Peter pov: Earth 616

The bell just rang when I got the the summons. I was washing my hands in the bathroom sink, I left my study hall to use the bathroom, and words started appearing on the mirror in gold lettering, all caps. 'COME TO THIS ADDRESS IMMEDIATELY MR. PARKER: 77A BLEECKER STREET, NEW YORK CITY, NY.' Honestly, at this point I wasn't even surprised by the magic lettering. I just grabbed a pen out of my back pocket and wrote the address down in the palm on my hand. Honestly, I was a little annoyed. I was going to work on upgrading my computer tonight. Mr. Stark was still giving me an... well, he called it an allowance, I called it a paycheck, we compromised and now call it's an allowance.

I shot a quick text to Aunt May, something about a job opening at a pizza shop in Greenwich Village. I had to pull a few stings (and by I, I mean, I begged Tony to pull a few strings) to have her brain wiped of the finding-out-that-I'm-spider-man incident. It was for her own safety, after Mr. Thoomes's little threat of 'I will kill you and everyone you love', I didn't want to risk my last family member being threatened because of my day job. In response to the text, I got a few emojis 'Okay' and a few more emojis. I laughed and opened my locker to grab my backpack. I had gotten more careful about where I put them, this was only my second backpack this month. I slid the bottom stack of books into the bag, figuring that even if I didn't need all of them, I'd study or something after I got back from Greenwich.

I told Ned to make up an excuse for me for missing practice, probably a bad idea. I loved the guy, but he wasn't the best with secrets or excuses. He winked at me, telling me he had this, and I knew I had another detention coming my way. I jogged out of the school, ducked the corner and stopped, debating if I should go all spideied up or just take the subway. Why not make an entrance? I grinned to myself and ran a little farther away from the school into a different alley to strip and suit up.

Within ten minutes (no traffic when you swinging on buildings), I was looking over what I once thought was a haunted building. I swung onto it's roof and scuttled onto the skylight, looking through into a vast loft filled with dusty artifacts. It looked like a museum. I didn't see anything... living though. Well, didn't see anything living until after the swirling vortex of sparks opened underneath me. I landed in a hard chair, and from the impact, my eyes were jarred out of whack... again. For a good thirty seconds all I saw was black and white bars until I got them situated.

"Can you take off the mask, Mr. Parker? I'm not a fan of them." Saided a distinguished man, a few years old than my aunt. He had his fingers steepled over his mouth and a look of judgement scribbled over his face. I hesitated to take off the mask, studying the man once more before deciding he wasn't a threat. I pulled off my mask and shook out my hair. "I never understood heros and the jump suits, it seems a little ridiculous, don't you think?" He waved his hand and an antique tea set started to work on it's own. I was a little to dumbstruck to answer. "I suppose you wouldn't, all of your versions wear them." He shook his head. "Tea?" One of the cups floated towards me, and I finally found my voice.

"I... I'm n-not much of a t-tea person." I stuttered, my eyes wide. Like I said before, not much surprised me, but this took the cake. I was sitting across from a wizard that could do wandless magic.

He sighed and waved his hand again, the tea turned into a bottle of Coke, "Not many people I have the pleasure to meet are tea drinkers, shame. Tea does a lot of good for you."

I just nodded along to it, not sure why he called me here to have tea and small talk. How the heck did he even know my name? As far as I was concerned I had never met the man before in my life. "Who the hell are you?" I blurted, lurching forward. Thankfully the bottle of Coke was still closed, otherwise I would have had one heck of a stain to explain to Mr. Stark.

"Oh, sorry, I forget, not everyone has an insight to the world." He chuckled, "My name is Dr. Strange." He paused, waiting for admiration.

I sat quiet for awhile before clearing my throat, "Oh... 'm Peter... Parker. But you already... knew... that..." I drummed one hand on my leg and clicked my tongue, looking around the room at the artifacts, "So... why am I here?" I asked slowly meeting his eyes.

Dr. Strange stood, "Yes, follow me." I don't think I had a choice because as soon as he said that our entire scene changed. Thank goodness for spidey senses and quick reflexes or I would have ended the shift on my butt. We were standing at an green orb thing supported by a silver pedestal, acrossed it in gold letters (what was it with this guy and gold?) was a simple message. 'Send help.'

Strange put his hand on top of the orb, "I got this message last night from an alternate realm, from an alternate me. This the only piece of it that came through clearly." He rotated his hand counter clockwise and a bunch of jumbled letters appeared. 'Hro oe. ord brn acs.' The lines in Strange's face deepened, "I think the other me's powers are weakened, used to only supply steadiness to his hands, so he is out of practice. The length of the message journey does no difference to signal, only the flow of magic through it as it travels. Unless the magic flow was interrupted, then that is the only explanation."

I was still stuck on his first sentence, "There are alternate universes?" I asked, dumbstruck. Apparently there was a lot to learn about the world I had now been in for two years.

"Keep up kid," Strange barely looked up at me, "I need a hero that isn't in that universe to go help fix everything, or start a chain reaction. I'll be scrying into the world's future, once the chain reaction is started, I'll pull you back through to this world and you can go on with your life."

"So, what? I wasn't born in that universe?" I asked.

"Oh, no, you were. You were just killed two years ago by these things called sentinels built by Tony Stark and Bruce Banner." Strange said in a casual manner, like it wasn't a bad thing I was killed.

"So, lemme see if I have this straight. I go," I pointed at the orb, "to wherever this came from. Kick some butt, change a few minds, and be back... when? In a couple months? I don't think I told you this, but I need to be home by dinner, my legal guardian thinks I'm at a job interview, not a interuniverse mission interview." I shook my head, "Thanks but no thanks." I turned around and began to walk away.

I didn't get very far.

I took two steps and the scene shifted so I was walking towards Mr. Magic, "You'll be home before dinner. You'll be home before the hour has passed. When you travel through dimensions, no time passes." Doc sighed at my expression, "Have you ever watched or read Narnia? It's like that. Now, are you a hero or not? Put on your big boy tights and help me make an interdimensional portal to get you to Earth-6420."

I didn't have room to say no, or at least not any admirable room to say no. So I helped the guy, got him his supplied, loaned him some of my hair. He called me a good little assistant. While he worked on the spell he explained something that was called the multiverse. There was our universe, Earth-616. There was the one I was about to enter, Earth-64200. There were a lot of others as well: Earth-1218, where we never existed. Earth-1602, where Killgrave ruled. Earth-2149 where we were nothing but Zombies. And hundreds of others.

After a while of talking, Strange finally ushered me to the portal, this was surrounded by another glowing spark ring. Through it was a dingy world below me, empty streets, only dime street lights giving me any access of sight, and don't get me started at the smell. While I was looking over the edge, Strange's cloak pushed me through. I guess I was taking to long for it. I fell for a few seconds before I was able to swing and catch myself on the side of the building, just in time to watch my way home close.