the money and ticket. He walked to the door and left the small apartment.
(X)
An hour later, damn you Manhattan traffic! Peter was getting out of a cab. he made sure to bring his camera, which was hanging from it's worn strap swaying slightly from the movement.
Peter stood before an event center. It looked out of place sandwiched between the towering skyscrapers of New York. It was a rather large and more flat building with a sleek white design with plenty of windows for natural light.
He walked in, looking around for the venue entrance. Peter walked further into the venue to the proper place to enter the convention. He walked up to a ticket booth after waiting in line and fishing out his ticket from his backpack.
"Ticket, please." A cute girl said. Peter held out his ticket and she grabbed it. She punched a hole in it and handed it back.
"Have a good time," she said with a large, obviously practiced smile. This was probably just a summer job so no wonder.
"Thanks." Peter said grabbing the ticket back and walking into the convention.
Peter walked around for about an hour, taking pictures of stuff he found interesting or cool. He watched some scientists as they explained different theories and projects. Then Peter found a display of different spider species. The scientist standing by it were explaining each spider's unique properties.
There were ones with improved strength, speed, and improved silk. Peter was amazed as he listened to the scientists talking more about the spiders. Soon before Peter wanted they finished explaining all the different species.
Peter watched the spiders for a few moments not noticing a spider descending right above him.
Peter took a photo, and he spent a couple of minutes looking at the different spiders until he felt something bite his hand. He yelped in surprise, swatting at his hand. He felt it smash something. Looking down, he saw a dead spider.
"What the heck?" Peter muttered before rubbing off the spider from his hand. Peter looked around to see if anyone noticed. But like normal nobody was looking at him. So why did he feel watched?
Shrugging it off Peter adjusted his backpack and decided to go home.
(X)
When he unlocked the door, Aunt May and Uncle Ben still weren't back, yet he was too tired to care; he went to his room to lay down. Peter let his backpack slip his shoulder with a soft thud. Peter paid no attention to where it landed.
Peter slipped off his shoes and fell onto his bed with a tired sigh, passing out into a deep sleep immediately.
Peter had the dream again that night. The city destroyed. Invaders. The strange suit. That man. Falling into the deep infinite void.
Peter woke up again with a cold sweat again and dry throat. He rubbed his eyes as they darted around the room quickly. After a few moments Peter steadied his breathing again and calmed down.
"Just a dream. Just a dream." He panted. After a few minutes Peter started to realize how parched he was. He got up and shuffled to the kitchen for some water.
Peter opened his door and walked to the kitchen. Peter opened one of cabinets and grabbed a cup and filled it with water before chugging it.
After finishing the glass of water Peter out it in the sink and went back to his room to at least try to get some more sleep.
After a few minutes Peter managed to fall back asleep.