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Shit had hit the fan fast, all because Peter was such a fucking idiot! He had trusted the wrong person entirely. Now Peters universe is falling apart.
„They’re here because of you.“
Doctor strange said, he was beyond stressed. Since Peter could hear his heartbeat clearly, you couldn't hide much from Peter due to his powers. Then Peter thought for a moment, breathing heavily.
„Wh-What if everyone forgot who I was?“
It came out steadier than Peter thought, surprisingly.
„What?“
The Doctor sounded exasperated.
„They’re coming here because of me, right? Because I'm Peter Parker? So, cast a new spell, but this time make everyone forget who Peter Parker is, make everyone forget.. me.“
„No-“
„But it would work right?“
„Thats the problem it might not be enough, but you gotta understand if it works that everyone you know and love, we won’t remember you. We’d have no memory of you. It’d be as if you never existed. “
„And if its not enough?“
„I’d have to send you to a universe where no Peter Parker nor Spider-man exists, I would only be able to do that after erasing every single memory of you.“
…
„Do it.“
„But-„
„Do it, Please. This is my fault. Id rather be stuck in a different universe than destroy my own.“
„Alright.“
„Ill see you around.“
Doctor strange opened a portal for Peter.
„So long kid.“
Peter went up to the portal.
„Thank you for everything sir.“
„Please call me Stephen.“
„Thank you Stephen.“
Peter said tears collecting in his eyes, flashing doctor str- Stephen one last soft smile before stepping through.
…
So, Peter had lived through so much but this might be what kills him. Multiversal travel is not a joke. It felt like the snap all over again, with the added pain of being burned alive. After a few seconds of that excruciating pain, he felt the pain lessen at least a little bit, before he realized he was indeed falling. So next question, why in the hell was he falling? His pain was still there, he was feeling lightheaded and exhausted. Just before he fell into unconsciousness he thought
„Why was I falling again?“
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Gotham was a city that reeked of Despair and death. Most people living there were armed with at least three things, the people there were, and are dangerous. Still a day like this was a normal Wednesday, even tough the joker normally attacked on a Monday- more inconvenient.
The week was not going well for Gotham or the Wayne family or otherwise the Batfamily. Either way it was not going well. There was a massive Arkham breakout, the joker, two face, scarecrow and bane were out on the streets again, all at once. Even though nothing major had happened yet, the keyword being yet. All of them had escaped on a Monday it was Wednesday now, so they still had a little over half a week before the next began.
Joker obviously chose a Wednesday to plant bombs around the city, and take hostages at the docks. The batfamily wouldn’t need outside reinforcements. Probably. They would only need extra reinforcements if the breakout crew worked together, which was not the case as far as they knew.
Bruce had called every available member of the Batfamily to the cave. They still probably wont need other reinforcements. Hopefully.
Joker was in a warehouse near at Gotham docks, he had an unknown amount of hostages and an unknown amount of support. Red Robin and signal turned in early in the night since signal had been hit with a fear gas, which they don’t have the antidote for yet. Red Robin was currently working to get a antidote that worked and didn’t kill signal or something, agent-A was taking care of both of them. Nightwing was with robin disarming bombs around the city, whilst oracle guided them. Meanwhile Spoiler went around in the streets telling -mostly kids or teenagers- to go home or where they could stay the night safely, because of the breakout the streets were much unsafer at night. That left Batman to deal with joker himself. His backup would probably arrive in time, if he needed it.
„Batman, whats the situation with joker?“ Oracle asked over the comms
Batman was currently hiding in the shadows, properly analyzing the situation.
„8 hostages in two groups of 4, on opposite ends of the room. Joker in the middle flanked by two henchmen.“
„Alright, you want back up?“
„No, but keep it available.“
„nightwing and spoiler will be able to be there at a moments notice.“
„Hn“
„you can just say thanks.“
She was on a roof when that crashing sound came, something landed in the alleyway behind her. Spoiler turned around and saw a teenager on the ground, not looking too well.
„Oracle?“
„yes?“
„Do you thin-„
Spoiler was cut off by a explosion behind her, she quickly ducked behind a air vent, so she wouldn’t be hit with flying debris.
„Oracle? Where was that explosion?“
„In city hall district, a old warehouse on 45th to 50th, try to evacuate civilians and minimize damage, report after, I’ll send back up if needed.“
„Im going!“
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Peter slowly regained consciousness, so first of all he wasn’t in new York anymore. This city reeked of everything bad and made his spidey senses go-somehow- more haywire. He could hear at least four muggings, multiple people being kidnapped of shot and so- so much more. He could smell the gunpowder of the guns being shot. He could also smell that distinct coppery metallic smell that would always leave a weird taste in his mouth. Blood. He tried to pry open his eyes, and it somehow worked. Immediately he was assaulted with so- so much noise, presumably a bomb went off. his head was reeling he had closed his eyes again, when the bomb went off.
Why was that again? The memories slowly came back, mr stark died a few years back, he’d met beck, his identity reveal, the multiverse-
Oh
Oh.
Peters eyes pricked with tears at the memory. Technically he’d hadn’t had anything to lose at this point in time, this wasn’t his universe. His own universe had forgotten him. So he had two choices now.
Either he was going to just die, basically or he could get up in this universe and get back on his feet. He could maybe even revive his spider-man persona.
He went with the latter choice.
Peter had taken a few minutes before the ringing in his ears had mostly subsided and sat up. His head was pounding, still he knew he technically had to open his eyes, if he wanted to follow through with his plan of staying alive. He slowly opens his eyes. It was dark, he was so- so grateful that it was dark. Now Peter could actually see stuff. He took in his surroundings, he was in an alleyway he could not tell where, he could tell tough that this city was basically New York on 10 different drugs and 12 stab wounds or gunshot wounds.
Everything was just too loud.
His spidey sense was still on full alert, screaming
danger…Danger..DANger..DANGER-DA-DANGERDANGERDANGERDANGER!!!!!
Next question: why the hell was it so loud?
Peter slowly stood up bracing himself on the wall behind him, his vision still blurry. He waited a few moments before his vision cleared a little bit. Peter stumbled out the alleyway, all he found was empty streets. Not one person in sight.
Okay- wierd.
Peter stumbled along buildings taking occasional breaks as not to pass out, he took a sightly longer break at the Gotham..? Library. It was probably a little bit safer there than in a alleyway. After a while he suddenly heard obnoxious laughter, the worst kind that makes your head feel like its splitting open.
Goddammit- cant he just shut the fuck up? I may not be to keen on dying but id rather get turned to dust again than listen to him for longer.
Peter stumbled in the direction of the laughter, as much as he hated that voice, he could technically hear it for miles. So getting rid of the source would be easier. As he stumbled his adrenaline was starting to wear off, not much but enough to make the pain in his right calf, abdomen and ribs very apparent. The laughter got louder so Peter knew he was getting close, when he would be there he’d just have to remember to pull his punch, otherwise if -that obnoxious laughing that apparently came from a -relatively- normal human- he would not pull his push or maybe even punches -which was very unlikely- could take that guys jaw clean off, or punch a hole through him. He’d rather not have that happen.
Soon Peter was in-front of the building where the laughter was coming from, though that guy had stopped laughing and started talking about how „he’ll kill every single person in the room if he even tries to fight him“ so, another question
Who the hell was that guy even talking to?
It definitely wasn’t Peter.
He continued to listen in on them, so the hostages wouldn’t y’know die. Peter could hear their heartbeats, 8 people in two groups of 4, tied together. Two henchmen and that obnoxious laughter guy. Also there was another guy, his heartbeat was slower than the others, he was also standing further away from them, maybe a hero or a vigilante.
Peter still had plenty of web fluid, so his best bet was to web up those bad guys before they even had the chance to react, so he went with the stealthy route.