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“Hey watch it I really don’t want to raid the first aid kit tonight!” Peter cried as a blast narrowly missed his side.
“Peter concentrate.” Tony berated, flying close to Peter. “This guy has been terrorizing the streets of Manhattan for nearly 2 weeks.”
“I Know! I’ve been the one intercepting him and trying to fight him but he keeps getting away! That’s why I called you! Hey, he should have a name.” Peter said sticking to the side of a building. “Like Blaster, no no to basic. Captain Blaster?” Peter said, jumping to avoid a blast from Captain Blaster. Captain Blaster looked like a mix of futuristic and retro, he was wearing a large jacket with weird-looking tech things and adorned a belt with many guns on it.
“Captain Blaster is a terrible name, kid. It’s perfect.” Tony complimented, aiming a repulsor at Captain Blaster.
“You may be laughing now, but trust me you won’t be soon.” Captain Blaster said, shooting his gun at Tony which he easily dodged.
Peter launched himself off the building he was standing on and body slammed into Captain Blaster. Blaster kicked Peter in the chest making Peter fall onto his back, causing Peter to have the wind knocked out of him. Tony started to dive towards Peter to shield him but Blaster had quickly pulled out his blaster gun and shot at Tony.
Not having enough time to dodge the blast, it hit Tony in the chest, to Tony’s astonishment and horror, the blast completely powered down his suit. Falling the rest of the way down, which was not far, he landed a distance away from Peter who was starting to stand up and watched as all of this happened.
“No! Mister Stark!” Peter cried, running over to Tony. Peter was facing away from Blaster, too worried about Tony to think about the dangers of turning his back on someone who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt some innocent.
Blaster reloaded his gun and efficiently hit Peter’s side. Peter felt painful waves of electricity course through his body, falling again Peter couldn’t bring himself to stand up. Captain Blaster walked calmly up to Peter.
“This gun was specifically designed to temporarily render you useless. It can also completely shut off Iron-Man’s suit. Isn't that lovely?” Blaster said darkly. Peter couldn’t speak so he decided to glare harshly at Blaster through his mask. “You have been a particular thorn in my side and that simply will not do.” Blaster pulled something out of his jacket. It was a bulky looking watch, Blaster grabbed Peter’s left hand and attached the watch securely around Peter’s wrist.
“Peter!” Tony yelled. Tony tried fervently to fight against the dead weight that was his suit keeping him from protecting Peter. Peter turned his head weakly, still suffering from the electric shock.
“Mister Stark.” Peter cried painfully.
“Now you see this watch has the ability to travel dimensions- I’ve calibrated this one to take you to a dimension that’s just a blank void. It’s very fun I was there once, there is oxygen for some reason despite there being no wildlife or anything at all. You’ll just float around until you starve to death. I went to the dimension myself and a few others, they’re quite interesting. Of course, since I had the watch and knew how to operate it I just transported out. Also for the sake of it, because I think it’s rather interesting, it’s impossible to find yourself in an alternate dimension because you take their place. Isn’t that interesting Spider-Man?” Blaster told Peter.
“Please don’t do this.” Peter pleaded faintly. Blaster shook his head faintly and pressed a button on the watch, starting a ten-second countdown. Blaster walked away from Peter heading towards Tony who had almost finished powering back on.
Peter started to weakly slam the watch on his wrist on the pavement, he barely made a scratch. When Peter saw he only had 4 seconds left Peter used all his strength and hit on the ground one last time. It cracked down the middle and something must have happened because the watch started to make a fizzling sound; However, the countdown didn’t stop. Peter watched as the timer hit zero and in a flash, Peter was no longer there where he was previously lying.
Peter felt himself on a questionably soft and smelly surface before he opened his eyes. When he did, he realized where he was. A dumpster. Peter sighed to himself questioning why his life was this way. He laid there for 40 minutes waiting for the pain to go away. Finally, Peter heaved himself out of the dumpster and rolled onto the cold pavement.
“Note to self, don’t get hit by one of Blaster’s guns,” Peter said finally, sitting up. Peter looked around cautiously at his surroundings. “I’m still in New York,” Peter noted. Peter then realized something.
“Mister Stark! Is he okay?” Peter stood up and wobbled around a bit, still a bit weak on his legs. He winced when he felt a stabbing pain at his side, he must have broken a rib or something. Peter hobbled to the front of the ally and looked around.
“I don’t think I can web swing to the tower without falling,” Peter muttered to himself, looking down at his arms. Peter then saw the watch on his left hand, pulling the watch closer to his face he noticed something that made his heart drop slightly.
“Why does it say transportation is successful? I’m not in an empty void,” Peter said nervously. Peter took extra time to make sure nothing was out of place until he realized another thing. “How did I even end up in a dumpster?!” Peter yelled, turning to look at the dumpster. “Everything looks the same. How am I supposed to know if I’m not in Kansas?” Peter said, turning to look at the street.
“Hey, Karen?” Peter asked nervously.
“Yes Peter, how may I help you?” Karen replied politely.
“Is there any way you can tell if this is an, um, alternate universe?” Peter rambled nervously. Karen was silent for a while until she responded.
“I crossed my records with the internet and I found several differences as well as another database identical to my own, though this database seems less developed than me,” Karen said.
“What kind of differences, and what other database?” Peter asked, feeling his heart sink more.
“Well the two biggest differences I can find is that Spider-Man doesn’t exist,” Karen starts.
“What?! I don’t exist?!” Peter exclaims, putting his hands on his head.
“You do exist but you don’t appear to have an alter ego or superpowers,” Karen cut in.
“Okay, and what's the other bigger difference?” Peter asked, not expecting anything crazier than Spider-Man not existing.
“It appears that the Peter Parker of this world is Tony Stark’s son,” Karen said. Peter was silent for a moment.
“Say what now?” Peter finally managed.
“According to multiple records and news articles I’ve found,” Karen began, displaying multiple news articles on Peter’s visor. “Peter Parker is the biological child of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. To avoid mass media you have a fake name which is Peter Parker so you aren’t recognized in public as a Stark as no one really knows what Stark’s son looks like due to being shielded from the media since Peter was born. This world's Peter Parker currently lives in Stark Tower with his father and mother,” Karen finished.
“Wow that's insane,” Peter breathed out, looking around New York. “But how am I supposed to get back to my own universe?”
“Perhaps asking Mr. Stark for help would be a good idea,” Karen suggested.
“What?! No! If I go to Mr. Stark then I’ll risk seeing my other dimension self and I don’t know the consequences of seeing my doppelganger! Like what if we touch and we explode or something?” Peter exclaimed.
“Before you got transferred to an alternate dimension, Captain Blaster mentioned that if you travel with the watch that he manufactured, you take your doppelgangers place as long as you’re in their dimension,”
“So you’re saying that I’ve taken my doppelgängers place until I can find a way home?” Peter asked.
“Yes,” Karen responded.
“Oh god,” Peter said, putting his hands on his head. His side suddenly flared up in pain causing Peter to grunt and kneel on the ground.
“Peter I suggest you seek medical help right away, your injury seems to be getting worse,” Karen said.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Peter gritted through his teeth. “I’m fine.”
“Oh my god, are you alright?” A new voice sounded from the front of the ally.
“I’m fine mam,” Peter said through gritted teeth. Peter made an attempt to stand up. Moving around made his side flare up more causing Peter to start to fall over only to be caught by the woman.
The woman lowered him onto the ground near the wall so he could lean up against the wall. Peter took the chance to see who was helping him and his spider eyes widened in surprise when it was none other than Pepper Potts.
“Oh god it looks bad,” Pepper commented, looking at his side. Peter too looked at his side and didn’t realize that when Captain Blaster had hit him it had also burned his side. There was a nasty gash on his side that was currently bleeding pretty badly. No wonder Pepper Potts didn’t believe him when he said he said he was fine.
“Huh, that looks a lot worse than I thought,” Peter mentioned causing Pepper to look at him incredulously.
“Are you a vigilante or something? I’m assuming you are because of the costume,” Pepper asked.
“Uh yeah something like that,” Peter replied confused.
“So you’re enhanced?” Pepper questioned. Peter had no idea why she was asking these off-topic questions but nodded his head.
“Okay I’m calling Tony, he’ll know how to help you better than I can,” Pepper said.
“Tony?” Peter asked.
“Uh right, I’m Pepper Stark, my husband Tony Stark can help you with your injury,” Pepper responded.
“That really isn’t necessary mam, I’m okay,” Peter said, attempting to get up only to be held in place by Pepper.
“Really?” Pepper said, giving Peter a stern glare. Peter sighed but remained sitting, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get far. Pepper got out her phone and clicked Peter was assuming Tony’s contact. He was unsurprised when he heard his mentor's voice pick up.
“Hey Pep! Did you forget something at home you left like 10 minutes ago,” Tony’s voice came through the phone.
“No I didn’t forget something, I found someone badly injured in an ally and I need your help,” Pepper said, looking down at Peter’s injury.
“Shouldn’t you call an ambulance then?” Tony asked.
“He’s enhanced, Tony. And his injury looks bad enough that I don’t think a hospital could help much,” Pepper responded. The questions Pepper asked about him being enhanced finally made more sense.
“Okay. I’ll come and get him and see what my med team can do. Stay with him, you're not far from the tower so I’ll come to get him with my suit,” Tony said, sounding a bit more serious.
“Okay I will,” Pepper said. With that Tony hung up. Peter rested his head against the wall. His vision started to slightly blur and his head started to hurt more.
“What’s your name?” Pepper asked, making sure Peter didn’t fall asleep.
“Spider-Man,” Peter responded. “Please don’t let them take my mask off,” Peter really didn’t want Tony and Pepper to worry if they thought he was their son.
“I won’t, I promise,” Pepper assured him. Peter breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly Iron Man landed at the front of the ally. Tony looked Peter over and his gaze stopped at Peter’s injury.
“Yeesh, wow that really does look bad. I can see why you called me,” Tony said walking over to the pair.
“I’m going to pick you up and fly you to the tower, okay?” Tony asked, looking at Peter. Peter groaned in pain but nodded.
“He doesn’t want his mask being taken off,” Pepper said sternly. Tony nodded and picked Peter up.
“I’ll make sure they won’t,” Tony said, and then flew off.
Sometime during the short trip to the tower, Peter closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.