After bringing her to one of the empty houses he used as a temporary base, probably owned by some family off on vacation or stuck working out of town, Peter laid her down carefully on the couch.
He stood there for a second, hands on his hips, staring at her like she was some kind of complicated puzzle.
"Okay… what now?"
His brain was at war. One side was saying, Just check for injuries and threats, dude. She's probably human. Probably.
The other side? Screaming, What if she's packing a tail, claws, or some symbiote goo?
This was Marvel, after all. People turned into monsters for way less.
He started at the obvious: her leg. The bullet had just grazed her thigh, nothing deep, but it was bleeding enough to worry him. He cleaned it, patched it up, then moved to her shoulder. Another bruise, right near the joint. That explained the stiff movement she had earlier during the fight.
"Left side's been taking the hits… wonder what else I missed."
Peter also struggled with whether to use this chance to remove the "virgin" tag from Peter Parker or just be a gentleman.
After a long internal debate with the mini angel and devil on his shoulders, he decided to be a partial gentleman. That meant no "filling the hole," but he did let himself inspect her body more closely—purely for medical purposes, or so he told himself. He even noted a small black mole on her left buttock.
"She's human. Or at least… human enough," he muttered.
There were no signs of implants, weird skin texture, tentacles, or anything that screamed "not from this planet." For now, she seemed normal.
Peter looked at the woman's silver hair, trying to place where he'd seen it before. It felt familiar, like something just out of reach.
He racked his brain, digging through every bit of memory he had, but nothing came up.
Nothing from Peter Parker's life and nothing from his other one either.
As time passed after getting his system, he realised something.
He hadn't transmigrated like he first assumed.
No weird soul-swap. No body hijack.
It was reincarnation.
All this time, he thought the memories of his past life had just overwritten whoever originally lived here, like he was some new player in Peter Parker's body.
When his old memories came rushing back, they didn't replace his current ones. They just buried them. Pushed them down so deep, he genuinely believed he was some transmigrator who landed in a Marvel AU with powers and plot armor.
But now that his head had cleared, it was obvious. He hadn't landed in someone else's life.
This life had always been his.
It wasn't until he remembered that dumb web form, some online author asking for story ideas, that everything really fell into place. He remembered filling it out. A gacha system, reincarnation, the twist that the MC only regains their memories in adulthood.
The choices for reincarnation? Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Gwen Stacy.
He chose Peter. Because of course he did.
And now? That vague idea he half-joked about, half-wished for…
That was his life now.
The realization sank in slowly, but it clicked.
Everything made sense.
He wasn't some random isekai'd soul. He was Peter. Always had been.
Just with two lives packed into one.
It was weird. And honestly? Kind of a relief.
Still, that nagging sense of familiarity wouldn't go away.
Taking her picture, Peter ran a search through the SHIELD database.
Then his eyes lit up.
Silvija Sablinova.
So that's why she felt familiar. She was Silver Sable, or at least, this world's version of her.
He remembered now. The silver hair, the combat skills—it all lined up. In other universes, she had her own group, her own company. Mercenary stuff. Real professional.
But here?
Nothing.
No Wild Pack.
No Sable International.
No records of her running with any team or being part of some big organisation.
Just her. Alone.
"Huh… guess this world didn't give you much to work with either," Peter muttered under his breath.
Actually, she was already on his list of potential recruits. Despite being human, the fact that she'd led teams filled with people way stronger than her said a lot about her skills. That kind of leadership? Not easy to come by.
She might not be a heavy-hitter in a fight, sure, but in terms of management, strategy, and coordination? She was gold. And people always underestimated that part.
"There are a lot of ways to get power in this world," he nodded to himself, thinking about serums, technology, and all the weird magic crap floating around out there.
Did she ever fall for Peter? He tried to remember… but the thought just floated there, unanswered. His memories were still a mess—blurry, scattered. Too many gaps.
And honestly? He hadn't even read that many comics. Just bits and pieces. Enough to recognise names, not enough to know everyone's history.
He shook the thought away.
"Doesn't matter."
Better to wait and see how she reacts when she wakes up.
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