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Peter dreamt about a lot of things.
His parents were vague memories. Sometimes he doesn’t even remember his mom’s voice. His dad’s voice and touch have a new layer of familiarity to them.
Uncle Ben often pops up in his dreams among the holidays. Peter gets his accent confused now. New York and New Jersey accents blending into one or coloring the wrong version of his uncle.
Mr. Stark is pretty distinct. It’s funny to think about not knowing Mr. Stark. He still remembered him in the other life. He had a great clarity to him. Peter wonders if it’s because he was the last person he saw as he died.
Aunt May was often present. His second mother was always loving and warm. She never accused him or blamed him of anything. Aunt May always meant good dreams.
Since his return Peter’s dreams are littered with an array of senses and memories that he should have forgotten as he grew up. Peter can’t remember being a baby as Peter Parker. He has pretty good memories as John Peter.
He likes the dreams where his dad and Wayne family hold him. Babies really couldn’t see. Peter‘s earliest memories of his family are as blobs. He mostly remembers their voices, smell and touch.
If not for the vividness of them Peter could have believed it all a lie. A post-death dream but his body had disappeared when he died. No one else talked about other lives. Being reborn.
Peter didn’t think he was the only one. Maybe he was the only one who remembered though. Maybe being so close to the stones when It happened let him remember.
Peter hadn’t wanted to leave Gotham. He had been happy. Although he had missed May. How he had missed May.
Sometimes he had felt like an imposter in the family. Peter Parker in place of John Peter Grayson. Peter thinks his dad noticed but never made him feel bad about it.
After coming back Peter fell into the life of Peter Parker pretty easily. He had more time as Parker than Grayson. He remembered that easily in his older body. His powers.
Peter had a weird feeling about his powers.
His other body didn’t have powers. Uncle Duke did. He stopped using his powers in front of Peter as Peter got older. Peter was fairly certain his uncle was a hero. Maybe Peter needed to be bitten by a spider again?
(Or would have.
He was Peter Benjamin again not John Peter.
Sometimes it was hard to distinguish who he was.)
Ned and MJ hadn’t been reborn or remembered anything between dying and being resurrected. Peter didn’t tell them anything. He didn’t want to make them feel awkward.
The other heroes had promised to stay in touch with him. Peter quickly found out they were busy getting their lives together. Of course Mr. Stark was also mourned.
All Peter really had was May.
May supported him in everything.
There’d been a reason May had stuck with him so much.
May was awesome.
She listened to him talk about his dad and how Uncle Ben was called Jason and younger than dad. How his grandpa was her age. How his great-grandpa dressed like a butler a lot. Duke. Cass. Damian. Tim.
She made sure he didn’t forget his other family.
Some days it was hard to remember his other family wasn’t there. He’d call for his Dad a lot. Grandpa B was also frequently called. Just like May’s name had been on the tip of his tongue.
Some days it was really easy to remember he was Peter Parker.
It was really easy to remember he was Peter Parker.
Peter Parker had only had Aunt May.
Peter Parker had Parker Luck.
It was really easy to remember he was Peter Parker with Mysterio and the news and harassment.
It was really easy to remember he was Peter Parker with his aunt dead in his arms.
Peter Parker had only had his aunt.
Now Peter Parker had no one.