Peter has really enjoyed being stuck in the wrong universe. Not for the differences, as there aren’t really many. The main one is probably that his universe is slightly more technologically advanced, though it’s not by much. What Peter likes about being stuck here, is the company. Had their roles been reversed, he thinks he’d probably still feel as happy as he does now. Because happiness is something he is actually feeling, surprisingly.
He absolutely loves being with the Other Peter, Peter-Two. Or PT, as the best nickname Peter could think to give him, Parker being next. It feels absolutely fantastic having a friend again, someone he can actually talk to, and mess around with. Having somebody like him, who he doesn’t have to worry about losing. Doesn’t have to worry about keeping safe. They can swing around the city together, and it’s an amazing experience.
Well, for the most part. PT keeps insisting that they figure out a way to send Peter home, lest the tear reality or something. Not that they even know how the multiverse works. Although, despite the issue being brought up at least once every day, neither have made any effort to start figuring things out. Not even basic research - if they could get any research at all, because does anybody know anything about the multiverse here anyway?
It's probably because neither of them wanted Peter to leave, especially not himself. He doesn't have anything back in his universe but misery.
Besides that, if Peter did end up leaving, that would more likely than not mean an end to their relationship. How could long distance work across different universes? Unless they created a way to cross dimensions as much as they pleased, it wouldn't work out. And of course, neither of them particularly wanted an end to come to this.
Just in case anything were to happen, however, Peter had been saving memories. In the best way he could.
While PT and him aren't busy, sitting on a rooftop after a round of patrol, Peter pulls his (very cracked) phone from his pocket. Yes, he has pockets on his Spider-Man suit. Never know when you might need them, after all. Plus, he's a photographer, and as such always likes to have a camera on him. A phone may not be spectacular, but he can't really put his proper camera in his pockets or swing about with it around his neck. So, he opens up the camera on his phone, holds it out to get both him and PT in the frame, and takes the shot.
This grabs PT's attention, as he turns around to look at Peter. "Ok, you keep doing that. What exactly are you doing right now?" he asks, as Peter quickly takes another shot.
Peter shrugs, going to preview the images. "Y'know. Getting some pics, 'cause this is wild. Two Spider-Men? Multiverse? Incredible. And I wanna have something to remember you, for when I inevitably get sent back to my universe. So, selfies," he explains, grin growing wider as he speaks.
"Ah," PT nods, then an unsure look crosses his expression. He points to the phone in Peter's hand. "I thought that had to be facing the other way to take a picture, though?"
Peter looks up from his phone. "No, it-" he stops himself, getting hit by sudden realisation. "I was taking selfies." He waits for PT's expression to change. It remains to lack understanding. "You know what that is, don't you?"
PT clears his throat, looking away. "Umm... From the way you're looking at me, I feel like I should."
Peter can't help the snort that escapes him. "Oh my god. You are such an old man!" he teases, playfully hitting the other on the arm.
"I'm 39?" PT replies, to which Peter's eyes widen.
"Are you?" he questions, staring at the other in surprise. When PT nods, like he thought that should be obvious, Peter falls forward over the ledge of the building. Being overdramatic as he is, sometimes. He sticks himself to the side of the building about two meters down.
Concern radiating from him, PT looks over the ledge to Peter. "Are you ok?" he asks, pitch raised by a couple of octaves.
"Yeah, yeah. Fine. I'm sorry, it's just... You do not look 39."
"Oh how kind of you, thanks."
"No, no, I don't mean it as a bad thing. It's not bad at all, you look great, in fact! Amazing. Just... not 39..."
PT shakes his head with a sigh, fighting back the obvious smile and pretending to look offended. It makes Peter's heart flutter, and he smiles back. He gets back to his feet, walks up the side of the building, sitting back beside PT. Swings an arm around the other's shoulders and shuffles in closely.
"I thought you were, like, 44 or something? I dunno. You look amazing, anyways."
"Mm-hmm. Thank you."
A comfortable silence settles over them, where Peter rests his head on PT’s shoulder, shifting his arm to hook it through PT’s and lock their fingers together. Peter enjoys listening to the other’s heartbeat when he’s this close, finds it soothing.
After about a minute passes, PT breaks the silence. "So, what is a 'selfie' anyway?"
"Oh, man," Peter tsks, shaking his head. "It's just what people say for when they take a picture of themself, that's all. How can you not know that?"
PT shrugs. "I dunno. I haven't really got as much of an understanding on all this new tech as you do, I suppose. And as you said, I'm old."
"Ok, you're not that old, and besides. There are people much older than 39 who know how to use a smartphone." Peter waves the phone in front of PT's face, to which the other rolls his eyes and pushes it away. "So you're just a technophobe."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't that mean I just hate technology? I don't - I find it fascinating. I just don't use it like you do."
"Like everyone else does, you mean?" Peter shifts his head in order to look at PT's face, and the guy's expression looks a mixture of amused and offended.
"All right, I apologise for not having the chance to adjust to all this new tech."
"Aww, PT." Peter wraps his other arm around PT, snuggling in closer and resting his head on the other's shoulder. "Listen, there's nothing to it, ok? I'll show you how to work a smartphone."
"I know how to work a smartphone!... At least, basically."
And Peter can't help chuckling at that. He drops an arm, so he can take PT's hand instead, weaving their fingers together. He sighs, content, and presses a kiss to PT's neck. It elicits a slight shudder and a pleased hum, so Peter does it again.
"You're ridiculous..." he mutters against PT's neck.
"How am I-" he cuts himself off with another sigh. Peter takes that chance to kiss him another time.