42 Before the Showdown.

"Yeah, and why should I trust any of you, Peters? The last one, he laughed in my face and just ditched me to face the Green Goblin's alone... and now my aunt's dead."

Tom's gaze fixated on the other two Peters, his eyes filled with distrust, anger, and even a hint of hatred. His face contorted with intense emotions, and he spoke with a venomous tone, spitting out his words like poisonous arrows.

The Peter Parker who bore a resemblance to Tobey Maguire, exchanged a subtle glance with the other Peter, who bore a striking resemblance to Andrew Garfield, and a moment of unspoken understanding passed between them.

Tobey Parker let out a heartfelt sigh as he gazed at Tom Parker, his expression reflecting a mix of sadness and understanding. He was the oldest out of the three and the most experienced Spider-Man there.

With gentle sincerity, he spoke to him in a soft, comforting tone, as if coaxing a younger brother through a difficult time.

"Being Spider-Man, you know, it's not all fun and games. There's a lot of tough stuff that comes with it – betrayal, heartache, tragedies, you name it. But you gotta accept it, 'cause that's just life, you know? Putting your trust in others is essential 'cause, without it, are you even really living? Sometimes, you can't go it alone; you need to trust others to lend a hand. Spider-Man can't save everyone by himself all the time. What I mean is, trust us... and we won't let you down."

Tom stared into the distance, the weight of the older Peter's words lingered, leaving his ears still ringing with their impact. The atmosphere around them grew tense, and silence enveloped the area, leaving until Andrew finally broke the silence

"Man, it's tough, you know? My best friend turned against me, and it hurt like crazy."

Toby Parker smiled from the other side as he gave a subtle comforting nod to Andrew Parker. With an equal expression of sadness and acknowledgment.

"Mine too... but he then came back, to help me... when I needed him the most."

Tom observed the two Peters, his expression still one of heartbreak. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and emotions.

"Before Aunt May died," he began, his voice wavering with the weight of the memory, "she told me, 'With great power..."

Before he could finish, Tobey completed the sentence with a profound sense of understanding and nostalgia, "...comes great responsibility."

As Tom looked at Tobey and Andrew, he saw the same confusion mirrored in their expressions. Yet, the weight of the words they had just shared profoundly united them, transcending the boundaries of their individual universes.

In an instant, their spider-senses tingled, alerting them to a shared danger. They exchanged knowing glances, and in that moment, they all realized the undeniable truth—they were not alone in their identities.

All three of them were Spider-Man and not just different versions of Peter Parker.

Andrew's face lit up with a smile as he eagerly spoke,

"How about we kick off this party and show our evil counterpart Peter who's boss?"

His enthusiasm was contagious, and the other two Peters couldn't help but grin in response

Tobey pulled Andrew and Tom into a warm and reassuring group hug, their shared bond as Spider-Men strengthening with each pat on their backs. "Let's show him the true power of a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,"

Tom finally chuckled, as he nodded to himself.

"Damn right. It's Spidey-Time."

"...."

"We can change our tagline."

The two other Peters chuckled in disagreement. "Nah, it's perfect,"

~

"They should be here."

Peter glanced at his GPS watch while strolling down a narrow alley adjacent to the gathering of police officers at Happy's bulldozed apartment.

As he ventured deeper into the darkness, Peter caught a glimpse of a translucent lizard perched on top of an unconscious woman, her breaths barely discernible.

With concern etched on his face, Peter knelt down next to Aunt May, taking a closer look at her body. He wanted to figure out what was wrong and make sure she was okay as he examined her carefully.

Gently placing his hand on her forehead, Peter tried to assess her body temperature, this was enough to measure the extent of her injuries due to him having a lizard touch and vision.

She was barely alive and half of the reason that she was alive was due to Ms.Speepee having injected a weak dose of the lizard serum that concentrated on regeneration.

Peter shook his head in dismay. Her body had lost too much blood, and the regeneration process was painfully slow, unable to keep up with the severity of her injuries.

Adding to the complexity of the situation was the threat of carbon monoxide poisoning. The toxic gas had reached her brain, posing an extremely dangerous risk to her life.

As Peter received a syringe with a green dose from Mr. Poopoo, he quickly glanced at his companions from the corner of his eyes and issued a firm instruction, "Turn around."

Dr. Connors, Mr. Poopoo, and Mr. Birbum all obediently turned around as instructed, but Ms. Speepee seemed reluctant and pouted. Peter's gaze softened and with a playful gesture, Peter tickled her a little and whispered to her.

"...but you can look."

Saying that, Peter's focus shifted entirely to Aunt May. He knew that injecting the serum required utmost precision, leaving no room for error.

Despite the discomfort and sensitivity of the situation, he recognized that he had no other choice but to remove Aunt May's clothes to administer the life-saving dose.

'Yep. It's solely for scientific purposes.'

Slowly and gradually, Peter removed Aunt May's pants and then her lingerie. He glanced at the supple skin around her thighs and traced his finger around them to make sure the blood was flowing correctly before injecting the serum on her ass cheek.

As the green serum entered Aunt May's body, a subtle change started to unfold. Her blood seemed to surge with newfound energy, causing her body to twitch slightly. Small boils appeared on her skin but vanished just as quickly, leaving behind a hint of renewed vitality.

Within moments, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her skin underwent a remarkable transformation. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, Aunt May's outer layer of skin seemed to evaporate, revealing a smoother, tighter, and more supple texture beneath. The process worked like a gentle revitalization, rejuvenating her appearance

Aunt May's skin took on a healthier color, her regeneration seemed to accelerate, thanks to the combined effects of the serum and the cutting-edge nanotechnology that Peter had infused into it.

The microscopic bots, skillfully mixed within the serum, were strategically designed to target the carbon monoxide poisoning and address the damage to her brain.

As the nanobots began their work, they navigated through her bloodstream, reaching every affected area with precision.

Like a team of tiny healers, they meticulously repaired the damage caused by the toxic gas and promoted the regeneration of damaged brain cells.

Peter lampooned quickly as he observed the changes in Aunt May with a professional gaze.

'This is not even the initial stage of the nanobots and already they are this helpful. When I get home and develop it properly, the results it will yield will be a thousand times better.'

As Peter was lost in contemplation, a sudden gasp and jolt from Aunt May brought him back to the present. Her eyes shot open, and she woke up huffing and panting. Her hair, tangled and mostly stuck to her face from dried sweat, swayed with the movement as she muttered to herself.

"Peter... Peter... Peter... Where is... Peter?"

Knowing that the Peter, Aunt May was addressing was Tom Parker, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Aunt May, are you okay?"

Aunt May's eyes darted around in the darkness seemingly disoriented for a moment. Slowly, she focused on the Peter from another dimension, and a confused expression appeared on her face. "Peter from another world that likes my burritos? What happened?"

As Aunt May's gaze shifted downward and she realized her lower body was completely naked, confusion and embarrassment washed over her expression. In response to her reaction, Peter, the man in front of her, shook his head vigorously as if denying all allegations. He even put a hand on his neck, pleading the fifth.

Aunt May keenly sensed a certain level of suppression emanating from the alternate version of Peter standing before her.

Fear, reverence, and loyalty seemed to intertwine, creating a complex web of emotions that clouded her mind.

Despite this overwhelming mix of feelings, her sense of self and awareness remained intact, and her muttering gradually transformed into a scowl.

"What the fuc-

~

[Peter Hanged Man form art]

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