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It was a normal day in New York City. Peter Parker, the resident friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, was doing his normal patrol before stopping on a rooftop to enjoy a sandwich he picked up after school. Pulling up his mask just slightly, Peter munched along happily while checking his phone. He answered a few messages before sending one to his friend, and essentially adopted older sister, (y/n). She was out on a mission with Bucky and Nat, something about needing the stealth team, and was sending him updates of goofy things she caught Bucky and Nat doing. He was so engrossed in his phone that he almost didn’t hear the oof of someone falling onto the roof behind him. Peter scrambled to his feet and pulled his mask down, turning quickly to see what happened. He saw a yellow portal fade away and someone else on the ceiling.
“Hey, dude, are you alright? How did you even get up here?” There’s simply a groan from the person in front of him, and he looks familiar but Peter can’t figure out why. That was, at least, until the man raised their head. “Where am I…?” “HOLY SHIT you’re Obi-Wan Kenobi!” The Jedi Master looked up at him with a dazed expression, still out of it from whatever he had just gone through. “And you’re...a red spider person…?” K.A.R.E.N.’s voice came through Peter’s mask. “A quick bio-scan shows that Master Kenobi has suffered from a concussion and multiple injuries. Mr. Stark is on his way.” “Thank you K.A.R.E.N., here, let me help you up sir.”
Kenobi could barely register the world around him, and it wasn’t made any better when he felt himself being lifted up. The sun (or was it suns? He couldn’t tell) wasn’t as bright as he initially thought, so it wasn’t that bad when looking up from the ground. “Thank you...You know who I am?” There’s an awkward chuckle from the man, no, boy, helping him up. “A lot of people do sir. It’ll be easier to explain once my friend gets here.”
As if on cue, an iron suit lands loudly on the roof next to them, startling the Jedi Master. “Okay kid what is it that you called me fo-...is that fucking Obi-Wan Kenobi?” “Yeah, I think so.” “...F.R.I.D.A.Y. call Stephen and have him meet us at the tower.” “Yes Mr. Stark.” “Hey buddy,” Kenobi lifted his head, correctly assuming he meant him, “just do me a favor and don’t force crush me when we’re flying, okay?” “Alright.”
Kenobi was convinced the universe hated him. There was no other logical explanation for his life. First his master dies, then his close friend and clone commander turned on him, then the man he considered his brother caused the downfall of the Jedi, then he had to KILL said friend, then he watched his friend’s wife die in front of him after giving birth, and now he’s on some unknown planet after falling through some bullshit portal. The kid, who came to learn was named Peter, was more than happy to sit with him while Tony helped assess the injuries he sustained. He kept talking to him about the planet he was on, Earth, and how there...wasn’t space travel? “So...there’s just this planet?” “Well yeah, but we can visit a few others, like Asgard.” The confusion on his face must have been evident, and Peter turned to Tony. “The kid’s right, we have a demigod who can travel there and back whenever he pleases. You’d like him.”
Obi-Wan just sits there bewildered while listening to Dr.Strange, Peter and Tony discuss eldritch magic and quantum mechanics. This was all out of his level of expertise. The sorcerer turned to face him, stress apparent on his face. “What’s the last thing you remember before ending up here?” Kenobi takes a second to compose himself, “I was dealing with a Sith Inquisitor, and once they fell I got sucked into this weird wormhole thing.” “Did it look like this?” Strange made a small portal, and looking through it Kenobi could see a nice clearing of forests and a lake. “Not quite. It was neon yellow, not that color amber.” Strange nodded slowly before turning to Tony, mumbling something about needing to check some books at the Sanctum, before just disappearing through a portal.
Tony turned towards Obi-Wan and gave him a small smile. “So, we’ve got a lot to catch you up on.” Kenobi nods, and notices Peter rushing to grab some sort of handheld device. After about an hour of the two explaining that his entire life was being shown as part of a movie series, and that he’s from a fictional universe, the General just...sat there, processing. “...Mr. Stark, did we break him..?” “We...we might have kid. Also, you’re gonna be the one to break it to (y/n).” “What?! Why?” “Cause I’m going to be busy as hell figuring this all out, and you and her are basically inseparable. Now, General, let’s get you some modern clothes so you can not stick out like a sore thumb.”
Kenobi sat there for another moment, silently wishing that the Inquisitor had just killed him cause what the actual fuck was happening, before sighing. “..Alright.”