In which Peter Parker meets a female version of himself and is torn between universes. [COMPLETED]
Petra Parker is your friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl. No one knows her identity, or that she was bitten by a radioactive spider, or that she could...
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Darkness swarmed around her vision, dancing like clouds of smoke and swallowing her with a void of nothingness. As Petra's eyelids struggled to pull apart from each other, she returned to consciousness with heavy gasps.
For a second when she hadn't attuned her senses to the material world, she felt nothing. Then the wave of pain washed over her and she could list every cut, every bruise, every throbbing ache, and drop of blood.
All around her were smoke, debris, and fire. Petra forced herself onto her feet and limped forward, her eyes stinging from the acid in the air.
"May.." a strained voice called out.
Choking gasps for air came from someone else other than Petra, too. She walked toward the sound, still clutching her head, and limping on her ankle, but she found Peter.
He looked at Petra, his eyes traveling up and down to make sure she was okay before limping forward.
"May, May, I'm here," he managed to say.
Petra put Peter's arm around her to help him move forward. His Aunt May came staggering to him, groaning slightly with her steps. They collapsed into each other's arms and held firm, not wanting to lose the embrace.
"Are you okay?" Peter gasped, his voice thick with tears.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh.." Aunt May gasped, her voice revealing that she was obviously struggling.
They were both out of breath, their voices broke with pain, and were shaky on their legs. Petra slid forward slowly on her knees and supported May from the side. As her hand reached the woman's waist, May flinched and looked at her with fearful eyes. Petra stared back in shock as she felt a warm, sticky substance meet her fingers.
"It's okay," Peter said, trying to comfort his Aunt. "We're okay, right?"
"Yeah.." May breathed. Her gaze flew back to Petra with desperation in them, as if they were pleading her to stay quiet.
Petra nodded slightly and pressed in on the wound, trying to stop the blood flow.
"Just knocked my breath out," May gasped. "That's all."
"Yea, me too," Peter said, still clinging to his Aunt's arms.
His face was worn, covered in soot and char; his eyes were reddened and irritated by the smoke. Petra looked between the two, knowing how this moment would end far too well and was trying to push back tears. Sirens wailed in the distance like sorrowful voices, crying out in mourning.
