~Y/n pov~

Peter (1) dropped some stuff on the table and they all began chatting about cures.

"What happened exactly for all of us to arrive here?" I asked Peter (1) as they all picked spots in the lab to start making cures.

"This spell went wrong so everyone who knows Peter Parker in other universes are getting dragged in." He explained briefly.

So at least Scream wasn't dragged here then if that's the case. But how exactly did I get here?

I sat on the table in the middle.

Peter (2) occupied the other side of the table as he fiddled around with chemicals.

Ned rolled to us on a chair and stopped beside us.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"So, so you have a best friend too?"

The question also caught Peter's (3) attention as he was working nearby.

"I did."

"What do you mean did?" Ned asked worriedly.

"He died in my arms after he tried to kill me. It was heartbreaking." Peter (2) stated with almost no emotion.

Ned was silent as he walked away back over to his Peter.

"Can you run a diagnostic?" Peter (1) asked Ned.

Ned did as he was told and just walked away.

Peter (3) came over and leaned over me to get to a cupboard.

I felt my cheeks heating up as he leant over me.

He grabbed the chemical he was looking for and closed the cupboard.

Peter (3) glanced down at me for a second before smirking and poking my blushing cheek.

He then walked off without saying a single word.

"Peter." Ned called.

"Yeah." They all responded.

"We're all called Peter."

"Peter Parker."

"Same name."

"The computer." Ned sighed.

"Oh!" Peter (1) rushed over to the computer and checked it.

"I'm done."

"Yeah me too."

"Now all we need to do it try to cure them while they try to kill us and then send them home." Peter (3) stated like it was simple.

I hopped off the table and joined them all around the front table.

"That's the plan." Peter (1) agreed.

Peter (3) turned to Peter (2), "So wait... are you gonna go into battle dressed as a cool youth pastor?"

I was internally laughing when I heard his question.

Peter (2) pulled down his shirt to show he had his suit underneath.

"Here's your cartridges." Ned passed them to Peter (1).

"What's that for?" Peter (2) asked.

"It's for my web fluid."

Peter (2) shot out a web straight from his wrist.

"That came out of you." Ned gaped at him in awe.

"Yeah, you can't do that?" Peter (2) asked in a confused tone.

"No."

"How on earth.." Peter (3) started but Peter (1) cut him off.

"We're getting sidetracked. Let's go somewhere isolated so no one gets hurts."

~*~

We had made our way to the Statue of Liberty and Peter (1) was recording and live-streaming a video so the villains would come to us.

"You know, Max was like the sweetest guy ever before he fell into a pit of electric eels." Peter (3) commented.

Peter (2) shook his head, "That'll do it."

I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

Peter (2) started leaning back against the scaffolding.

I stared out and noticed Peter (1) filming the video.

Peter (3) laughed at Peter's (2) weird position, "Are you okay?"

"My back.. it's kinda stiff."

"Oh yeah. Me too. Want me to crack it?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

I watched with an amused smile as Peter (3) grabbed Peter (2) by the waist and helped him crack his back.

"That's good. Thanks." Peter (2) sighed in relief.

Peter (3) chuckled, "Right?"

They both turned when they realised I was staring.

"What?"

"Nothing weirdos." I laughed as I leant against the scaffolding and used it as a makeshift chair.

Peter (3) sat down beside me.

"So you make your own web fluid with your body?" Peter (3) asked with a slightly amazed, slightly disgusted expression.

Peter (2) gave him an amused smile, "I'd rather not talk about it."

"No... I didn't..."

"Are you teasing me?"

Peter (1) butted into the conversation, "No he's not teasing you, just we can't do that. So naturally we're curious to how you do that."

"If it's personal I don't wanna pry. I just think it's cool." Peter (3) added.

"I'd tell you but I don't do it, like I don't do breathing. It just happens." Peter (2) explained.

"Does it just come out of your wrists or.." Peter (1) trailed off.

I choked on my saliva and tried not to laugh.

Peter (3) chuckled from beside me and patted my back.

His hand arm stayed around my waist as he rubbed my back soothingly every now and then.

"Only the wrists."

"Have you ever had a web block? Because I run out of webs all the time." Peter (3) kept the conversation going.

"I did actually. Y'know existisitential crisis stuff." Peter (2) replied casually.

Peter (3) scoffed, "Don't get me started on that."

"What are the craziest villains you've fought?" Peter's (1) voice echoed as he was stood above us.

I thought about the question for a few moments.

"There was a God and an alien." I stated.

"I've fought an alien too." Peter (2) laughed, "He was made out of black goo."

"I fought an alien too. In earth and in space." Peter (1) responded enthusiastically.

"I wanna fight an alien." Peter (3) huffed.

"You fought an alien in space?" Peter (2) was trying to get his head around it, "And you've fought a God."

"Yup. He wasn't all there." I laughed at the memory.

"I'm lame." Peter (3) sighed, "I fought a Russian guy..."

"Can we rewind it back to the 'I'm lame' part because you are not lame." Peter (2) started.

I laughed as they started complimenting each other.

There was a loud rumbling noise.

"Can you feel that?" Peter (1) asked.

"They're here." I sighed and slipped my mask on.

~*~

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A/n the end is near lol. I hope you're enjoying.