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It had been about 3 months since Strange casted the spell nobody knew who Peter Parker was.
He was...tired to say the least. But he loved ones were safe. He got a small little apartment.
But...Peter was so lonely. So tired and sad. Nobody remembered him. Most nights he spent patrolling.
But no matter what he did the hole inside his heart was never filled. So to put it short, he was lonely. He had no friends.
Peter spent a lot of time crying. But...his friends and loved ones were safe. At least he could still visit his parents graves...he would sometimes visit his Uncle Ben and Aunt Mays graves as well.
One night however...he was battling off some robots in Queens and he saw the Avengers helping. He was a little emotional but he kept his head in the battle. Eventually the battle was wrapped up and Peter went back home.
The endless hours at work, plus Spider-Man and studying? He was exhausted and he had learned to keep his emotions at bay.
He knew he could never return to his old life. But he didn't want to accept it.