Hey everyone. Thank you for all the reviews! It really made me feel guilty that I hadn't updated in a while. But I have excuses! I didn't really want to continue until I'd seen Endgame, because depending on that was how I wanted to end this story, then came finals, and I only now just kind of got around to take up writing again. Thank you all for your patience!

It wasn't like Peter didn't like to have a laugh every once in a while. Mr. Stark constantly berated him, in fact, for his quirky one-liners and constant movie references when he was in battle. That was how he relaxed. Nonetheless, the battle on Titan put things into perspective. And, honestly, he wasn't sure how to cope with his losses when he was in the same room as a cartoon pig that, frankly, didn't seem to take the situation very seriously. He supposed he couldn't blame these alternate Spider-Men for not sharing his feelings, but absolutely nobody in the room, save for that old hobo version of himself, seemed to care about what was going on. Gwen, as he learned was actually her name, sort of seemed to understand him. She seemed to have some deep turmoil, but she also seemed as though she'd rather him keep his problems to himself. The hobo, too, didn't seem to be open about talking about his issues, as evidenced by his dad bod. But, beyond all that, was their treatment of Miles. They all reminded him of Stark, too afraid to lose someone rather than take a hand.

Peter inwardly cringed. He supposed that he did die, after all, which meant that Tony was right. Sure, he would have died if he hadn't gotten onto that spaceship, anyway, but he was sure that Tony would spin it around in his favor.

He shook his head. Joking, even to himself, about his own death just seemed too morbid. And, apparently, a different version of himself just died in this universe. The signs weren't looking too good, and he didn't want to tempt fate any further.

Suddenly, Miles burst into the living room. Peter sat up straighter in his seat.

"My uncle," the kid gasped.

"Hey, where have you been?" the hobo asked. He'd softened his voice when he talked to Miles.

"My uncle Aaron, he's the Prowler…" Miles started before babbling on. He seemed traumatized.

"He tried to kill me," he finished on. There existed a scared, terrified look in his eyes.

"Hey, hey, you're okay," the hobo further soothed him.

"Were you followed?" Gwen asked him.

"No, I don't think so," he answered.

That was very obviously the wrong answer. As soon as the words left Miles' mouth, Peter could sense danger in the air. Everyone leapt to their feet, situating their masks over their faces. The nanotech that Stark outfitted Peter's outfit with was much more advanced than any of these other Spider-Men.

There was a quick ringing of the doorbell before the door was thrown open. A plastic-looking arm thrust itself into the room, knocking the tea out of May's hand.

"Great place, real homie," the woman that the arm belonged to said as she hovered into the home.

"Oh great, it's Liv," May deadpanned.

Peter turned around to get a better look at his surroundings. Out of the back door stepped two other men.

"You know, in my universe, villains are a lot less obvious about it," Peter said. "Sure, there was that time at the airport, but then Captain America was considered a war criminal afterwards, so I mean-"

"Do you usually have the time to talk this much when you fight?" the woman asked with a grin.

"No, not really. In fact they get really mad at me when I talk. Especially Mr. Stark."

"You're utterly fascinating. I really wish I had the time to dissect you, but I believe you have something of mine," the woman said before she launched her arms in attack.

The battle devolved from there. Peter was reminded of his brief time working with such an expansive team. He wished that the first time he would have fought with such a large team would have been with the Avengers, but it was instead with Stark, the wizard, and those weird aliens. Now, this time, he was with a bunch of alternate versions of himself. Neither situation was what he expected. However, it seemed that this group of people were all fairly like-minded when it came to fighting.

Soon after, another villain entered the scene. He targeted Miles, of course, since he was currently in charge of the flash drive. This was, however, one of the first real battles that Miles had ever been involved in. When Peter was in Germany, he had the backing of Mr. Stark. Now, Miles had nobody in a crowd of himself. Peter pursed his lips before turning his attention towards backing up the kid.

The two of them were forced outside after the others had cleared the house. Little did Peter know what would happen next, even with his spider sense. And little did Peter know how traumatic it was to really be Spider-Man.