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INSIDE THE LAB of Midtown High, (Y/N), MJ, Ned and the three Peter's all piled up in different tables as they placed the broken capsules with the cures for the villains in the table to start on them all over again.

"Okay, so Connors, Marko, Dillon and. . ." her Peter searched through the tubes and sighed. "Look, I think that I can repair the devices for Dillon and Marko, but the others — "

"Oh, I got Connors. I've already cured him once, so no big deal," Peter 3 got up to his full height, towering the others as he caught the device in his hand with ease.

(Y/N) eyed him with a curious eye as the other two Peter's were resisting their laugh or even raising their eyebrows at his words.

"What? It's no big deal?" he shrugged.

"Great," the oldest, Peter 2, said.

"Yeah, that's great," Peter offered a small smile.

Peter 3 left the table to grab his supplies and left the others in their own space, where the oldest continued staring down at the broken tube for Norman Osborn in his hands.

"I think I can make an antiserum for Dr. Osborn. Been thinking about it for a long time," he said. He looked back at the youngest Peter and tried to see if he agreed. "Gotta cure all of them. Right?"

"Right."

"That's what we do."

He walked away and left (Y/N) with Peter alone, and the latter noticed the strange glint in her eye when she saw the three of them work in the same space. "What?"

"It's funny. There's three of you now," (Y/N) flicked her eyes amongst the trio. "I could barely handle one in my own, I don't think I'll be able to keep it together with three of you."

The three of them all snapped their heads in her direction and yelled out at the same time, "I'm not that bad!"

(Y/N) laughed and proceeded to move from table to table in order to help the other Peter's in the devices and cures, stopping by Peter 3's table first, who's muscles grew tense unconsciously when she approached him.

(Y/N) cleared her throat and Peter 3 looked up from what he was doing to glance at her, trying to keep it all together. She decided to speak up to break the silence. "I'm sorry. . .about her."

"It's not your fault," he mumbled, pressing his lips in a thin line as he concentrated on what he was doing. "I guess seeing your face again brought it all back."

"Ouch," (Y/N) faked offense, placing a hand on her chest.

"I didn't mean it that way," Peter 3 laughed and (Y/N) followed along with him, missing the way that her Peter eyed them with a strange look from afar while MJ hid her smirk under her palm.

"Can you tell me about her? Me, or whatever?" (Y/N) questioned carefully after the chuckles had died out.

"She wasn't exactly like you, like — "

"A witch?"

"Yeah," he nodded, a nostalgic yet solemn look passing through his eyes. "She was like me. Some even called us the 'Spider-Couple'. It was ridiculous."

"It has a good ring to it," (Y/N) teased.

Peter 3 stared forward and continued on talking. "She was my rock, the only person that could understand how I felt. Every happy memory was with her."

(Y/N) looked down and patted him in the shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. "She sounds cool. I knew there were other versions of myself too."

The oldest of the Peter's had been busy with his own cure by the loneliest side of the lab, but he couldn't help but overhear part of the conversation. He even stopped working to put his full attention on the two until (Y/N) drifted her gaze up to him, which caused him to try to regain his posture in a few seconds.

"Hey, Peter 2. It's your turn," she called.

He looked up from his stuff and extended his left hand for her to see the shining wedding band in his finger, and how he stared down at it like it was the most valuable thing he had.

"Whoa!" she gasped, using one hand to cup her mouth. "Are you really — ? I — "

"We had obstacles along the way," he said, pulling his hand back. "But we figured it out."

"Like we always do," he and (Y/N) replied at the same time, a look of confusion passing through their eyes.

"Yeah," Peter 2 nodded.

"And do you have. . ." (Y/N) couldn't know why she was too nervous to ask. "A family?"

"Not the one you think," he told her. "We adopted two dogs a while back."

"Really?" she brightened at the thought of it. She could see herself and her Peter living with two dogs in a future. "What are their names?"

He blushed, as if he was embarrassed. "Mario and Peach."

(Y/N) smiled at the names. "Nerds."

"Hey, it's you in a different reality, so be careful what you call yourself," Peter 2 scolded. "It was you who named them, though I helped."

"I figured."

After a long time of helping through the three Peter's devices and cures, silence filling the lab completely for a few minutes, Ned walked back from talking to Peter 2 in secret and passed by Peter's table, who barely looked up from his work.

"Hey," he said. "Will you run a diagnostic?"

Ned nodded and stiffly clicked on the laptop and then walked away without another word, still being shaken up after whatever chat he had back with the other two Peter's. (Y/N) left MJ's side to sit on one of the stools besides Peter and noticed how he was barely speaking throughout this.

"You okay?" she asked.

Peter took both of her hands in his. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"You don't deserve this," he lowered his tone, not meeting her eyes and staring down to the tile in the floor. "I've ruined your life. I ruined it."

"No. No, no, no. You were the one who made it better," (Y/N) cradled his face in her hands and pushed back some of his fallen curls. "It's always been like that. I'll stay by your side no matter what."

"I know," his voice was too quiet that she barely heard it, but he nodded nonetheless.

"It's you and me against the world, remember?"

"Like it's always been," he murmured. Peter leaned forward to press his forehead against hers, grabbing her hands that were in his face to hold them against his chest. "We're okay."

"We're okay," she whispered.

They were stuck in their own world, comfortable silence filling the air but neither of them noticing the look that the other Peter's were giving the pair.

"Peter!" Ned called from his own spot.

"Yeah?" three different voices answered at the same time, all standing up from their stools. "Oh, sorry, did you mean. . .?"

"'Peter' Peter," Ned continued.

"We're all called Peter."

"We're all Peter."

"Peter Parker?" Ned flicked his gaze amongst the trio.

"Same again. We're all Peter Parker."

Ned scoffed and looked down to regain his breath, before pointing at one of the tables. "The computer."

(Y/N) moved back and saw how her Peter turned the computer to be able to see it and noticed that the device was now ready. "Oh, I'm ready."

"Yeah. Me too," Peter 3 announced and walked back to join the couple. "Okay, so now, all we gotta do is lure these guys someplace, right? Try to cure them while they try to kill us, and then send them home."

"Using a magic box," Peter 2 gave a questioning look.

"You'll get used to it," (Y/N) muttered to him.

"Well, that's the plan," her Peter confirmed.

"So, are you gonna go into battle dressed as a cool youth pastor, or do you got your suit?" Peter 3 questioned, his eyes fixed on the oldest.

Peter 2 tugged on the collar of his shirt to reveal that he wore the Spider-Man suit underneath his clothes, a smirk in his lips when he did so. Ned joined the group in the table and extended his hand towards Peter.

"Here's your web cartridges," he said.

"Ah, thanks, man," Peter grabbed it from
the table and placed it on the web shooters in his wrists.

"What's that for?" Peter 2 frowned.

"It's my web fluid. It's for my web shooters. Why?" Peter explained, looking up from
his hand.

Peter 2 didn't answer and instead shot a web from his plain and empty wrist directly at a stool, the familiar white web sticking on the stool's legs. This caused everyone around him to jump back in shock and frown, not expecting that to happen.

"That came out of you," Ned stated in awe.

"Yeah," Peter 2 breathed out. "You can't do that, huh?"

"No," Peter shook his head.

Peter 3 seemed disturbed of the idea. "How on earth does that even — ?"

"Anyway, we're getting sidetracked. This is where we'll do this, okay? It's isolated, so no one should get hurt," Peter clicked on the computer and flipped it over to show the place. "We draw them there with the box. It's the one thing they all want. All we have to do is figure out how to get there."

"We could portal there," Ned suggested.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I'm magic now."

"Yeah, no no, he's right," MJ said.

"He can," (Y/N) added.

"Yeah, we saw."

"Yeah, he is."

"Wait, really?" Peter turned to him.

"Dude, I got Doctor Strange magic," Ned took a step forward to his best friend and whispered out his words in excitement.

"No way."

"Yeah," Ned nodded and then removed the protection glasses off his head. "And I promise you, I won't turn into a supervillain and try to kill you."

Peter 3 patted him in the shoulder and offered a firm nod, which caused (Y/N) to bit back a laugh with MJ as Peter seemed to frown at this.

"Okay. . ." he trailed off. "Thank you."

Silence filled the air but the smile never left Ned's face, still thinking he did the right thing by saying this and (Y/N) gave him a thumbs up.

"Here goes nothing," Peter continued.

"Hey, what's the thing you always say?" (Y/N) turned to MJ, remembering the quote from a few days ago. "Expect disappointment and — "

"No, no, no," MJ cut her off. "We're gonna kick some ass."

"Even better," (Y/N) smirked.

"Cure. Cure some ass," Peter 2 corrected.

Ned seemed to like that. "Cure that ass."

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"OKAY, IT COULD BE ANY MINUTE NOW," Peter announced from where he stood with the box in his hands, standing on the crown of the Statue of Liberty. The landmark had been in remodeling for the couple of weeks, and the entire structure was covered in the scaffolding. (Y/N) lowered down beside him, wearing her blue gown that had left the other two Peter's surprised when it shimmered in her body.

"Yep, almost done," Peter 2 replied as he stuck the cures and devices to the metal tubes of the scaffolding from the side.

"You know, Max was, like, the sweetest guy ever before he fell into. . .a pool of electric eels," Peter 3 spoke up.

"That'll do it," Peter 2 muttered but then shifted on his feet, his hands on the railing of the scaffolding to get comfortable, but it seemed strange from another person's angle. "Oh, there it goes."

"You okay?" Peter 3 eyed him strangely.

"Oh, it's my back. It's kind of stiff from all swinging, I guess," Peter 2 explained.

"Yeah. No, I got a middle back thing too."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You want me to crack it?"

"Yeah. That'd be great."

"All right."

Peter 3 gestured at him to cross his arms and placed himself behind him, wrapping his own arms around the other's waist. "You ready?"

"Yeah."

Peter 2 inhaled sharply as he was carefully lifted off the ground and Peter 3 helped him to crack his back, both hearing the satisfying sound of the bones cracking in place. "Yep. That's good."

"How is it?"

"Wow," Peter 2 gasped. "That's good. That's better."

"Right? Yeah," Peter 3 grinned in success and sat back on the tubes of the scaffolding, the smile never leaving his eyes. He looked up to the sky and then to his feet. "This is so cool. I always wanted brothers."

He turned back to Peter 2 to notice that he was already looking down at him. "So you, like, make your own web fluid in your body?"

"I'd rather not talk about this," Peter 2 said.

"No. I don't mean to — "

"But are you teasing me?" he frowned.

"No, no, no. He's not teasing you," Peter cut in. "It's just that we can't do that, so naturally we're curious as to how your web situation works, that's all."

"If it's personal, I don't wanna pry, but I think it's cool," Peter 3 excused.

"I — I wish I could tell you, but it's, like, I don't do it. Like I don't do breathing. Like, breathing just happens," Peter 2 explained with hand gestures.

"Wow."

"So does it just come out of your wrists, or does it come out of anywhere else?" Peter questioned, uncertain and curious at the same time.

"Only — Only the wrists."

"So, there's no probability of you killing your girlfriend because of radioactive — " (Y/N) began, playing with blue mist in her fingers.

"No, no," he cut her off before she could finish. "Never."

"Never had a web block? 'Cause I run out of webs all the time," Peter 3 used one arm to hold himself up on the metal bar. "I have to make my own in a lab."

"Right. That's — "

"And it's a hassle compared to what you got."

"Sounds like a hassle," Peter 2 nodded in agreement. "But I did. You said that, I was like, 'I had a web block'."

"Why?"

"Existential crisis stuff."

"Yeah. Don't get me started on that."

"Hey," Peter intervened, playing with the box in his hands, still looking down at the other two versions of himself with (Y/N) beside him. "What are some of the craziest villains that you guys have fought?"

Peter 2 smiled. "Seems you've met some of them."

"That's a good question," Peter 3 mumbled.

"Yeah, I fought an alien made out of black goo once," Peter 2 confessed, remembering that day.

"Oh, no way. We fought an alien too," Peter gestured to himself and (Y/N). "On Earth and in space. He was purple."

"Don't forget ugly," (Y/N) pointed out, receiving a nod from Peter that her statement was right.

"I wanna fight an alien," Peter 3 confessed.

"I'm still, like, that you both fought an alien in space," Peter 2 continued, gesturing towards the two that were still in the crown of the statue.

Peter 3 leaned back on the place he was sitting and crossed his arms. "I'm lame compared — I fought a Russian guy in a rhinoceros machine."

"Can we rewind it back to the 'I'm lame' part?" Peter 2 paused. "'Cause you are not."

"No, thanks. I appreciate that. I'm not saying I am — "

"But it's just the self-talk. Maybe we should — " Peter 2 continued. "'Cause you're amazing. Just to take it in for a minute."

"Yeah, yeah. I can take it in," Peter 3 nodded.

"You are amazing."

"I can. Thank you."

"You are amazing," Peter 2 repeated and then lowered his gaze back at him. "Will you say it?"

"I needed to hear that. Thank you."

(Y/N) cleared her throat and their attention drifted off to her, and she flicked her gaze amongst the three Peter Parker's before speaking, a genuine question in her head.

"Why do you always do that thing?" she asked.

"What thing?" they all inquired at the same time.

"The thing that you do when you land," (Y/N) continued, hoping that someone might catch up with her, but they all seemed extremely confused."Like the. . ."

(Y/N) thrusted her hands to the side to join the other two Peter's in a floor of the scaffolding to prove her point, bending one knee and extending the other to the side with one hand holding her up. All Peter's watched with curious eyes.

"This thing that you do after you've swung yourself on the webs," (Y/N) continued, choking back a laugh. "With the arm and the legs. It's a fighting pose. You're posers."

"I'm not a poser," Peter 3 crossed his arms.

"Ha!" (Y/N) laughed loudly. "I've seen the three of you do it at least once. I'll prove you all that I'm right."

"Sure you will," Peter 2 nodded along with her.

"But it's true! You think that the whole world is looking at you," (Y/N) pointed at the trio.

Peter shook his head. "I never realized that I was doing it, maybe I'll notice from this day and on."

"And I'll be there to remind you, bug boy," (Y/N) teased and thrusted her hands to the side to pull herself in the air. "I'll go and help Ned and MJ."

Peter nodded and watched how she flew towards the opened portal that led to the lab of Midtown High, unconsciously smiling as he saw her form drift away and missing the way the other two Peter's shared a look.

"You love her, do you?" Peter 2 broke him out of his thoughts.

"I — " Peter turned beet red. "Yeah. But I — "

"You haven't told her yet," Peter 3 guessed.

Peter lowered his head in shame. "No."

"It's never too late, buddy," Peter 2 reassured. "You can still tell her. I did."

"Yeah, although my (Y/N) was the one that said it first," Peter 3 smiled at the memory, looking down.

"Really?" Peter's attention perked up at this.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"How are your (Y/N)'s? How did you meet?"Peter asked, truly interested to know more. "You've already met mine."

Peter 2 smiled and shifted on his feet, trying to search for an answer as Peter 3 seemed to drift off the conversation, the guilt washing again.

"Well, I've known her for years," Peter 2 said. "And I was too oblivious for my own good. I pretended I liked someone else because I thought she didn't like me back."

"No way! That happened to me too," Peter exclaimed.

"She was new to my school," Peter 3 spoke up and all eyes turned to him. "I was told to show her around. And we, like, clicked, or something. We became instant friends although everyone around us wanted us to be more."

The other two flashed him empathic smiles, knowing how it all turned out for him.

"But the same thing happened," Peter 3 chuckled to stop the tears. "I was an idiot to notice the hints before."

"I guess we do have fame to do that," Peter 2 agreed and they nodded with him.

Silence filled the air and they were stuck in their own thoughts, the three going back to the first time they've met their own girl, but that peaceful atmosphere only lasted a short while.

"All right, guys, focus up," Peter felt the familiar sensation every time danger approached. "You feel that?"

"Yeah," Peter 2 nodded and stared ahead in the same direction as Peter 3 did the same, standing side by side on the scaffolding.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, dirty and grey clouds all above them as gold light began to shine amongst it. (Y/N), who had been distracted with her friends, looked up at the sound of this and prepared herself for an attack.

"What's up, Peter?" Max's familiar voice said through the structure before lightning hit on the side, where Max appeared out of thin air with a different suit. "How you like the new-new? Look, you give it to me, I'm gonna destroy it. But I'll let you live. Don't make me a murderer, Peter."

Peter didn't answer and slid his mask on, jumping off the crown of the Statue of Liberty and plummeting to the scaffolding below. "Okay, guys, here he comes."

(Y/N) spared one last look back to Ned and MJ, who gave her firm nods and she thrusted her hands to her sides to get in the air, avoiding the strikes of lightning that Max was directing at her.

"Hey, Max! I missed you, man," Peter 3 jumped up from the scaffolding and into the air, missing the lightning strike as he pulled himself with a web.

"All right, MJ, heads up!" Peter tossed the box to MJ and Ned in the portal, and she caught it with ease as Peter swung away.

"Max, Max, Max. Can we just talk for a second?"Peter 3 jumped on the crown of the statue and raised his arms up. "Just you and me, just talk?"

"Look who showed up. My old friend Spider-Man," Max taunted. "Where's your buddy Silk?"

"She's busy, man," Peter 3 answered with a heavy tone. "I'm trying to save you. That's all I've — we've ever wanted."

"You're not trying to save me," Max sneered.

"I am."

"You ain't even the shit no more."

Peter 3 dropped his head at the comment and scoffed, lowering his guard for a second.

"Don't worry about me. I'll save myself," Max said and aimed his arms at him. "Burn up!"

Max fired a huge amount of energy directly at him, which he barely got time to dodge and swing himself away, yelling as he did so. "We'll, I got his attention. Now what?"

"Okay, great. Just FYI, lizard guy's here too," Peter 2 swung in the air with the Lizard dangling from his foot. He crashed on the side of a machine and tried to run backwards from the lizard. "Guys, comm check. Hello?"

"I need Max's cure!"

"Yeah. I'm on it."

"Peter, I need the Lizard cure."

"Okay, okay," (Y/N) saw how Peter was about to take off before an enormous hand of sand grabbed him from the scaffolding and held him in midair, where Flint's face formed through the sand.

"Where's the box, Peter?" he asked.

"Flint, we could help everyone," Peter tried to reason.

"I don't care," Flint screamed.

(Y/N) raised her hands out to pull the Lizard's claws away from Peter 2 as he tried to run away, and got to see how Peter shot a web at a part of the structure to remove himself from the tight grip but the web snapped because of Peter 3 swinging by the same path.

"Sad to tell you, Sandman, nobody's coming home," Max informed.

Max directed lightning streak at the structure and it made the metal creak and snap, and (Y/N) barely got time to dodge the streak directed her away and changed its course, suddenly being blown back by the strong winds all around her.

Flint formed an enormous cloud of sand all around the Statue of Liberty, covering the entirety of it in a tornado as (Y/N) got back in the scaffolding to search for the rest of the group.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Peter 3 walked through a floor of the scaffolding as (Y/N) helped Peter up from the ground. "I keep yelling at you, Peter 2!"

"But I thought you were Peter 2."

"What? I'm not Peter 2."

"And I'm Peter 1!"

"Stop arguing and listen to me!" (Y/N) snapped and three different pairs of eyes all looked at her at the exact same moment, their attention instantly on her. "I didn't think that would work. Anyway, apparently we're not that great at this."

"I know, I know. We suck," Peter 3 agreed. "I don't know how to work as a team anymore."

"Me neither," Peter 2 looked at him.

"Well, we do. We've been in a team, okay?" Peter cut in, panting for breath. "I don't wanna brag, but I will. We were in the Avengers."

"The Avengers?" Peter 2 said in an enthusiastic voice.

"Yeah."

"That's great."

"Thank you."

"What is that?"

(Y/N) and Peter shared a confused frown before turning to the two, who were searching for an explanation. She decided to speak up, "Wait, you don't have the Avengers?"

"Is that a band? Are you in a band?" Peter 3 frowned.

"No, we're not in a band! The Avengers are Earth's mightiest — " Peter began.

"How's this helping?" Peter 2 yelled.

"It's not important," (Y/N) interrupted loudly. "You're literally the same person, so I'm pretty sure you'll handle to work together as a team. All we gotta do is — "

"Focus, trust your tingle, and coordinate our attacks," Peter finished her sentence.

"Yes. Okay," Peter 2 closed his eyes for concentration. "Let's pick one target."

"Right."

Peter 3 caught on. "We take them off the broad one at a time."

"Now you got it. Okay, Peter 1," he pointed at himself. "Peter 2."

"Peter 2," the oldest repeated.

"Peter 3."

"Peter 3!" the tallest exclaimed.

"All right, let's do this. Ready?"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Peter 3 frantically grasped their shoulders and stopped them all in their tracks with extended arms. "I love you guys."

"Thank you," the other two Peter's said at the same time.

They shared an awkward smile and (Y/N) patted Peter 3 in the back,  "We're not there yet, buddy."

"All right, let's do this," Peter placed his mask on.

"Let's go," Peter 2 nodded.

The trio ran towards the edge of the scaffolding, all huddled up together before using their own webs to pull themselves off the ground as (Y/N) ran towards the other direction, thrusting her hands up to fly in midair.

"Go get 'em, boys!" she yelled.

They used each other's webs to swing the other in the air, the moonlight lighting up their path as they landed on the crown of the statue, all in different poses when they hit the ground and this didn't go unnoticed by (Y/N) in the air.

"Such posers," she rolled her eyes with a smile. "Spider-Men, gotta love them."