[ New York City ]

School had finished, so he asked his guards if he could walk around New York for awhile. After some masterful persuading, they agreed—but he needed to have an ankle monitor on him and was not allowed to leave the island. If he did, it would have been an automatic sentence.

Since he knew where he was going, he didn't need E.D.I.T.H. He was going to the Sanctum Sanctorum. If there was something impossible to fix, then the "Sorcerer Supreme" was surely the best person to ask help from.

Crossing the street, Peter had reached the footsteps of the Sanctum. It looked to be in better condition than the last time he had swung by—but that was only on the outside. Who knew what was in the inside.

—But there was no more time to think. It was time.

Knocking on the door of the Sanctum, there was no sound coming from the inside. Before he could press his fingers on the door, it suddenly opened. Stumbling in, the Sanctum's interior was nothing like the outside weather. It was an eternal winter. There was a breeze of snow that hit his face when he went in.

The first thing he saw was the waving cape standing on top of the stairs. He was expecting an even more elegant and formal outfit for the Sorcerer Supreme. At a much closer glance, he was only wearing a thick trench coat and a white t-shirt.

—This is the Sorcerer Supreme?

"Welcome to the Sanctum Sanctorum. Who goes there?"

"Holy sh—" Peter was looking around, taking in the environment. He was so close to letting out pop culture references. "Oh, um... it is I? Peter Parker."

The warmly-comforted Strange lowered himself to the ground, walking down the stairs. He then summoned a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Oh, c'mon. You know I'm just messing with you." He amusingly chuckled, walking to the right of the stairs.

"Oh, well, it's real nice to meet you again. I know it's been a while—"

"It really has. When was the last time we saw each other?"

"Um..." Peter looked to the ground, "the funeral."

Strange slightly closed his eyes, trying to block the thought in his mind. Instead, he looked up and continued, "So, Peter. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He glanced to the side, "Phil, you could leave that tile snowed, it's fine."

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, sir..."

"Oh, don't mind! We're just taking advantage of the weather." Strange began conducting a spell near the fireplace, "And please, we saved half the universe together; I think we're beyond you calling me 'sir.'"

"Alright..." Peter clasped his hands together at the sudden bulb that sparked on his head, "Stephen."

Strange left his jaw open, pondering on his suggestion. He then raised his cup after a moment, "That feels weird, but I'll allow it. So, what do you need? You've must've come here for a reason?"

"Well, do you remember what happened with me? With my identity?"

"Oh, yeah... that thing two months ago? What about it?"

"Well, when Mysterio revealed my identity, my entire life got screwed up. I was wondering if maybe you could make it so that he never did?"

"So, basically, a make-everyone-forget type of spell?"

"Strange!" Everyone was startled by the sudden voice appearing to their side. It was Wong—who now had hair and a winter coat on—reprimanding Strange again. "Don't cast that spell. It's too dangerous!"

Peter was looking at him weirdly, "Um, Mr. Wong, what's with the get-up?" Then he saw the bags beside him. "And with the luggage?"

"Money," He bluntly and non-embarrassingly said. He wasn't even hiding. "We need to pay rent this month that the almighty Sorcerer Supreme doesn't have."

"Wha—we are not in debt right now." Strange felt offended.

"Oh, we very much are." He continued his bluntness. "That's why I'm going to Madripoor. I heard that the cage fighting there offered a significant amount of money. Might as well, no?"

"I guess that makes sense." Peter nodded.

"That's why you cannot cast that spell, Strange. Who knows what you might do?!"

"I've studied almost all the books in the library upstairs for the past year and a half. Ever since Thanos came, I've become much stronger than him—maybe even more powerful than he ever was with the stones. You know that—"

"NO!"

Strange tilted his head at him annoyingly. He very evidently wanted to do it, but was being told off again. Peter was feeling a bit of tension between them, so he stepped back a little.

"Fine..." Strange sassily looked at him. "I won't."

Wong nodded in agreement. Taking a last look at Peter and Strange, he carried his luggage into a portal and was off. Once the portal closed, Peter and Strange looked at each other once more.

"Come on, follow me."

A door opened under the stairs. Waving his hands and using magic, his clothes changed into his normal robes. Peter followed Strange, who had started making preparations for the spell.

"Um, where are we going, Stephen?"

"To a dungeon underneath this Sanctum. It's the most suitable place to perform a spell to this kind of magnitude." He began creating portals to grab books as they went down. "For this spell, of this magnitude... Hm... Ah, I need you to be in the circle."

"Me?"

"Yes; the person who wishes for the spell must be within the perimeter with the one conjuring the spell." Strange explained. "Just follow my lead."

"O—okay."

They entered—as said by Strange earlier—the dungeon underneath the New York Sanctum. It was a very unclean and hideous room. It even had ruins that were not cleaned from before. The place even looked like a danger hazard, as four pillars were the strongest points holding up the room.

Peter felt uneasy, but trusted what Strange was doing.

He looked around a bit more. There were relics scattered around the room. Many books and ancient were left untouched. It seemed to him that the place hadn't been used in a while.

There was a floating altar in the middle of the room, with a hole in it. Conjuring a glass that contained a golden liquid inside, Strange poured it into the altar hole as he lifted it upwards.

Peter looked at it—amazed.

"What?" Strange questioned, making sure none of its contents was wasted.

"I—I'm just... trying not to make a pop culture reference right now." Peter admitted.

He squinted, "That'd be appreciated."

Strange continued to prepare the spell. Once he poured all of it in, he pushed the floating altar, making it slowly spin in a circular motion. Sitting and floating in the air, Strange closed his eyes to make sure that everything was correct.

—It was.

"Alright, Peter." Strange looked to him. "Are you ready?"

Peter smiled. This was it. The two months of stress, anxiety, sadness, rage, and a lot more, was about to end. Everything was going to be gone. He was going to go back to his normal life with MJ and everyone else and his life as Spider-Man. This was going to be a blessing.

"Ye—yeah. I'm ready."

—And thus, this was the moment it started.

This was the moment that the Multiverse crumbled on Earth-199999.