It had been two days since Peter met with Teresa and asked her to be his bodyguard. Honestly, if Peter had to admit it to himself, this was one of the most impulsive decisions he had made since arriving in this world.
In a moment of strange excitement upon seeing her, he made a decision without prior thought, and now he was paying the price.
The reason? That damned Spider-Man. If Teresa was going to shadow him like a hawk, how would he be able to carry out his usual duties? How would he go on his nightly patrols? How would he maintain his secret identity in a world that wasn't ready to know about him yet? He didn't even know the full extent of Spider-Man's influence in this world or whether his usual foes existed here.
But one thing was certain—having a bodyguard like Teresa would make everything far more complicated.
Fortunately, he had given her a week before officially starting her job, allowing her time to transfer her responsibilities to someone else. That bought him some time to reconsider his decision. But he couldn't ignore the real reason behind his impulsiveness.
When he first saw Teresa's file, he felt something strange—something that didn't quite make sense. She was the daughter of Meyer Riley in this world, a name that didn't resonate with his past memories. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something familiar about her.
He knew he had acted foolishly. He had allowed an inexplicable emotion to guide his decision. Perhaps it was his need to cling to anything that made him feel like he belonged here. Or maybe, deep down, he longed for someone he could trust in this strange new world.
Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I acted recklessly..." he muttered to himself.
But backing out now would seem too suspicious. If he suddenly told Teresa he had changed his mind, it might raise questions.
No, he needed to find a way to handle this situation in the best way possible. Maybe he could convince her to stay busy with other tasks rather than following him everywhere? Or maybe... He shook his head.
He knew he needed to come up with an alternative plan. But he wasn't sure if any plan would be enough to prevent the chaos he had likely brought upon himself.
Now, he swung through the familiar yet unfamiliar skyline of New York, trying to clear his mind. As he moved between buildings, he recalled an unsettling memory.
when he went looking for his favorite spot—Chrysler Tower—to perch on as he used to in his previous world, he couldn't find it. Instead, there was a sleek, modern glass tower reflecting the city lights, as if it had stood there for years.
This wasn't a minor change. It wasn't just an architectural difference—it was another reminder that this world wasn't what he thought it was. It felt eerily familiar yet different enough to make him feel like an outsider.
But Peter wasn't trying to cling to the past. He wasn't mourning what he had lost. On the contrary, he had chosen this world.
A world where no one knew him as the failure of a Peter Parker who sacrificed everything and received nothing in return. A world where he didn't carry the burden of being the hero that nobody ever truly stood beside. He had tried to be everyone's pillar, but when he needed someone, no one was there.
Now, this new world was his. A world where he could start over, where he didn't have to prove anything to anyone. Where he could decide who he wanted to be, without the shadows of his past haunting him.
That didn't mean he would leave Spider-Man behind. He couldn't abandon that part of himself. But now, he was free to define what Spider-Man would be in this world.
Peter sighed again, realizing once more that he might never fully feel a sense of belonging here, even if he had chosen to come.
Suddenly, a voice cut through his thoughts. Karen, the AI in his suit, spoke in his ear: "Dear, you have an incoming encrypted message from the Watchtower. Sender: Batman."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "Open it."
A digital message appeared before his eyes, short and direct—just as expected from the Dark Knight
"Emergency situation. Report to the Watchtower immediately."
Peter wasn't used to receiving alerts unless they were for truly critical matters—not like the Avengers, who sent out notifications even for minor criminal organizations, as if they couldn't handle things themselves. But from the memories of this world's Peter, Batman took classification seriously... just as he did with everything else.
He didn't waste time. Instead of heading to any base on Earth, he did what League members did when necessary—he used their teleportation system.
Landing on a nearby rooftop, Peter pressed a small device on his suit. A circular blue portal flared to life before him—a Boom Tube, the advanced teleportation method some Justice League members used for instant travel to the Watchtower.
He stood before the portal for a moment, took a deep breath, and stepped through. In an instant, he was inside the heart of the Justice League's headquarters, where Batman was already waiting with other heroes.
When the last member he needed had arrived, Batman stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the gathered heroes. With his usual grave tone, he spoke
"An hour ago, we received visitors from a parallel universe."
He pressed a control panel in front of him, and a screen displayed an image of a group of heroes—ones who bore an unsettling resemblance to the Justice League. Their appearances were eerily similar, but their expressions and auras were... different.
What made Peter narrow his eyes, however, was the sight of someone familiar among them.
In the center of the group stood a man wearing a Spider-Man suit.
Batman's voice was as calm and gruff as ever, but there was an unmistakable edge to it—as if he didn't like where this was going
"They are requesting our help."
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