#You seriously think I'm a cop? (E120703 Peter)

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   NEW YORK CITY , EARTH-1048.

   The past few years had been less than ideal for Peter Parker, and if he was being brutally honest? That was putting it very generously... being the cause of his girlfriend’s death, betrayed by his best friend and subsequently having to lock him up in a high security prison; things were rough, it rattled the ideals he had once held so close when he first dawned the mask back when he was 17... a bitterness had consumed him, less pull being shown in his offense, it was truly a slippery slope indeed.

   And to add to another troublesome development to the past few years of depression, the web-slinging hero woke up 3 days ago to find himself in a different plain of reality... an alternate universe, Guess the tingle doesn’t help you avoid unexpected universe hopping.

   This new world was similar, yet different at the same time... there was no Lizard, no Green Goblin either; there was a man with robotic octopus tentacles and a dude dressed like a scorpion, so that was neat; there also was already a Spider-Man thwipping around the city... which certainly made things complicated when it came to being a hero of the “friendly neighborhood” variety.

   Taking a scenic break atop a high rise building, the scribbles that acted as advanced physics calculations would be tossed aside upon feeling a chill crawl up his spine... his Spidey Sense was most certainly kicking in.

   Sure enough, across the street he would spot a red-haired woman snapping photographs of the new development being constructed; Peter would also spot the loose steel beam that was dangling dangerously over the site.

   SNAP!

   It happened in an instant, the cable holding the mass of metal snapping like a popsicle stick; careening down to the sidewalk below.

   “Step aside! OSHA coming through!” Peter was already mid-swing when he made the quippy declaration, agility and experience allowing him to close the distance at an alarmingly fast pace; wrapping an arm around the woman’s waist, he would hoist the two of them up into the air and back up to the roof he had previously been relaxing atop.

   “Are you alright?” the masked man asks, before glancing back to see the site workers already resolving the damages; more importantly there had been zero casualties, prompting a sigh of relief to leave him.

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   She definitely seemed like a grossly mistrusting person, but then again... could Peter really blame her in this moment? Coming face to face with a second Peter Parker in the same timeline was a rather shocking experience to say the least, “Alright... your apartment it is.” he drapes an arm securely around her waist  before flicking his wrist to create an audible THWIP! from his webshooter; just like that, they were swinging through the New York skyline once more... it reminded him of the times he spent swinging with Gwen, she always loved the adrenaline rush it provided...

   ...not wanting to get lost in the memories of the past, would focus up on the task at hand, rounding a corner as he did so, “I know your name is Mary Jane, but can it be MapQuest for a moment?” only Peter would ask for directions in the form of a quip, eyes of New York’s residents watching them intently as they swung... he wanted to get some place private, and fast.

   Fortunately, what MJ had said proved true... the apartment wasn’t far from where they met at all; soon enough they found themselves on the fire escape just outside her apartment window, the web-head struggles with the window for a moment, before sliding it upward and gesturing the reporter inside, “Ladies first.”

   So far, everything had seemed to be going rather smoothly... but Peter couldn’t help but shake the chilling feeling that there was an immensely long  night ahead of him.

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Okay, seriously - what the HELL was going on here?!

MJ's brain scrambled to make sense of the puzzle pieces being flung at her in rapid succession, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't form a picture that made SENSE. She knew it was possible that there were other Alchemax spiders capable of turning people into heroes still out there - Miles getting bitten last year was proof enough of THAT.

But this guy ... the way his suit was designed, the colors he'd chosen, the way he spoke? It all SCREAMED Peter Parker; she would know better than anyone, since she'd been at his side for half of her life. She would've thought this guy had just built an incredible COSPLAY of her ex-boyfriend if he hadn't just swung on actual webs to save her, if he didn't mention MAY unprovoked like he knew her. Like he loved her just as much as Peter did ... had ... no, definitely still DID.

For a moment, MJ stood there in SHOCK. Opening and closing her mouth without making a sound, heart hammering wildly in her chest. But eventually she nodded, clearing her throat awkwardly before stepping back into the unfamiliar spider's grip and pointing towards Greenwich. She didn't know what was happening, but she did know that a new spider wandering around New York was going to be a PROBLEM if they didn't figure out what he knew and how he knew it.

"My apartment's not far from here. It's safe - we can talk THERE. And you can tell me why the hell you know May's name and how you got your WEBSHOOTERS."

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Take off the mask? That was about as intimate a request as completely stripping down to his birthday suit, but then again... she was already well aware of the identity of this world’s Peter, it only made sense to adhere to the demand; at least that had been what was going through his mind until a tattered gadget was tossed in his direction.

Spider-Bot? He certainly didn’t have anything like this back home, but upon inspection he could see the practicality in it... more eyes in the neighborhood means an easier time for Spidey, right?

There was hesitation in him, even as his hand moved upward to clutch at the fabric that made up his mask... the one barrier that prevented the horrors of villainy colliding with his personal life; eventually, he no longer stalls, practically peeling the garment off his head to reveal his true face... the one of Peter Parker.

“My name is Peter Parker... but you kind of already figured that one out, huh?” he sighs, crumpling the mask in his palms; still completely taken back by everything that has transpired in just the last... 15 minutes alone? “You must be other Peter’s girlfriend?” it wasn’t a hard deduction to make in the slightest; even he had to admit that other him had immense taste... she could honestly rival Gwen in terms of beauty.

What the hell are you talking about, Peter?! No one compares to Gwen... he muses to himself, shaking his head,

“S-sorry, I shouldn’t be the one asking questions here...”

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Starter Call!

Smash the LIKE button of this post for a starter from Earth-120703 Spider-Man!

Could range anywhere from like 2 sentences to an essay.

Multimuse blogs please specify which muse in the comments.

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"peter, hey, it's mj. listen i ... i know it's probably WEIRD that i'm calling. actually it's definitely weird, but i ... there's a party tonight at the bugle. it's for jameson, which is laughable, but a lot of people will be there and ... i was wondering if you wanted to come with me. and yes, i meant as my DATE. so ... let me know."

Working out the mechanics of returning to your own universe was a fickle thing, to the point where Peter had to develop a fake alias to compensate his actual identity already being taken by another.

It wasn't ideal in the slightest bit, but at least the fake name of 'Andrew Garfield' was enough to open up a cell line and acquire an apartment in Queens...

...the difficult part of it all, was the not being able to save the neighborhood once rumors of a third Spider-Man swinging through the streets began to spread; so he had no choices but to stay cooped up in MJ's apartment, running various calculations and equations in a means to discover a way back home.

At least, that was what he was doing until he received a voicemail on his phone.

A date? Tonight? With MJ?

Of all the things on Peter's "expect list", that hadn't even made the top 100 entries... what was he gonna wear? I mean, he hadn't really found the time or need to get a suit.

[SMS]: Hey MJ, got your message... what am I supposed to wear?

Setting the phone down, he would return to scribbling down calculations whilst awaiting a reply.

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Drabble about E-120703 Peter post TASM2

   The death of Gwen Stacy took the heaviest of tolls on Peter, even more so than the death of both his parents and his Uncle Ben... why?

   Unlike the rest, Gwen’s death was purely his fault... it was his hands that took her life... at least that is what he tortured himself into believing.

Perhaps the world would be better off without Spider-Man?

   For five months after the “murder”, Peter’s day was comprised of the same maddening routine:

Wake up

Visit Gwen’s grave

Cry himself to sleep.

Repeat.

   It wasn’t until a talk with Aunt May and the words from Gwen’s graduation speech that he convinced himself to go forward, to dawn the suit once again and continue to try and be that Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man that his beloved had admired so much... and the funny part was? It worked...

   ... at least for the first few months.

   That’s the thing with grief, it sneaks up and swallows you when you least expect it... even after you convinced yourself you had overcome those demons.

   After saving a young couple from the wreckage of a burning car, Peter began to see a vision of Gwen in place of where the young girl should have been; at first, he chalked it up to stress and lack of sleep, totally normal... right?

   But then it happened again... and again... and again. Every time he save someone, a vision of her would appear... the one person he failed to save, the woman he loved.

   What started as visions drove quickly into obsession, as Peter began researching and studying quantum mechanics; with special emphasis being put into the concept of string theory. Maybe there was someway to undo his greatest mistake? Perhaps even just one more day with Gwen?

   While his life as Peter became quickly consumed by his research, his life as Spider-Man didn’t fair any better in comparison. As his grief turned into rage, causing him to become bitter and no longer feel a need to pull his punches.

   It should go without saying, but these dual lives of self-destruction were going to eventually lead to Peter’s death, or perhaps worse... him taking another life.

  The latter of those two possibilities almost became reality nearly two years later, when a foolish criminal tried to mug Aunt May as she was walking to the bus stop after work; Spider-Man was most certainly there to save the day, but at the cost of beating the thug within an inch of his life; desperate to stop the supposed superhero from killing, May would rip the mask from his face to reveal the face of her nephew.

   Fortunately, she was the only around.

   Unfortunately? The conversation that followed was one of weight, angst, and outbursts of yelling... but eventually, May slowly but surely brought him back to reality and reminded him of the lesson that was most important from dear old Uncle Ben:

   With great power, there must also come great responsibility.

   It was after that night he began his long road to recovery, to relief, to redemption.

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