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PETER!

Five more minutes. Just five more minutes. Whoever was yelling could wait.

I swatted blindly at the air, hoping to silence the noise like I was hitting snooze on a particularly aggressive alarm clock.

PETER!

Oh, for—

I jerked upright, instantly regretting it as a sharp pain hammered through my skull. My vision blurred, colours smearing together like a badly rendered video game.

As it cleared, I caught sight of something round and was that a bear? A stuffed bear? Pointing?

Well, that's not ominous at all.

Then, following its gesture, I locked eyes with a woman radiating the kind of fury usually reserved for supervillains delivering monologues.

"Parker!" she snapped. "How many times have I told you not to sleep in my class?"

…Parker?

Who the hell is Parker?

"Are you even listening to me?!" she barked, clearly not happy with my silence.

"Absolutely, Miss… uh.." I stalled because my brain was currently buffering.

She huffed. "Out. Now."

Oh, thank God.

I didn't argue. My head was pounding like a bad dubstep track, and picking a fight with an angry teacher in front of an audience? Hard pass.

Hand pressed to my temple, I made my grand exit, ignoring the curious stares.

I wasn't in my room. I was in a school.

My head throbbed again, worse this time, and I barely made it a few steps before dropping to the floor, gripping my skull like I could squeeze out the pain. I bit my tongue to stop myself from screaming. No way was I letting that woman catch me like this.

Seconds later, the pain vanished. Just gone. Like a switch had flipped.

"What the—" I muttered, still panting.

"PARKER!"

I flinched.

"Sorry, Miss!" I called, scrambling away.

I pressed a hand to my face, then slid up my sleeves, checking my arms, my body. Something felt… off.

And then it hit me.

I transmigrated.

Oh.

Wait a minute. Parker. Peter Parker.

Oh, fuck.

I transmigrated into Peter Parker.

And just like that, the pain started again less intense but still there. Memories ones that weren't mine but were now flashed through my head. Peter Parker's life. His childhood. His struggles.

Orphaned young. Raised by his aunt and uncle.

Except here's the twist.

Uncle Ben ,why did I call him Uncle?, died two years ago in a car accident.

Aunt May passed away five months ago from stress.

Now Peter was living alone, finishing high school, working part-time. He still had enough money for school and groceries, but not enough to survive long-term.

Okay, deep breaths. No need to panic.

I mean, sure, I woke up in a new body, my skull felt like it had been used as a drum solo, and my life just got hijacked by someone else's tragic backstory but hey, it could be worse.

Like, way worse.

At least I wasn't some random background extra doomed to be cannon fodder. No, I was Peter freaking Parker.

Which meant ding ding future me was going to be Spider-Man.

I rubbed my temples as memories kept flooding in. And wow, were they a ride.

For starters, this wasn't the MCU. Or if it was, it had taken a hard left turn off the script.

Mutants were a thing. The Fantastic Four were already out there doing their thing. Iron Man had been around for a while.

Which meant I was smack in the middle of some comic book AU.

And if that was the case? Then Purple Sweat Potato wasn't even in my top ten problems right now.

But honestly? Why was I even stressing?

I was Peter Parker. A super-genius. A future web-slinging, wall-crawling menace to society.

Sure, I didn't have powers yet, but that was a minor detail.

The important thing?

I was going to be Spider-Man.

And that? That was awesome.

Of course, before all that, I had to follow protocol and check if I had any kind of system, like in fanfiction.

System.

Silence.

Alright, not panicking. Yet.

I squinted at the ceiling, willing some kind of blue holographic interface to pop up. A floating screen. A robotic voice. A ding sound. Anything.

"System?" I tried again, this time whispering it like a secret password.

Still nothing.

Okay, time for Plan B.

"Alright, mysterious entity that sent me here," I muttered under my breath, "if you could not screw me over by dumping me in a superhero world without cheats, that'd be great."

No response.

I sighed. Maybe I should try the classics.

"Status."

Nothing.

"Menu."

Nope.

"Inventory."

Nada.

"Help?"

Still nothing, but now I just felt desperate.

I ran a hand down my face. "Cool, cool."

Just as I was about to accept my fate, something flickered in the corner of my vision.

[Initializing…]

I froze.

Oh.

Oh, hell yes.

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