Secrets ↠ Peter Parker

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(Y/N POV)

I'm still breathing.

"I was supposed to die?"

I shuddered, a chill running up and down my spine. Hearing those words made me feel so empty, like a ghost. I was supposed to be one, after all.

"The original destiny written for you, was to get lost in the quantum realm."

"Excuse me? Written?"

"Yes, but that's not something you should know about."

"Then why'd you bring it up?"

"Because it's something you'll need to know in the future."

"Okay, but get this straight," I said, taking a step forward, "why was I supposed to get lost? Aren't I lost right now?"

"No, you're not lost. Once I tell you what you need to know, you'll be back in your world."

"But why?"

Stan smiled, and set down his duster again. He paused, looking at the door for a while, before raising an eyebrow.

"I have a little while before they realize how to get you back," he said, "listen carefully, I won't repeat myself."

I was confused beyond belief, but I knew he didn't have enough time to answer all of my questions.

"You are a secondary character," he said, "to an even bigger story. Peter Parker, I know you two are close, is the person your story revolves around. Everything you did impacted his story."

My eyelids drooped, as I listened to what he was saying. So my life only held importance when it was tied to Peter? Is that why I couldn't stop thinking about him?

Was I worthless without him?

"That was until you saved his life," stan continued, "by saving one, you kill another. You brought him back to life, and killed yourself."

"But I'm still alive! None of this makes sens-"

"Not everything is literal in this universe. You killed that version of yourself. You started your own story, one different from Peter Parker. But in doing so, you created an entirely different universe."

"What do you expect me to do?"

"There's something strange about watchers, something you'll learn about later, but we need you to do something first."

"What?"

"You need to take the place of Tony Stark."

"No," I said, "there's no way. I only did it once, and it ended up costing someone's life. For the time being at least."

"I didn't say you needed to do it forever," he explained, "think of it as a rising action."

"You're losing me, I don't get any of this. What's rising action?"

"You'll figure it out," he said, "you're still in the exposition at the moment."

What was going on? The only thing I could relate to those terms were plot lines. When writing a book, you'd need an exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, and then a resolution. But I wasn't in a book, was I?

"I'm afraid time has run out," he sighed, "I'll be seeing you shortly."

"Shortly?"

"Oh, I'll be sticking around for a while."

"But wait-"

I didn't have a chance to say anything, before the man disappeared. Suddenly, I did too.

*******

My back ached, and I opened my eyes.

I was lying on my bed, staring up at the blank ceiling of my room. Voices surrounded me, all of them familiar. I was constantly finding myself passed out in different places.

"Peter, you're being insane."

"She was in another universe!"

"Then why did we find her sleeping in her room?"

"I don't know! I just know she wasn't here before!"

The two voices didn't seem to realize I had awoken. I sat up slowly, clearing my throat.

"Peters right," I said, "I was in another universe."