Peter POV:
Alright… let's do this one last time.
My name is Peter Parker.
Well… not the one you know.
My legs were crushed under a concrete slab with no way out. Every muscle screaming. My shattered bones grinding under the weight. And I kept pushing. Inch by inch. Because I had a friend who I couldn't disappoint.
At the twilight of life and death, as my body broke and my lungs collapsed, I remembered. I remembered everything. A past life where I had lived and lost. A lifetime of mistakes. And I swore this time… I'd do it differently.
When I came back, I wasn't just Peter Parker. I was something more.
I was eighteen again but I carried the rage and brilliance of a man who had already burned once. I clawed my way into science no kid should touch. I spliced nanobots into my blood. Wired cybernetics to my spine so I could move faster than thought. Forged weapons that could split the sky.
I died a boy.
I rose a weapon.
And I swore I would never lose again.
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The living room of Aunt May's house felt too small for the weight of silence pressing inside. The others stared, half in awe, half in fascination.
Peni leaned forward, her mech's glass dome catching a shaft of noon sunlight.
"Those gauntlets. The stabilization watches. It's like you knew this would happen. Like you were preparing for the collider."
My Sandevistan glowed faintly as I adjusted the sleek gauntlet on my wrist.
"My universe was glitching too. Impossible things appearing randomly. It set off alarms in my head. I worked with Tony Stark and Hank Pym to figure out the quantum solutions."
Peni tilted her head. "But… who are Hank Pym and Tony Stark? We don't have them."
I nodded. "Right. You wouldn't. Hank Pym… was a genius who cracked size manipulation, subatomic physics and the foremost expert in all things related to Quantum. Tony Stark was the man who turned engineering into art, a arrogant futurist who could see danger before it happened. I worked with them both. Together we made the dimensional stabilization watches. As for the gauntlets..." I lifted my wrist and a ripple of light shimmered across the steel. "I built them for myself and Gwendolyn. Because I don't do hopes and prayers."
The other Spiders traded uneasy glances. Even Noir's expression softened. Respect… and caution.
Then the door slammed open.
Miles stumbled in, breath ragged, mask torn at the seam. His hands shook as he grabbed the table for balance.
"He's my uncle. My uncle Aaron. He's the Prowler."
The words cut deeper than any blade.
My expression hardened like stone and my armor whirred to life, plating sliding over my body in a cascade of steel and orange glow. In his hand, the Dominator reformed, its configuration shifting until a chilling voice announced:
"LETHAL ELIMINATOR ENGAGED."
No hesitation. No pause. I moved.
"Peter, wait—" Gwendolyn stepped forward, her armor activating in a shimmer of white, pink and cyan blue highlights. She followed behind me, her stride sharp, her eyes burning.
The others hurried after us and spilled into the sunlight.
And froze.
The street was swarming.
Doctor Octopus, her tentacles curling like predators.
Maximus Gargan, the Scorpion, tail raised high with venom dripping in the sun.
Tombstone, cold and unbreakable, his fists clenched like granite hammers.
And standing before them all, cold claws glowing like the reaper's scythe, the Prowler.
The villains tightened the circle. Noon light shimmered off tentacles, steel, venom and claws.
The Spider-People stood shoulder to shoulder. I raised the Dominator. The air trembled.
The web had never been tighter.
And it was about to snap.
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