Peter Parker had no idea what had happened when the blinding light - hopefully heaven - had caved over him. It hurt for a split second then a euphoric high washed over his body, completely relaxing him.

Then all of a sudden there's a cold, prickling sensation that gets just beneath his skin, and nothing seems to matter more than the fact that he's cold and can't do anything about it.

It's not just cold, it's increasingly getting colder, but a rough fabric is now wrapped around him, and he can't do anything except what his instincts now tell him to do, scream in pain.

Well, at least it feels like he's going to scream until the noise actually comes out of his mouth, and it's more of a wail, a cry if you will. Not that he'd admit it to anybody he knew, never. But in a soothing sort of manner, some larger entity wraps their arms around his now abnormally small little body, and hushes him, ceasing his loud wail into a quite tremble.

He pries open his eyes and immediately shuts them, it's too bright. He tries a few more times and manages a small squint where he can still see, but just barely. It's hard to comprehend but somehow, he's managed to turn himself into an infant, when mere moments before he was just playing in Tony Stark's lab with Tony.

He can still recognise the spider-sense in the back of his mind, constantly nagging at him, so he at least retained that bit of familiarity and not just entered an entirely new body altogether. So it completely his body… just smaller than what he remembered.

From what he can see, there are two other infants, like himself, one by one being held up to a woman, who rasps outs a name as she eyes each of them. It's as if they were just born, and they were all being names. Wait, shit, that's probably the case.

Peter doesn't know how he got into this mess, but he assures you, he wants out. The humiliation of spending the next two years in nappies would probably kill him. Well, not literally, but still. He hopes this will never get back to any of the others ever. Tony would never get off his case if that was so.

"Luke," she says to the first child, which Peter doesn't know how but apparently she can tell its a boy. The next one she names Leia and oh shit. Peter can recognise his surroundings now and remembers when he watched the original trilogy with Ned.

He's in the fucking star wars universe, and apparently, according to what already happened, he is now the third kid to the Skywalker twins or triplets, he now supposed.

He's surprised when she rasps out his name to him, and it hadn't changed from his original name, except for the surname part of the equation, but that didn't matter. At least he didn't have to try getting used to responding to another name.

"Peter." It wasn't long until it played out almost exactly how the movie had, and her life faded away, there and then. It seemed he was in the hands of a ginger-haired Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"My wife and I always wanted a daughter… I'll take Leia, she'll be the princess of Alderaan." Obi-Wan nodded, and told Bail Organa that it was probably for the best if he did take her, and raise Leia as her own. Obi-Wan then proposed that Luke be raised by Anakin's stepbrother, Owen Lars, on Tatooine.

It would be a dustball of a planet, that Vader would probably avoid like the plague, due to his unsavoury past on it. Peter, however, had been sensed by Obi-Wan to be the most force sensitive out of them all and was to be raised personally by Obi-Wan to be a Jedi Padawan.

If he failed Peter, there would always be Leia and Luke as a backup plan, just in case.

"I'll take Peter myself. He will be trained. He can start his actual combat and lightsaber training when he's nine, but the meditations and study can begin when as soon as possible."

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5 years later.

Peter had finally gone through that super awkward stage and tried to dumb everything down to make it seem as if he were actually a child. Somehow, Kenobi had sensed that he had been holding back and told Peter to not hold back every time he'd ask a question.

"How does light speed work? If Einsti- my theory about Time Dilation is accurate (Energy = Mass times acceleration squared), which it should be since it makes perfect sense, how does somebody not age super slowly when they are constantly in light speed?"

Peter's questions were not that of a normal five-year-old child, but yet again, he was not a normal five-year-old child.

Kenobi tried to figure out an answer.

"I- I don't know, Peter. How about, if you meditate an extra thirty-five minutes today, I'll let you use a holo-pad so you can search it up."

Peter looked doubtful.

"It's my birthday today, can you just make a small exception? Please?" Peter tried, but Kenobi didn't give in.

"I already have a small surprise planned for you when we go to Mos Eisley today." Kenobi let slide, a little information.

Peter perked up, he hadn't ever had anything for his birthday before, as Jedi weren't supposed to receive gifts or repayment, and he'd just been moping around when he was begging before and hadn't expected anything to come out of it.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I think you just might like this gift."

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It was in the next few hours that Peter found out what his gift was. A friend. Apparently, the gift wasn't really Kenobi's idea in the first place, just begging from this kid's Aunt Beru made Kenobi cave in and let Luke meet Peter.

They were polar opposites. Luke had sandy blond hair, tan skin and blue eyes. Peter had a healthy white skin pigmentation, warm brown eyes and brown hair. Peter distantly heard Luke's Aunt say that Peter reminded her so much of their mother.

"I'm Peter-"

"I'm Luke-"

"Skywalker." They finished together, then looked Luke looked increasingly suspicious, squinting at his Aunt.

"Are we related?" His Aunt nodded, invitingly, hoping that they'd get along with each other. "How?"

"Tripl- twins, you are twins. Luke, you were separated because I can't afford to look after two kids." Aunt Beru explained. Luke nodded dumbly, just excited to find that he did have some immediate family alive after all. "You can only meet when you're both free though. Peter here is regularly busy with his traini- chores, and so are you, Luke."

Luke wasn't paying attention, he was too busy examining the boy across from him, who looked slim with lean muscles. Luke was always told that he looked like his father, so this boy must've looked like their mother.

"Our mum must have had brown eyes and brown hair…" Luke noted. Peter just raised his eyes, and didn't say anything. Although, Luke suggested they play a game, a ball game, well it was actually dodge ball but in this galaxy apparently, it was called something else, which Peter had never bothered remembering.

Peter looked at Kenobi, for permission to play the ball game, and Kenobi allowed it, on the condition he would be blindfolded. Immediately, Peter started to whine, he happened to like being able to see one of his all time idols, Luke Skywalker, as a child.

"Alright." He gave in, if he must. A few seconds after he put on the blind fold, he felt his spider-sense alert him of four items being thrown his way, and avoided three of the items, and caught the fourth.

He felt his instinct kick in and threw the items in the direction they came from, causing two yelps in surprise, and Peter flipped over a fifth object. He took off the blindfold when he sensed no movement from anybody else.

He saw Kenobi, looking at him shocked.

"Where did you learn to sense things so gracefully with the force, Peter? You need extreme trust in the force to do that."

Peter shrugged. He hadn't really trusted in anything except himself - and his spider-sense. Definitely his spider-sense. Kenobi was amazed, and seemed to think that his young apprentice was more powerful than he had imagined. And he believed that he would be powerful, after all the random flips Peter did every day.

This boy was powerful, even more so than Luke.

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