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Morning Struggles and Old Habits
Every hero carried burdens, but none carried them quite like Peter Parker. No matter the universe, no matter the timeline, being Spider-Man meant living two lives—one as a hero and one as a struggling human being.
Today was no different.
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Earth-96283 – The Veteran's Burden (Tobey Maguire's Spider-Man)
The morning chill seeped into Peter's bones as he stood outside his apartment, adjusting his tie with slightly trembling fingers.
"Okay, okay, just a normal day. No crime, no Spider-Man—just Peter Parker." He nodded to himself.
Mary Jane peeked from the kitchen, smirking. "Talking to yourself again?"
Peter chuckled. "Helps with the nerves."
MJ walked over, adjusting his tie properly. "You've faced alien goo, supervillains, and that weird landlord who smells like expired milk, but a regular job interview makes you nervous?"
Peter sighed. "Hey, it's not just a job—it's stability. A chance for us to finally—"
A sudden police siren blared outside. Peter tensed. His heart pounded.
MJ noticed the look on his face. "Peter, don't."
"I…" He clenched his fists.
She stepped closer, her hands resting on his shoulders. "You're not Spider-Man today. You're Peter Parker. Just this once… choose yourself."
The sirens faded into the distance.
Peter let out a shaky breath. "I hate that I even have to choose."
MJ smiled, squeezing his hand. "You don't have to, Pete. But for once, let the city save itself."
He smiled weakly. "You're too good at this whole 'keeping me sane' thing."
"That's what I'm here for."
With a deep breath, Peter left for his interview. But as he walked down the street, he couldn't shake the feeling that his time as a "normal guy" was running out.
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Earth-120703 – The Lonely Path (Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man)
The cemetery was empty.
Peter stood in front of Gwen's grave, hands deep in his pockets, the cold wind biting at his skin.
"Hey, G," he said softly. "I, uh… I finally tried to bake that banana bread you used to love." He chuckled bitterly. "It was awful. Burned it. Twice."
Silence.
His fingers clenched around the flowers in his hands.
"May says I should stop coming here so much. Says it's not good for me." He sighed. "But I don't know… sometimes I feel like this is the only place I can actually talk to you."
The city was full of noise. The mask made sure no one saw the pain. But here? Here, he could be vulnerable.
"I miss you, G," he whispered.
A sudden vibration in his pocket pulled him from his thoughts. His phone buzzed—a text from Aunt May.
"Dinner tonight. No excuses."
Peter smirked.
"Guess I should at least try to be normal."
As he turned to leave, a strange sensation crawled up his spine. That itch. That warning.
He glanced around. Nothing.
Just paranoia.
Right?
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Earth-199999 – The Struggles of a Young Hero (Tom Holland's Spider-Man)
"Dude, we're late for class!" Ned yelled, struggling to shove books into his bag.
Peter, still half-asleep, mumbled from under a pile of blankets. "Time is a social construct…"
MJ sighed, flicking his forehead. "Wake up, moron."
Peter yelped, flailing. "Okay, okay! I'm up! No need for violence!"
They rushed through the hallway, dodging students as they sprinted toward class.
"You are the literal worst at waking up," MJ said as they slid into their seats.
Peter shrugged. "Superhero business keeps me busy."
MJ smirked. "Yeah? And what was last night's 'mission'?"
Peter hesitated. "Uh… watching a documentary on space?"
Ned snorted. "Dude, we were playing video games until 3 AM."
MJ rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot."
As the professor began lecturing, Peter couldn't shake the feeling in the back of his mind. Something was off. A disturbance in the universe—like a crack in reality that no one else could see.
He rubbed his temples. Maybe he just needed more sleep.
Or maybe something bigger was coming.
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The First String is Pulled
Deep within a hidden chamber, Doflamingo laughed, his fingers twitching as he controlled the invisible threads wrapped around his new pawns.
"Dance, little spiders," he murmured.
His game had only just begun.
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End of Chapter 3.
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