Spider-Man 0X

Eehhh?! Who the fuck is that goofy-looking nerdy guy?! What in the fucking hell is going on here?! My facial structure, eyes, face, all of it had changed drastically. I have no fucking clue who that guy was. The person in front of me was someone else. I looked around the room. I need to find something about this guy and think about what's going on with me.

It's not my first rebirth, but I need to find out about my present situation, fast. The walls around me were covered with the pictures of the Avengers. Captain America, Iron Man, Hulk, and the others. There were even small figurines of Iron Man on the desk near the bed. I can tell that I am still in the Marvel world, but I need to find out which timeline I have dropped myself into this time.

Huh? A school bag next to the door! I took a peek inside... There were some books and copies, a couple of pens and pencils and an ID-Card that read, Peter Parker. Age: 18. Midtown High School.

Holy shit! Peter Parker, Spiderman! I quickly checked my wrist. Haaa... I should have known. I am yet to be bitten by that spider, which means I don't have superpowers. But I do have his face and body... Now, what do I do? I need to find out more about this version of Peter and this world. More importantly, I need to follow the canon event and get bitten by that spider.

'Finally, after two fucking rebirths, I am gonna get some power. Then, I will find those bastards responsible for my death, and I will kill them the exact way they killed me, drowning in toxin...' I clenched my fists, remembering the tortures they had put me through.

Next, I went through the drawers, found some clothes, and wore them. Fuck! I need to buy some new clothes for myself. Wearing someone else's clothes... What a shitty situation. I searched the room for any other clues about my past. I found a notebook with notes scribbled on it, nothing too important, and a few pictures of Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

'I miss you, Uncle Ben.' A note was written on one of the photos. So, Ben is dead in this timeline. If so, then... Is Aunt May going to die during the canon event? I wonder.

"Peter..." The voice of a woman called out from outside the room. Maybe downstairs.

"Breakfast ready..."

"Coming," I yelled back as I made my way toward the bathroom.

Wait! How the fuck did I know which way the bathroom is? Memories merged into my head as I walked toward the bathroom. I remembered that I had lived with Uncle Ben and Aunt May for a couple of years since my parents died in a car accident. This house was my second home.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

Uncle Ben died in a car accident six years ago. I sighed as I stripped down and stepped under the shower. The memories kept coming back. I remember being bullied at school because I was a nerd and not interested in sports or girls. I was also timid. Aunt May was always there to comfort me. There is another one... A girl with blonde hair... Gwen Stacy... She was my crush, and we were good friends, but this nerd never gathered enough courage to ask her out for a coffee...

"What a coward! A fucking pushover... Getting his ass handed over by Flash and saved by a girl... Shameful!" I mumbled as I closed the shower tap and stepped out. I dried my body and put on my clothes as I went downstairs.

As for our financial situation, well, it isn't that good. We have a small apartment, and I am working at a newsstand, delivering newspapers, and working part-time at a Pizza Joint to help May with some financial support. She often refuses to take money from me, but I insist on helping her as much as I can.

I more or less get the gist of the mess this Peter was in. As for how he died, well, I have no idea. Yesterday was just a usual day for him. He followed his daily boring routine. Woke up, bath, ate, delivered newspapers, school, got bullied by Flash as usual, saved by Gwen as usual, had a small talk with her, worked at the pizza joint after school, went back home, did some homework, and fell asleep...

Well, that's it...

I need to improve our financial situation so that May can take it easy. Humm... Too many things to do... Let's take this chance to do something different.

"Good morning, May," I said as I entered the kitchen.

"Morning, Peter... Breakfast is ready." She smiled as she put a plate of toast and eggs in front of me.

Wait! That's Aunt May?! She is freaking HOT! I couldn't help but stare at her for a second. Her red hair was tied neatly in a bun, and she wore a simple white dress, which showed off her curves. Damn! She is a MILF! Those boobs and curves... Fuck! This is the freaking MCU version of Timeline!

"Peter, Peter..." She waved her hand in front of my face.

"Huh? Y-Yeah, May?" I stuttered as I came back to my senses.
She chuckled as she put her coffee cup on the table, "Something on my face?"

"N-No, May. Everything is fine. It's just..." I paused, trying to think of an excuse. "I had a weird dream last night."

"What dream?" She asked as she sipped her coffee.

"It's nothing, May. Don't worry about it," I said as I started eating.

"You sure everything is alright, Peter?" She asked, concerned. "You have been acting strange since the morning."

"Haaa... It's the dream," I sighed with an awkward smile as my eyes fell on the calendar. It's 4th July 2014. That incident happened around 2016, and then those fuckers trapped me and turned me into their test subject. I have no idea how long I was in their captivity since I lost track of time. Anyway, 2014... 2 years in the past... Huh?

Fuck! I don't want to remember those painful days anymore, at least for now. And speaking of which, if I remember correctly, around three days from now, I bought a lottery in my past life. My number was 1838290099726, and the winner's number was 1838290099725. I lost by one digit. But what a coincidence, right? Reincarnated at the perfect moment, like some plot armor. Now, hope that it's still the same.

This time, I will make sure to buy that lottery ticket. Humm... Weird, how the heck did I recall some freaking lottery number from years ago? Photographic memory? Or, some kind of memory restoration? Whatever it is, it's handy.

"Was it bad?" She asked as she finished her coffee.

"It's the opposite. It was a good dream. I won a huge amount of money in a lottery."
She laughed, "A lottery? Goodness, Peter, you need to focus more on your studies."
I nodded as I finished my breakfast and stood up, "Don't worry. It's just a dream, and not to worry, I won't waste money on lotteries."

"Good boy," She smiled as she stood up, "It's already 7:40. You better not get late for school."

"Yes, May," I said as I quickly finished my breakfast. Then I went to my room, grabbed my bag and wallet, and made my way toward the front door.

"Bye, May," I said as I closed the front door behind me.

"Bye, Peter. Have a great day!"

If memory serves right, then the school bus won't be available for the next 4 days because the fatty got arrested for smoking pots in the school bus yesterday.

I walked to the bus stop.

It kinda feels weird. I am walking again like a normal person. How much have I dreamt of walking again after that fucking incident? I smiled as I boarded the bus. I took the window seat at the back. The bus moved, and I looked out the window, watching the buildings and people going about their business.

Speaking of the past, I don't recognize those brand ads and a few new buildings... Something looks weird. As for the rest, it's all the same. Humm... Is it really the past or the future? If it's past, then the past me should be still alive, or... Maybe this is an alternate reality!? Could be, yeah? 

Need to spend some more time before jumping to conclusions...

Maybe I will swing by my past house. Dad stopped visiting me back then. Although I was angry, I had these bad feelings... I hope he is doing alright. 

"What are you looking at?" A familiar voice brought me back to reality.

"Huh?" I looked up and saw the brunette taking a seat beside me. Her name is Michelle Jones-Watson. She is smart but kinda pokes fun at everyone... A sarcastic person, if you ask me. Besides, Peter has hardly paid any attention to her, and as far as I can recall, she hardly has any friends, and she is hard to approach.

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