Peter

It had been well over a few hours since Peter had been swept into an odd place. The place he knew well, and yet it still wasn't his place.

He tried to call Aunt May, or MJ, but the ones that answered him weren't his MJ, or his Aunt May. They sounded much younger.

He was still in his Spider-Suit, and when he walked out, people started to yell at him. He figured out why pretty fast.

He was in a completely different universe. A universe where the Spider-Man here had killed someone.

Everything seemed to happen fairly fast. He met the MJ that he called, which looked nowhere near the MJ in his universe. A boy named Ned. And another Peter Parker that didn't look like the Peter Parker on the screen.

That meet you was chaotic, to say the least.

He met the Peter from that universe, and then his Aunt May was... well.. she didn't live very long after they met.

Electro and Curtis Connor's was there, which shocked Peter since he had been killed a while ago. Guess messing with the time line does that.

Then there were three villains from the older Peter's universe, yet Green Goblin and Doctor Octavius  were dead. Time-line mess up again.

The only problem now, was that Peter refused to let some of them return to their universe's because they would die. And this Doctor Strange guy went on about how if any of them stayed longer something bad could happen.

Like the villains teaming up to kill them all. Typical villain things, you know?

At some point, they brought up relationships, and the older Peter mentioned something about his MJ, which ended up reminding Peter of Gwen, and then his MJ, who was probably questioning where he was.

"There's an MJ in my universe." Peter 3 started, clearing his throat. "She just moved into the apartment across from me a month ago. It's hard, Y'know? When you want to be with someone, but you're so afraid you'll lose them. Gwen.. she got so caught up with wanting to be apart of both of my lives that.. it— it killed her." Peter 2 placed a comforting hand on Peter as he fought back more tears.

"Guys like us... we can't live the life we want, with the people we want without putting them in danger. It's tough but... it's the hero life." Peter 2 sighed as the youngest Peter nodded slowly. He wanted to live his dual life, but it really went to show that he couldn't without putting his friends.. and his family, in danger.

Hours seemed to have past, and they did. Peter got his redemption. The redemption he needed. Saving Peter 1's MJ when he couldn't.

It was what he needed. To know that another Peter Parker, another Spider-Man, would get to live with the one he loves.

The pain that Peter had gone through in such a short amount of time. It was far worse than what this Peter had gone through. He had just lost his Uncle Ben and Gwen. But this universe's Peter.. he was going to lose everyone.

Listening to Peter say he made the choice of having everyone forget he existed. It was a pain the other two of the three couldn't think of. Couldn't imagine.

Having the whole world forget Peter Parker existed? He wouldn't have any identification to prove who he was. He'd have to restart his life, alone.

Peter looked over to Peter 1's friends, a pain in his heart pulling as he watched them say goodbye to each other. He let go of Peter 2, slowly waving goodbye as he watched him disappear in a cloud of gold, before feeling his body being pulled up into an abyss.

And when he came to, he couldn't remember a single thing.

He would never remember meeting the other Peter's, the one with so much experience, and the one with so little. A Peter that had lived his dual life for so long, and a Peter that lived his dual life for only a few years.

He'd never remember meeting a guy that could turn to sand, or a younger Aunt May, or watching the youngest Peter attempt to kill the man responsible for his aunt's death.

He'd never remember.

And that's why his excuse for disappearing would be the worst.

MJ

There was an odd noise that came from Peter's apartment as she entered the hallway, a confused yet relieved look spreading across her face as she walked over, knocking on the door.

"Peter? Are you in there?"

There was scrambling, then a loud thump and MJ attempted to open the door, but it was either locked or jammed.

The door then swung open, Peter's wide eyes staring down at hers. "Jesus Christ where have you been?! It's been two days and no one has seen or heard from you! I tried calling and it went straight to voicemail, and the texts didn't even send through I thought you blocked me!"

"I'm sorry, MJ. I'm sorry I Uh... I don't even know where I've been."

"Did you get kidnapped or something I mean what the hell happened?" My looked at Peter ip and down, expecting to see something out of the ordinary, but there was nothing. "You missed two days of work, Peter."

"I know. I know I did I um... god I can't even come up with a lame excuse." He rested his head against the door, shutting his eyes tight. "I can't remember what happened."

"You can't— Peter how do you not know where you've been for two days?!"

"I don't know, okay!? I don't.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell it's just.. I think something really extreme happened and I just can't remember, okay?" MJ gave him a look of pure disbelief, frowning.

"You really do amaze me sometimes, Peter. Honestly, you do. I mean, what, did you just decide to stay locked in your own closet for a few days, was Eddie actually right about you being transported to another dimension?"

"Eddie.. what?" Peter frowned as MJ sighed.

"Ya know what? I don't care. If you had some personal issues going on that you needed a few days off, fine. But it would have been nice to call me back." MJ turned around, unlocking her apartment door and walked in without another word.

Peter stared at the closed door for a while, sighing loudly in disappointment towards himself.