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It still didn’t feel real to Peter. Different universes? Others like him?? A whole multiverse? He swears if he hadn't met the other Peter's/Spider-Man's like him, he would have gone insane. Although, in his opinion, Peter felt that his life had been insane ever since he lost....her.
He remembered growing up on stories of soulmates, that once you met them, the world was bright with their aura and the halves of marks you are born with become whole like your soul. The mark that still remained incomplete on his arm mocked him. Of his being alone. Of not being able to save Gwen. Reliving that horrid night again, seeing her face and that of the other Peter’s love. He remembered his words about not growing bitter, Gwen’s words an echo in his head. But…still, it was a hollow pain in his chest.
Today, that all changed for the better. Peter tried to take some of his own advice and at least try to make sense of a new life for himself. Shuffling between his new photography job and being the "friendly neighborhood Spider-Man", it kept the mind busy and at least it served as an excuse for him to not constantly torture himself. His heart yearned, but all of that was set to change one night.
Rushing to catch his early work shift, Peter made his regular coffee stop to make up for the red eye super hero from the night before. As soon as he walked out the door, you entered in at the same time. Though you yourself had a slew of bad past relationships before, you still looked upon your mark with some semblance of hope, wanting to find your other half.
When you both collided into each other, it was a kaleidoscope of every emotion possibly known. Your grey vision was awakened with every color known to man. Feeling the energy surge on your arm, you looked down to see the mark now whole. The young man who had just bumped into you felt it as well.
Peter could feel his eyes starting to sting with unshed tears as the color returned to his vision. With shaky breaths, he looked down at his arm marking, now whole. He instantly turned his head back in your direction, hoping it wasn’t a moment too soon before he lost sight of you.
Seeing your eyes wide with anticipation and longing, he knew he found what he had been yearning for. Both versions of him had found their hearts in their lifetime, and now he was given the privilege of that second chance. His love, his life, his MJ.