Ultimate Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man

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Ultimate Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman Chapter 1: This Isn't Home.

Be careful what you wish for.

An age old quote that may never lose its significance and relevance as it is almost a universal mantra shared and known by all.

That's what happened to one Peter Benjamin Parker when he came to the Sanctum Sanctorum, the home of the world renown surgeon turned sorcerer Doctor Stephen Strange.

Peter Parker, otherwise known as Spider-man, was going through a personal turmoil that couldn't be conveyed properly into words.

His secret identity as the wall crawling vigilante protector of New York was ousted by a man named Quentin Beck AKA Mysterio and in that revelation, his whole life was thrown into complete disarray.

Privacy was thrown out the window coupled with the whole world basically breathing down Peter's neck now that they knew who he was. He couldn't walk down the street without being either heckled or cheered at.

He got his newly made black and red suit covered in green paint by a random Mysterio sympathizer and needed to utilize his original blue and red suit Tony Stark had first given him.

Since the reveal to the public about his identity, Peter had been living a life of constant blacks and whites.

People either loved and cheered for him or downright despised and jeered him.

Very few middle grounds.

It didn't help that even when he was home, there were three or four damn helicopters floating a few feet away from his windows.

Publicity was one thing.

That much he figured he could handle.

But then came the effects of his closest friends and family being affected by their association with him.

His best friends were constantly harassed by all, supporters and detractors, demanding they tell them what they knew about him.

Happy Hogan, his unofficial "chauffeur" had the possibility of facing legal action due to him being such a long standing supporter of his superhero career.

Worst of all, his beloved Aunt May nearly lost FEAST, a non-profit organization that she ran for the sake of those affected by the catastrophic universal event known as the Snap.

The snap that erased half of all life in his universe.

But that's a story for another time, one well-known by all.

Right now, Peter was experiencing pain, madness and utter confusion of the highest degree.

How did he get here you may ask?

Well, in response to the madness his life had been thrown into, Peter drew inspiration from a Halloween decoration that made him think of a man with reality warping abilities.

Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer from the Masters of the Mystic Arts.

He hoped that with Strange, the Master Sorcerer would be able to use his magic to perhaps undo the damage Mysterio had done to him by making everyone forget he was Spider-man.

And at first, Stephen was all for it.

They fought together for the Battle of Earth and really, the Universe against the Mad Titan Thanos with the Avengers and all their allies and friends and won.

Strange was also sympathetic to Peter's plight, understanding that he's just a teenager, not an adult like the heroes that had come before him.

But in that came the problem.

He was still just a teenager, a kid by all accounts and when Strange enacted a spell that would erase everyone's knowledge that Peter Parker was Spider-man, it made the teen hero begin to panic.

Parker wanted to make sure that his friends and family and other heroes he had met remembered him at the very least then at the cost of the whole world forgetting him being Spider-man. In that, he began to ramble and list off those who he wanted to remember him in the middle of Strange's brainwashing/memory wiping spell.

And thus returns the phrase of "be careful what you wish for".

With Peter having repeatedly butted into Strange's spell, multiple glyphs and runes began appearing in the incantation that actually began affecting the area around them.

It got to the point that Strange vocally shouted for him to stop until the spell went completely haywire.

Stephen desperately tried to contain the spell and make sure nothing went crazy yet an unforeseen circumstance occurred.

Strange's spell still went into effect, having that Peter's dual identity would no longer be known.

But not in this world.

Dr. Strange saw Peter fall into a seemingly endless abyss as the world around them fell apart and Parker's last sight of the former Neurosurgeon was the utter panic and horror he had, throwing his hand out to try to catch the falling teen hero with one of his eldritch whips.

Instead, Peter plummeted into a seemingly endless plain of infinite realities, falling through seemingly multiple worlds all at once or simply flying by them at the very least.

He felt himself being ripped apart and put back together over and over again.

Both his suits in which he wore did little in helping alleviate this craziness as he fell further and further into the endless expanse of the multiverse.

In his fall, Spider-man saw endless realities, infinite universes, multiple dimensions.

Some seemed familiar as he saw the Avengers fighting alongside other heroes he had never seen before all bearing an X logo on their uniforms.

There was another group of heroes from the way they were presented numbering a total of Four.

He then saw himself fighting alongside the Avengers in what appeared to be a galactic war with aliens and humans wielding laser swords.

The next was of him attending a school with Earth's Mightiest Heroes as instructors and he appeared to be a student there with other teens around his age. A lot of girls though. Insanely beautiful ones from the looks of it.

Then came one's he didn't recognize.

It looked like an alien planet with a heavy emphasis on green, with a large symbol shaped like a lantern.

Another was of seven powerful looking individuals with their forms shadowed as the sun rose behind them.

And then there were those that he couldn't even begin to comprehend.

This… this was the endless expanse of the Multiverse.

The only calm thought that drifted through Peter's mind as he continued his plummet through this seemingly never ending insanity.

He didn't know where he would end up landing but frankly, he was tempted to take anything right now.

"Please!" Peter shouted to whatever heavens above or any that he passed by. "Just make it stop already~~~~!"

And like that, his vision went dark, the sensations of the multiverse finally overwhelming his senses and knocking him out clean.

With that, the wall crawling, web-head superhero didn't see the universe he fell through nor was he aware of its "gateway" not closing behind him until a number of other lights streaked through after him.

All the way back in the universe Parker had fallen from, Dr. Stephen Strange stood alone in the undercroft of the New York Sanctum.

Strange was breathing heavily whilst looking around desperately at his surroundings.

"Parker?" He croaked out. "Peter, can you… hear… me…"

He felt utterly foolish in asking but he just couldn't help himself.

Slowly, the Sorcerer turned his head to a singular orange multi-shaped crystal with a glowing yellow sphere bouncing about within.

The spell that had gone out of control was thankfully contained but…

The cost may have been more than anticipated.

Strange gazed upon the captured magic with a forlorn and sobering gaze.

Whatever anger and frustration he may have had in the middle of the spell towards Peter was wiped away as his own actions began to settle in.

He was all too eager to utilize a spell that would have wiped the minds of the entire world without either of the two participants considering the consequences.

Worst of all, Strange berated himself as he was the adult in this situation yet perhaps if not definitely acted more childish than Parker.

And Parker just wanted to get a semblance of normalcy back and now…

"Oh God." Strange muttered, a sick feeling developing in his stomach as what had just happened began to set in with the man.

As one man formerly within the field of medical practice started to come to terms with and figure out how to undo his mistake, another in a similar field in another universe was having their own quandaries.

In another reality, a young girl of around the age of seventeen was currently in a nurse's office that had equipment strewn about the whole room.

She was fretting about what to put away, what to take, throw away and suffice to say, she looked stressed yet somehow determined all the same.

Her appearance was that of a nurse, consisting of a pale, pink short-sleeved shirt with a white collar and puffed sleeves with white trims. A short, pale blue and slightly wrinkled pleated shirt was seen underneath along with a white apron that's tied behind her back via a ribbon.

On top of these garments, she wore bandages around her left forearm and hand, save her fingers and on her right leg from her mid-thigh to above her ankle with a sole bandage on her left kneecap with White Loafer rounding out her clothing.

Her skin was fair, slightly pale and she had long, choppy and uneven hair that appeared to have been cut with little to no coordination. It extended all the way down past her fingertips though those seemed to be only parts of her hair. She also had bangs that were additionally cut on different levels, adding to her asymmetrical hair.

She had pale gray-mauve eyes that seemingly conveyed a constant sense of anxiety if not outright tears due to how they glistened.

Though her appearance was meek and timid, she currently managed to keep calm as she diligently organized the office, muttering to herself constantly.

"Mikan."

The young girl jumped, letting out a cry of fear, turning around to see an adult standing at the doorway in the office.

It was a middle aged woman who shook her head at the reaction with a slight tinge of amusement.

"I'll be heading home now." She informed the teenage nurse. "I'll leave the rest to you to close up shop."

"Y-yes, Doctor." Mikan Tsumiki muttered out nervously, shooting the doctor an unsure smile.

Said doctor snorted, turning to walk away as she mumbled to herself.

"Doctor, she calls me. After high school, she'll be a higher ranked doctor than me." She whispered, her comments going unheard by Mikan.

The trembling and overly nervous nurse resumed her work as she organized all the equipment in the office until the sun had set.

In that time, Tsumiki hadn't realized that not only was it nighttime, but it was also unusually cloudy as well.

Upon exiting the clinic she worked out of, a clap of lightning boomed across the sky, eliciting a terrified shriek from the nurse.

She had to repeatedly breath and pat her chest to calm herself as she had realized that it was just lightning and nothing dangerous. Then again, in her frightened state of mind, it started listing off medical cases of lightning striking people that led to memory loss, burns, nerve damage and an assortment of other health related issues.

Maybe it was better to get home sooner rather than later.

She began walking a little later, flinching at the sound of thunder going off every now and then as she hurried her pace.

At an off chance glance, Mikan had looked up into the cloudy skies and momentarily froze.

Her eyes widened considerably with fear and trepidation at the sight of the clouds swirling about in the air, almost as if a tornado or a hurricane was about to form.

Now Mikan certainly wasn't a meteorologist by any stretch of the imagination but it was currently summer at this point with "hurricane" season in this part of the world being over for the most part. Tornadoes are also exceptionally rare, with no less than two dozen at most that never lasted long on this island nation.

So to see a swirling mass of clouds seemingly in what most would assume to be the start of a tornado or hurricane was concerning to say the least.

Mikan was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she failed to realize the flash of lightning occurring overhead.

What did snap her out of her thoughts was the bolts of lightning that came down from on high.

Unable to move, Tsumiki screamed aloud and threw her hands up defensively as she waited for inevitable doom.

An overreaction, one may think to be sure but not unwarranted as multiple lightning bolts began striking the area around her.

In particular, an alleyway to her immediate right caused a cacophony of noise that momentarily rattled her hearing.

Wincing, she looked around her to see that she had come out unharmed. Breathing out a sigh of utter relief, Mikan took another moment to see what else had happened.

More specifically, she was looking to see if anyone had been around her that may have been hurt or afflicted in any way shape or form by this freak lightning show.

It was too unnatural from what Mikan had observed, having never seen anything quite like it.

Lightning can be volatile, unpredictable and destructive but this felt unusually different.

There was a feeling of static permeating the air around her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand upright and her long hair feel a bit frizzy.

*K-TINK*

Tsumiki froze up, body rigid as fear momentarily overtook her senses.

Despite all this, she slowly turned towards the alleyway from where the sound came from.

There was another sound that came from the alleyway followed by an audible groan of clear discomfort and pain.

With that, Mikan found herself walking towards the alleyway in a hurried fashion upon possibly hearing someone in serious need of medical attention.

Entering the slightly darkened alleyway, the young teens' eyes trailed around for a moment until spotting a body slumped up against a wall.

Gasping, she saw a young man, possibly around her age, leaning against the wall with his head hung down and clothing torn. By his side was a backpack that looked weathered and beaten yet relatively intact.

He was a foreigner given his appearance and appeared to be seriously injured.

Possibly.

Though his clothing was torn up, Mikan spotted an odd black and red pattern beneath his clothing.

Taking a step closer, she was able to identify the teen far better now that she got a better look at him.

He was Caucasian with a rather pleasant appearance topped with brown hair.

As she edged closer to him, Tsumiki froze up upon seeing the teen appearing to come to his senses as he let out a soft groan and his head began shifting about.

But it seemed that it was a vain attempt in regaining consciousness as he instantly flopped to the ground and let out a moan of pain.

Mikan immediately sprang into action, fretting over the stranger whilst gently prodding his body.

She picked up on a number of injuries riddling his form and panic arose before a cool calmness came over her.

He needed medical help right now and she was going to do just that.

It's just… how was she supposed to carry him?

She didn't want to drag him anywhere long and didn't want to take care of his injuries in this alleyway. That was completely unsanitary.

Scrunching her face up in determination, Mikan knew what she had to do.

She first took his backpack and slung it around her shoulders before focusing on him.

With all the power she could muster, she hefted the teen up by grabbing him from beneath his arms and began dragging him back towards the clinic she had just closed just a few blocks down from here.

'I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry.' She repeatedly rambled in her head, feeling completely inadequate in dragging this poor teen to her clinic.

The young nurse wanted to call for help but that would make her more of a burden then she already was and people would hate her.

Eventually, with great effort on her part, Mikan successfully got the teen back to her clinic and managed to lay him out on one of the beds so she could properly treat him.

She got most of his torn clothes off, setting them aside before looking at what he was wearing beneath his clothing.

It was a form fitting suit of some kind that appeared to be molded around his body. It was black and red in color with a spider emblem on his chest.

What was this?

Mikan looked at him from all sides, lightly tugging and pulling on the suit, trying to find a means in which to get this suit off of him.

Yet she found nothing which bewildered and frustrated her, a spike of self-loathing welling up.

How can she treat him if she couldn't get this strange suit off him? What use was her being the "Ultimate" Nurse if she was unable to utilize her talent?

Mikan shook her head, refusing to give up.

She examined him thoroughly this time, trying to understand what he was wearing and how to get it off of him yet still wound up with no idea on how to do this.

Feeling anxiety welling up within her, Mikan began panicking again as she feared that the more she delayed in her treatment of this poor teen, the worse off his injuries would become.

Rather than trying to find out how to get this suit off of him, Mikan opted to simply apply pressure to his chest area and see if she can pick up on any injuries beneath the costume.

She paid attention to his face, noticing several winces in his lower abdomen and waist and just as she pressed down on the spider emblem…

*CHSSS*

The skintight suit suddenly became very loose and slid off his form slightly.

Mikan gasped, realizing what she had done and hastily moved to get the suit off of him.

Thankfully, he wasn't naked underneath it all, wearing boxers but Tsumiki gaped in horror.

He was covered in wounds and bruises and that was just on the surface level.

What on Earth happened to him that made him sustain such injuries?

Pushing those thoughts aside, Mikan went over to a nearby cupboard and opened it to begin pulling out bandages and gauzes, setting them down on a small rolling table next to the bed.

With all that set up, Tsumiki started administering her treatment of the teen, applying gauze to areas that appeared to have garnered the most amount of damage before bandaging him up.

Whilst she was laser focused on the task at hand, once she had gotten halfway through patching him up, she failed to notice his head was moving around.

Just as she got to his face, his body suddenly seized up, his hands grabbing the sides of the bed.

Mikan yelped, jolting back from this abrupt action and heard the sound of metal creaking. Looking over at his hands gripping the sides of the bed he was laid out upon, Tsumiki's eyes widened considerably at the sight of the teens fingers digging into the metal and bending it with seemingly no issue.

But that appeared to only be the start of the astonishing sight before her.

His body suddenly began glowing or more specifically, runes began appearing around him that radiated a yellow-orangish light that caused him to writhe about in pain.

Mikan wanted to help him, truly she did.

However, what was happening before her was something that she was unable to comprehend, looking at the trembling teen until at long last, a crescendo had built up. The runes burst off his body and a wave of light exploded off of him, a small circle flying out around him.

Letting out a fearful cry, Mikan bent down into a crouching position with her hands over her head as the wave of light passed over her.

And like that, the room was silent.

The only thing that was heard was the inaudible fearful murmuring from the Nurse as she refused to look back up.

She remained crouched as she was for a few seconds until she realized nothing had happened.

The light show appeared to have ended and there wasn't a sound to be heard other than her own mumbling.

Cracking an eyes open, Mikan saw nothing amiss with the boy on the bed unmoving once more.

She hesitantly stood back up whilst looking around in all directions to see if anything may happen once again.

"Wh-what was th-that?" Mikan stammered aloud.

She had never seen anything like that in her entire life.

The teen in front of her literally glowed in a matter that she couldn't describe and quite frankly left her in stunned confusion.

Just who was it did she just bring into her clinic?

And how was it that he did what he did, be it consciously or subconsciously?

So many questions ran through her mind while standing over this stranger.

Hesitantly, Tsumiki reached forward and placed her trembling hands over the boy's forehead and cheek.

Nothing seemed to be out of place.

No fever of any kind or other conditions.

He seemed perfectly healthy other than some injuries he sported and… wasn't that bruising on his chest a deeper shade of purple a few seconds ago?

Mikan shook her head.

She was just seeing things.

That's what she told herself before realizing something.

She still didn't know just who it was that she had just saved.

Looking around the room, Mikan spotted the backpack she had found in the alleyway next to the teen that she had taken back with her.

Going over to it, Tsumiki quickly picked it up and opened the backpack.

Though it was an invasion of privacy on her part, the Nurse knew she should figure out just who this foreigner was. Maybe a phone or something that can reveal his identity and perhaps contacts of this boy's friends or family.

She blinked in surprise when she pulled out a mask at first followed by another suit similar to the one the boy wore only rather than black and red, it was blue and red with a different spider symbol on the back.

Shaking her head, she set the mask and suit aside and rummaged through the backpack again until she found a wallet. Opening it, Mikan pulled out a student ID of some kind and saw the name of the teen on her bed.

"Peter Parker." She said aloud to herself, glancing back at the unconscious teen.

Least he has a name for her to go off of.

Looking over his ID again, she saw that he was teen born in Queens, New York.

'New York?' Mikan internally thought to herself.

She had always heard about the city that never sleeps and had always been curious about visiting. It's a melting pot of all the world's cultures.

That still didn't explain why he was here.

He's quite a long way from home. Practically on the other side of the world.

Peter was still out for the most part so she would have to wait until he woke back up if she would be able to speak with him.

While most would assume there to be a language barrier, Mikan's upbringing had allowed her the benefit of learning several languages, English being one of them.

So now she would just have to wait until he woke back up to speak with him. Until then, she's just gonna look out for him and hope he wakes up sooner than later.

…

…

…

"Mmph."

Peter felt his head pounding as he slowly came to, shifting around on the bed he laid upon.

His entire body felt sore and slightly restricted.

With a grunt, he opened his eyes only to wince at the light that shined in his eyes, seeing spots now.

"Urgh." He moaned aloud. "Shouldn't have done that."

A light gasp was then heard off to the side.

"Oh my! You're awake!" Said meek and timid voice. "Please, don't move around too much."

"Wha-ow." Peter grunted, sitting up sharply, hearing a sharp squeak of terror.

"N-no, you can't move around too much!" Said the feeble female voice. "Y-you still have bandages on and y-your muscles have been strained! Lie back."

Rather than fighting against it, Parker acquiesced to her instructions and laid back, feeling fabric shifting on his body.

'Bandages?' Peter internally mused, figuring this to be the case. 'Did this girl patch me up?'

Opening his eyes slowly now to better adjust to the light, the New York native soon took stock of where he was.

It appeared to be a doctor's office, one he didn't recognize and… wait, is that Japanese? Better yet how is he able to read it?

"Please l-lie still." Said the same timid voice and Peter looked down to see a girl close to his age with pale skin, gray eyes and plum colored hair in a nurses outfit. "Your injuries are h-healing, quite fast actually, but that doesn't m-mean you should be moving around so much."

Taking a glance at his body, the web-head saw that he wore only his boxers but that a majority of his body was covered in patches and bandages.

Opening his mouth to speak, he breathed in only to go bug eyed slightly and begin to cough at the dry itch his throat gave him.

The nurse girl went into a slight tizzy, rushing over to a cabinet to grab a bottle of water for him to drink.

Offering it to him, Peter let out a strained, coughing thanks before drinking the entire bottle in one fell swoop.

He exhaled in relief, shooting the girl a grateful smile.

"Thank you." Peter said in a low voice. "I needed that."

The girl smiled weakly at the wallcrawler who grunted as he sat back up.

"W-wait! You sh-shouldn't be moving around like that so much." She said, voice trembling and a bit squeaky. "You're still hurt!"

"Story of my life." Peter couldn't help but blurt out as he swung his feet over to the side of the bed, feeling something odd on his calves.

Looking at what his leg just touched, Peter was surprised to see the metal frame was crushed and bent almost like someone had…

"Wait," Parker muttered. "Did… did I do that?"

Mikan blinked slightly as she glanced down at the deformed metal, shivering slightly as the recent display of raw power was vividly implanted into her mind.

"Y-y-yes." She stammered out, seeing Parker cringe.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" He asked apologetically. "I didn't mean to… actually, I don't even know what happened. Where even am I right now?"

"Um, yo-you, you're in J-Japan, Parker-San."

Peter gave her a bug eyed stare which only served to make her violently flinch, covering her face up with tears peeking out of the corners of her eyes.

"Waaaa~~" She cried out. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault! I just made you panic and now I'm making things worse by-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Peter nearly exclaimed, panicking now. "Hey, take it easy, calm down. None of this is your fault, understand."

The plum haired girl sniffled and looked like a fresh bout of tears were ready to fall which only served to further freak the Queens native out.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me." He said, quickly placing his hands on her shoulders and making her look at him right in the eye. "None of what's happened to me is your fault, understand? Whatever happened to me was out of my control and yours. What you did was help patch me up when I could have been left worse off. Do you understand?"

Her lip was still trembling and she still looked like she was about to bawl but the girl slowly nodded, making Peter exhale in relief.

"Alright." He said, exhaling a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. "Nice to meet you and thanks again for, you know, all this."

Tsumiki realized that she had another one of her emotional breakdowns and was about to have another one until she found herself staring again at Peters' brown eyes.

They were so… kind. Warm, inviting even.

She had never seen someone with eyes like his.

"Um… miss?"

Mikan gasped, tears once more threatening to spill.

"I'm sorry for staring." She cried out. "I know I'm a repulsive pig who disgusts you, I'm really-"

"Whoa, WHOA!" Peter managed to successfully interrupt her. "Where are you getting this idea? You're not a pig, you're really, really pretty and I-"

Peter found himself heating up in the face upon realizing what he just blurted out haphazardly because his seventeen year old mind was working in full effect now.

See, being a teenage boy that's going through his adolescence wherein he goes from boy to man makes him sometimes have thoughts.

Dirty thoughts, if you're wondering and when you're a growing teen with dirty thoughts, certain scenarios begin to come to mind for you.

And Peter, despite not knowing how or when he had gotten here, recognized that he was basically shirtless in a nurse's office. And in front of him was a nurse who happened to be extremely attractive.

Coughing into his hand, Peter shook his head to refocus on the matter at hand.

Finding out who this girl was and just where he was right now.

"Look, I just wanna know your name and where I am." The Superhero vigilante said slowly. "I'm Peter Parker. And you are?"

The nurse finally regained some semblance of normalcy though it seemed as though she would burst out crying at any given moment.

"I'm M-Mikan Tsumiki."

Peter smiled at her. "Nice to meet you Mikan. And again, thanks for patching me up. Must've been in a real rough spot if you had to bandage me up to this extent."

She blinked before she found herself laughing lightly. "It was no problem at all. I'm glad I was able to help you."

"Yeah, appreciate it." Parker earnestly said. "But uh, ya didn't answer my other question. Where am I right now?"

"Oh, you're in Bunkyo."

Peter stared at her silently for a few moments. "Bunkyo. Right… and where is that exactly?"

"Eh?" Mikan tilted her head. "Um, you're in Tokyo."

"Tokyo." Peter parroted. "I… am somehow in Japan."

"S-somehow in Japan?" Mikan wasn't quite sure what to make of this.

Before she was able to ask any further, she found herself jolting and fretting over the brown haired teen standing up.

"Wa-wait! You still need to rest and heal!" Mikan cried out worryingly.

"I can't do that." Peter grunted, spotting his backpack and his suit both variations of his suit laid out beside it.

He hung his head in defeat, slowly looking back at her with a forlorn expression.

"You saw all that." Parker stated more than asked as the answer was quite obvious.

"Ah~" Mikan squealed out, startling Peter. "I'm so, so s-sorry! I kn-know you're from N-New York. I saw you-your ID and I know it was a b-breach of privacy. I k-know, I know. I-I'm gutter t-trash and v-vile for-"

Peter didn't know where this intense self-loathing was coming from but he needed to stop it right now.

"Mikan!"

She felt his firm hands on her shoulders again, lightly shaking her out of her ramblings.

The nurse was staring into his eyes again, concern evident in them.

'Wait.' Mikan thought in disbelief. 'Is that concern for me? Why would he concern himself over trash like me? N-no, it must be for me looking through his stuff without permission. Yes, that's it'

"It's alright, it's ok." He slowly said, hoping she would calm down. "Just take a deep breath and relax."

It was a series of shaky ones that followed suit but at the very least, it appeared to have worked and didn't look like she was about to keel over from a panic attack.

"Are you ok?" He quietly asked, noticing she was still breathing a bit heavily.

Mikan nodded slowly, eyes trailing down to his body and widening a moment later.

"W-wait! I thought I told you still need to lie down and rest." She quickly said, her timid and fragile tone almost disappearing entirely. "You have multiple strained and pulled muscles and internal bruising."

The Queens native let out a shaky laugh. "Yeah well, not the worst set I've ever suffered through, I can tell ya that much."

"You still must rest." Mikan insisted, dropping any sign of her usual meek self. "I had never seen someone sustain such injuries such as yourself."

This was certainly a surprise and the complete opposite of what Peter had just seen moments ago. Here was a much more stern and forceful personality that came almost out of nowhere.

"Comes with my line of work, Mikan." He sheepishly said, rubbing his arm. "Besides, most of these injuries should be gone in a few hours, tomorrow at the latest."

"Wh-what?" Bewilderment was evident to see on her face and in her tone. "What do you m-mean?"

Peter was now scratching his hair for a second as he cringed at him blurting out information like that.

He thought about having his identity being exposed and all but-

Parker's expression changed, face becoming so serious in an instant, startling Tsumiki as she began murmuring apologies for whatever she presumes to have done to elicit anger towards her.

He tuned those words out as his brain began working a mile a second, running through his most recent memories.

Last he had checked, he was in the Sanctum Sanctorum with Doctor Strange, the Sorcerer promising to help Peter with his predicament in having his identity exposed.

But in his incessant rambling, the spell appeared to go completely haywire.

Next thing he knew…

The vigilante of New York grunted, clutching his head as a sudden headache came over him.

"Are you alright?" Mikan worriedly asked.

"Ye-yeah." Peter said, unsure of himself. "What… Mikan."

"Huh?"

"Where… where did you find me?"

"O-oh! Um, w-well, there was th-thunderstorm and l-lightning was going off everywhere." She stammered through her explanation. "One of the b-bolts hit an alleyway nearby a-and th-that's where I found y-you."

"Uh-huh." Peter rubbed his chin, mulling over this information in his mind. "What else did you see? Did anything else happen?"

Mikan thought about it for a moment before shaking her head.

"N-no, not much else."

Peter nodded, both in acceptance and appreciation.

"I take it after you found me, you dragged me here to treat me, right?" He surmised more than asked. "Won't be able to thank you enough for that. And how'd you pull that off dragging me here? Must be a lot stronger than you look."

These compliments were too much for her as Tsumiki felt her head begin to spin.

Peter saw this and couldn't help but be somewhat amused by this reaction. Seems this girl wasn't used to hearing praise like this.

But his thoughts went back to what he was trying to remember earlier.

What in the hell happened to him?

Did the spell misfire or something cause he sure as hell was certain that the spell didn't have anything to do with Japan of all places.

He walked over to his backpack and suits, ignoring the slight freakout from Mikan as he checked over his equipment.

All three suits were here and seemingly unharmed. His first, his own design and the Iron Spider neatly stored into his mask.

Thank you nano technology.

He had the Iron Spider suit make its way onto his wrist, a bracelet forming as he looked over his clothing.

"Well… dang it." Peter murmured, holding up his torn up shirt. He could still wear it but really, in his line of work, best to just put it out of its misery and toss it.

His jeans too.

So he only had his suits.

'Great.' Peter wryly thought. 'No clothes, not in my home country and completely unsure if the spell worked or how I ended up here.'

He looked over to Mikan who jolted slightly at the firm gaze he held.

"Wh-what is it?"

"Do you know what this is?" Peter asked, holding up his mask.

"U-um… should I?"

'So did the spell work?' He mentally questioned again. 'Or…'

Before he was able to dwell on his thoughts any further, he shook his head slightly at a sudden thrumming in his ears.

His head twitches to the side, the thrumming now becoming a ringing sound.

All around him, the world became blurred yet hyper focused all at once.

It was the tingle-sense again.

Wordlessly, Peter walked out of the room, the muffled 'eep' of a worried Mikan following after him as he allowed his sixth sense to guide him towards what it was warning him about.

He could hear her following after him, calling out for him to come back but he paid her now mind.

His sixth sense was overriding everything else, forcibly making him walk forward until he walked outside the clinic.

Standing outside now, the ringing mixed with the thrumming vibration was intensifying as he now closed his eyes, trying to find out just what his sixth sense was trying to warn him of.

Mikan had caught up to him and was standing in front of him, trying to get him to go back inside so that he could lay down again.

His eyes snapped open, inhaling sharply, ignoring Tsumiki jolting back slightly as he looked around him.

The tingle was reaching its crescendo as now, all he could feel was his warning sense screaming at him to be prepared to be attacked.

Peter froze, eyes widening for a brief second until they narrowed in an intense fashion.

Mikan was greatly thrown off by this, feeling his eyes burning a hole through her yet he looked away a moment later.

"P-Peter?" She quietly said, confused by this abrupt shift in behavior.

"Stay right there Mikan." He instructed, walking past her whilst pushing her gently towards the clinic door as he walked out onto the street despite not wearing anything other than his boxers and being bandaged up from head to toe.

She wanted to ask what was wrong but was stunned into silence at the sudden, literal materialization of another variant of his spider-themed around him.

It covered his entire body, including his head with two glowing lenses for his eyes.

"P-Peter-San." She whispered, eyes wide as she was unable to describe what she was looking at. Mikan was simply blown away by what he wore and more importantly, just how it appeared.

What was that?

It looked like it came from his wrist before it covered him from head to toe.

Was it a metallic suit because to her, it sure looked like it.

She watched as he moved his head around from left to right until he paused and the glowing lenses closed.

Were his eyes closed beneath the mask as well?

After a few seconds of an overbearing and tense silence, Peter's eyes snapped open and he backflipped away and towards Mikan, landing in a crouch in front of her.

She yelped, flinching back until she heard something heavy impact the spot where Parker had stood a few seconds ago.

It was large, scaly and something that could only be identified as not human.

What could only be described to be an oversized, humanoid reptile, stood before Spider-man and now shellshocked nurse who couldn't fully comprehend what she was looking at right now.

The creature stood upright, its large tail swaying slightly as the being slowly turned its head towards them with a human sneer once its slitted eyes settled upon the brightly clad superhero.

Peter was greatly unnerved, his tingle screaming at him that this was the danger that it was warning him about.

Not that hard really to deduce such a thing with how it was glaring at him.

"Hello, Peter." The reptilian snarled with a sharp toothed grin.

… And it knew who he was.

Lovely.

Peter tilted his head back slightly, catching sight of a terrified Mikan behind him.

He made sure to place himself between her and this new foe, hands raised slightly, both as a gesture of surrender but also as a means of aiming his web shooters right at this being.

"Um… hi?" Peter said, clearly unsure of speaking with him as he cautiously walked forward. "Do I… Do I know you?"

"Don't play coy with me Parker." The Reptilian hissed. "Where have you taken us?"

"I don't know what you're talking about man." Peter responded, briefly checking to make sure there was a good distance between himself and Mikan.

If things got ugly, he didn't want her to get caught in the crossfire.

"You interfered with my plans for human evolution." This strange creature screeched. "You will not be stopping me this time."

"Look s-sir, can I call you sir?" Spidey felt the familiar ringing vibration in his head, his muscles tightening as he readied himself for action. "I know you're probably really confused right about now. So how 'bout we just-WHOA!"

Peter backflipped away from the lunging reptile, the superhero landing in front of a terrified Mikan.

His lenses widened at the creature charging straight for and without warning, Parker scooped Mikan up into his arms and jumped up with his four mechanical spider legs popping out from the back of his suit and latching onto the building they were close to.

"Are you alright?" Peter asked in concern though he only got a dazed and shocked expression as Mikan was staring at him in wide eyed wonder and fear.

'Great, way to scare the hel-OH CRAP!'

His internal monologue was interrupted by the reptile monstrosity quickly scaling the walls and nearly taking a bite out of his foot.

"Sorry about this, Mikan." Spider-Man stated. "Just hold on tight."

Hearing her name seemed to break her out of her daze for a second, about to ask what he meant when she shrieked at him jumping high into the air again.

She threw her arms around him tightly, holding onto the hero with all her might as he began swinging away from the oversized lizard who pounced after them.

The girl had her eyes firmly closed whilst Peter jumped out with near ease despite having someone clinging onto him with all his might.

She heard the roars and snarls of the human Lizard who appeared dead set on getting to them.

"Look man-WAA-Can't we just-YIKES-talk like-AH-adults?"

"You had your chance, Peter Parker." The scaly humanoid snarled, baring its rows of sharpened teeth. "You're not going to be getting my way anymore."

"I don't even know you!" Peter shrieked, his metallic spider legs scaling up a wall while he had his arms around Mikan protectively.

He needed a place to set her down so she wouldn't get hurt.

Parker glanced around rapidly and cringed upon seeing other civilians having seen what was going on and were now either recording or pointing at them in shock.

'Oh come on, can't you guys run from danger?' Peter internally bemoaned, inhaling sharply as he dropped from the building he was attached to as the human reptile lunged forward at him again.

That thing had powerful limbs as it leapt up two stories and its clawed hands dug into the stone bricks with near ease.

"Ok, shouldn't be impaled by those." Peter couldn't help but say to himself aloud.

"I-Impaled?!" Mikan nearly cried out in horror, momentarily pulling her head back, eyes now wide open in fear at the thought of Peter being hurt.

"Shouldn't." Parker clarified. "Haven't been stabbed just yet."

"Y-Yet…" Mikan paled.

Peter flinched at his own words. He's really gotta watch what he says around Mikan about bodily harm it seemed.

"You're not getting away, Parker!" The giant Lizard roared, dropping down from on high.

Firing a web, he swung away a good distance from the monster though it made sure to pursue after him.

Still, he was a good enough distance away now that he was able to set Tsumiki down.

"Get as far away as possi-GAH!"

Mikan yelled in complete terror at the sight of the reptile tackling Peter to the ground, hands clenched tightly around the teens throat.

"Nowhere left to run." He snarled.

"Actually," Peter managed out despite being choked. "There's always a way out."

Since he was on his back, he mentally had his additional metallic limbs from his back push upward from the ground.

The motion surprised the scaly foe, giving Peter the chance to plant both his feet on his enemy's chest and kick him away.

Massaging his throat, he quickly checked to see if Mikan was ok, spotting her unharmed and went on the offensive.

He started by firing a quick series of webs that trapped both the feet and tail of the reptilian before blinding him.

With a spinning kick to the face, Peter began webbing him up entirely, encasing the humanoid lizard in a fell web cocoon. The creature violently struggled against his bonds and Parker spotted its claws growing which allowed him to cut free of the webbing.

"You think you can do that to me again, Parker?!" He roared bestially.

"Look Lizard." Peter was just gonna call him the Lizard right now cause really, it fits. "I don't even know who you are. Didn't you take a hint the first time?"

"If you continue to insult my intelligence Peter, you'll pay dearly." Lizard growled, eyes narrowing at the vigilante.

"How do you know me but I don't know you?!" Peter argued, getting really fed up with this argument.

"I guess some head wounds may help in jogging your memory." He hissed, teeth bared with Peter gulping at the sight of them.

"Can't we just talk like civilized animals?" Parker weakly asked. "Spider to Reptile?"

"Reptiles are known to eat Spiders if you are blissfully ignorant of that fact."

"Yeah, yeah, was kinda hoping you didn't know about that." Peter bemoaned before jumping into action.

Lizard lunged forward, arms and claws outstretched with Peter's additional pincers quickly blocking the attack.

He retaliated by delivering a quick series of punches yet his ankle was suddenly ensnared.

Peter looked down to see Lizard's tale wrapped around his leg and he was pulled forward with his neck being grabbed by his foe.

"You really like goin' for the neck, don't ya?" Parker managed to grunt out, struggling against the grip.

"Quickest way to end it." Lizard said with a menacing leer.

"Well that's the stuff of nightmares." Spider-man gurgled out, forcibly pivoting his body into a backflip kick, his sole meeting the Lizard's chin.

He recoiled from the strike, allowing Peter to follow up with a quick elbow to his chest followed by a roundhouse kick to the gut.

Lizard flew back slightly when he used his clawed hands and feet to skid to a halt before going into a run on all fours.

"Oh come on." Peter said, crouching down with his hand on the ground and the other raised above and behind him in a ready position.

As soon as the Lizard got in close, Peter jumped right over him, firing a quick number of webs to his four limbs and tails. He got the humanoid reptilian momentarily immobilized but he didn't stop there.

Accessing some web grenades, Spider-man tossed several small disks that exploded into large webs that surrounded and encased Lizard to make sure he couldn't move at all.

"Alright that should-"

"RAAAA!"

It appeared that the Lizard still had his mouth so he ripped and bit through the webbing until Peter fired some more webs to cover those chompers.

The Lizard continued to struggle until Spider-man figured there's no such thing as overkill.

Unleashing an entire cartridge of webs, Lizard found himself being completely unable to move, pinned down to the ground.

"Are ya good?" Peter asked, tilting his head.

Lizard, despite being pinned down, managed to lurch upwards against the webbing, startling Peter.

He instinctively fired another torrent of webs that reinforced the already encased reptilian.

Though the humanoid struggled against his bindings it appeared that this time he would be held down.

The New York native exhaled tiredly, taking a few steps back and massaged his neck and chest slightly.

"Jeez." He grunted. "Why'd ya have to choke me like that?"

"Peter!"

The superhero turned around to see Mikan rushing towards him, ignoring the small group of people that had gathered due to the ruckus he had caused in fighting this enemy.

He couldn't help but cringe slightly at her calling out to him with his real name but then again…

Honestly, he'd rather not dwell on it.

"Are you ok?!" She practically exclaimed, fretting all over him.

His mask retracted, his enhanced senses picking up on stunned murmurs, more to add to what they've already seen but he tuned them out.

"I'm fine, I'm-" Peter reared his head back with how close Mikan got to him, beyond worried now.

"You have a black eye!" She said, pulling out a gauze patch from her apron and immediately applied to the apparent bruise he had received in his scuffle.

"Ah!" Parker winced, feeling the medicinal patch being placed onto his eye.

"How's your neck? Is your chest alright? Are you having any problems breathing? Does anywhere else hurt? Are your other bandages still on?" Mikan questioned, reaching for his neck though she recoiled back at the fear of possibly hurting him further.

"Mikan, Mikan, easy now." Peter quickly spoke up. "I'm fine, trust me. This wasn't that bad."

"Wasn't that bad?!" Mikan squeaked. "Peter, he was choking you!"

'Jeez, she's so worried she's not even stuttering.

"Look Mikan, I-"

"Whoa…" Said a male voice from behind the webhead, the pair whipping their heads around to see a middle aged man in a white suit, matching fedora, green undershirt, black vest top and blue tie.

He had a thin mustache with a small goatee and messy blond hair.

"And I thought I've seen everything when it comes to Ultimates. But this? This is something else." The strange man said, looking down at the still struggling Lizard.

He then looked at the two teens and for a moment, Mikan squinted for a second until her eyes widened slightly.

"Koichi-sensei?" She said in recognition.

Said Koichi-sensei looked at Mikan briefly when recognition dawned upon his face.

"Ah, Mikan." He greeted her casually. "How are you? All set for Hope's Peak?"

"U-Um." The young girls poked her index fingers together nervously. "I-I-I G-guess."

"Super." Koichi said with a laid back smile. "Now then…"

The blond man then turned to look directly at the web-headed superhero with a more sharper and intrigued look.

"Mind introducing me to your friend here?" He asked.

"O-Oh, Um, th-this-this is P-Peter Parker." She nervously said, unsure as to what was gonna happen next.

She felt a pit forming in her stomach at the sound of police sirens in the distance that were growing louder and clearly in this direction.

"Peter, was it?" Koichi hummed aloud. "An American? What's a yank like you doin' all the way over here in the Land of the Rising Sun?"

Isn't that the question of the day.

"Uh…" Peter could only look down at the captured Lizard and then back up at the white suited man in front of him, trying to think of something to say.

In the end, cliches usually work.

"It's a long story. But… Can I make a few calls first?"