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yo, okay, so: hear me out

maybe i am going way too west side story with this, but i've really been thinking about it and does anyone think we could make a good show of family loyalty by some kind of stand against an opposing one???

obviously we don't have to REALLY hurt each other or anything, just, kinda, make it look like it. like a flash mob only with less dancing. unless you wanna dance and i guess then i wouldn't stop you i am just not sure how many points you'd get with the big guns with dance moves. unless they're really good dance moves. or the other families seem more into that sort of thing but lionetta is kinda not that vibe just saying wait what was i saying

right. flash mob. that's like, more of an actual mob. only with fake fighting. like wwe. just maybe don't hit anybody with chairs. or maybe you can, just ask first?

y/n/peter that is a seriously terrible idea? i dunno it was just a thought and i guess now that i thought it with my earpiece in all of you have to hear it sorry about that

oh yeah my name is peter, so, uh, hi i guess.

( and with that, Peter either physically took out his ear piece or spontaneously managed to stop thinking. I don't know about you, but I'm really guessing it wasn't the second one. )

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( this level of suspicious questions about exactly where he lives from a stranger would generally be unsettling. if Peter hadn't already discussed with another Peter that some people might recognize him just from his name.

which is pretty vague, except for the fact Quill namedropped one person in particular. )

wait. stark. like, er, tony? tony stark?

( so that wasn't an answer to your question at all, sorry Tony! )

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( Just when he's about to convince himself he's leaping to conclusions, like a sad and, frankly creepy, old man... )

In the flesh. Little trouble remembering, Mr. Parker?
What year did you come from?

( Yeah let's roll right back around to Sad Old Man, dammit. )

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i mean, no? but as far as you're concerned, maybe.

( what the FUCK does that even mean, Peter??? that's only gonna make Tony's Sad Old Man worse! )

it was 2014 for me. but i don't think that's the problem. peter quill, uh, you... know him, right?

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I am familiar with Mr. Quill, yes.

( 2016 though, that's two years before he met Peter, and suddenly his protective instinct goes into overdrive, because )

Wait, so you're twelve? Jesus, kid, are you by yourself?

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what? no. no no. i'm 19.

( there had to have been just 100s of ways to break the news to this guy better. and Peter isn't bound to make things better because it all comes out in word vomit format. sorry Tony. )

did he tell you? about me? i mean, i am peter parker. but i'm not who you think i am, either. i've never even heard of a tony stark. or i have, but only because pq told me you were here. because you knew me. or, the other guy that has my name and my powers but isn't me. i really don't know how it works yet because honestly it's weird having people recognize me for some guy that's not me. i'm sorry i'm not the right one.

...are you okay because quill told me you were in the infirmary. i thought about going but then i thought maybe it would make you feel worse and i didn't want to make things worse so i didn't.

audio; private

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Multiverse.

( ...is that it? Well no, because he's busily chewing on the implications. I'm sorry I'm not the right one hurts unexpectedly, the matter-of-factness, the acceptance as Tony wrestles with his own immediate, complicated swell of disappointment.

He isn't the "right one", but he's still Peter Parker, he's still Spider-Man, he's still a kid who dreams big and rushes explanations like his thoughts run too fast for him, and here he goes, thinking of others over himself, too. Just like the right one, like the kid he got to see for all of a handful of minutes, on a battlefield trillions of miles away.

Tony honestly thinks he might cry, the way his face heats and his eyes burn, like he hasn't enough already over the course of this whole trip, and scrubs a hand across his face with a slow sigh. Checks himself, again, and continues smoothly, )

Different universe, different timeline. Everyone here I know from home has a similar deal going on. You're just a little more removed from our bullshit. Which, I gotta tell you, is probably a good thing.

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( Peter really doesn't like audio. yes, text means it's a landslide of 8 million thoughts trying to find purchase at once, but somehow that's less awkward than audio. with a stranger. a stranger that knows him. a stranger that knows a different him, and him all at once.

but considering the circumstances, Peter doesn't feel right hiding behind text. Tony sounds measured, careful. a little sad. and not at all familiar. Peter wishes he was. )

Multiverse. Apparently. Like, string theory and multiple spider people seems like way too on the nose, you know? But here we are. ( his thoughts are slightly more contained when he's forced to voice them — but only by so much. ) I guess. PQ has told me about it, a little. ( Peter clears his throat. he doesn't want to say out loud he heard about another version of him dying. still too weird. ) It doesn't sound all bad. Back home, it's just me. It'd be nice to have a guy with rocket boots around to help out. Or people that can handle knowing about me without... without...

( Peter trails off. he already blurted this out to Quill, and it still feels too raw to try it twice. ) I don't know. ( translated: I do know, and don't want to talk about it. )

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( Without catching the fallout, Tony thinks, because that's a struggle he's known, too. Without the ones you love getting hurt.

Man, his heart just breaks for this kid. Peter's got May, but it didn't sound like she knew anything about his powers- or did she? Is he afraid because the worst has already happened? You don't know that either, he checks himself, severe. )

Here we are, ( Tony clears his throat and helpfully circles back around, respecting Peter's privacy. )

Look, do you need anything? How's your suit holding up?

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I don't really know how ties work so that's been kinda weird, but uh, the guy that watches the lobby feels bad for me and ties it sometimes.

( a long beat. )

Oh. That's not the suit you mean. ( it remains Weird to have people directly talk to him about spider-stuff. ) It's... uh, fine? It came with me in good shape, so.