Peter Parker || Spider-Man (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gangewifre) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} timerift_log,@ 2022-04-10 12:43:00 |
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Who: Peter Parker & Tony Stark
What: Are you who I think you are?
Where: Huddol Street
When: Backdated to April 7th
Warnings: No Way Home spoilers, probably.
Peter had sort of assumed the whole 'hole in the multiverse' situation was the kind of thing that only happened once. Definitely to one person, anyway. Definitely definitely in the space of three months.
So it had been a bit of a surprise to climb in through the window of his apartment, and emerge on a street in Cardiff in 1999. He was just glad he'd had a change of clothes in his bag.
The wizard (obviously there was a wizard. There was always a wizard) who had met him had seemed about as baffled as Peter felt. There had been a little while where he'd had to try and convince the guy that he wasn't 'Mr Potter' - whoever that was - but eventually he'd been pointed in the right direction, with a new phone and a few scraps of information. Now Pete was wandering down what had to be the most insane street he'd ever seen, torn between flicking madly through his journal and staring at everything going on around him. It was only the familiar, tingling feeling lurking under his skin which had prevented a major collision.
"Oops. Sorry," Peter muttered, for perhaps the fifteenth time, spinning sharply on his heel without breaking his stride, barely glancing up from the book at the figure he'd narrowly avoided bumping into. But it was during that glance that he spotted something. Or rather, felt something.
Peter's gaze snapped up so quickly that it almost hurt, and he whirled around. Where was... there. Journal forgotten, the young man broke into a run, easily dodging the other pedestrians and vaulting over a display of what looked like cauldrons in his pursuit of the rapidly retreating back. He bounded after him, his heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with physical exertion and everything to do with...
"Mr Stark?!" He yelled, a little too loudly. Without thinking, Peter threw himself forward and grabbed the man's elbow, forcing him to turn.