Spider-Man: Homeless

Peter Three

Something was wrong.

Something was very, very wrong.

He'd felt the magic enter inside of him. It had felt weird. Wrong, even.

But nothing like when the magic had shattered. Something had snapped. Burst. His Spider-Sense had come roaring back, almost as if it had been subdued before. 

He'd panicked.

And then he hadn't been in Strange's office anymore. He opened his eyes and found himself in an alley.

The same alley, in fact, that he'd found himself in several weeks ago when he'd woken up in another universe. 

Strange's office was nowhere to be found.

Neither was Strange.

Whatever doorway that had taken him here was gone, but that didn't mean that the multiverse was closed. Not in the slightest. He could feel everything around him, and his senses were all warning him the same thing:

Reality was broken. He didn't have very much time to fix it.

Everything felt unstable.

He pulled himself to his feet, wishing he had more on him than just his gray stealth suit. It worked just fine, but it wasn't intended for quite the same combat he'd faced last time he was here.

And if they had to close the multiverse again, he didn't doubt that he'd have to face it all again.

But Peter -the other one- had plenty of equipment. If he needed to update his suit, he could.

He just had to find him.

And Strange.

Before it was too late.

This new spell didn't seem like it had pulled the same sort of... things that the last spell had. If it was simply a mistake on Strange's part... it could be resealed, and not with as much chaos as the last situation had caused. 

But again, he sensed that this ran deeper.

He didn't understand magic. Not in the slightest. Which meant that a great deal of this was out of his control.

He hated that. Especially because this was all his fault.

He should've known that it was too good to be true. That dangerous magic couldn't fix his shattered life. Not that easily. 

If he hadn't agreed to help Strange, whatever magical explosion that occurred wouldn't have happened.

And now he was alone. He didn't have any way to fix what he'd caused. 

But he'd do what he could. He had to. He'd fight to the bitter end, because all that mattered now was fixing his mistakes. 

For everyone he'd failed.