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"I lost... I lost Harper. My... She was my MJ. I couldn't save her. I'm never going to forgive myself for that."

"She.... She's here."

MAY DIED AND HARPER HAD NO IDEA HOW TO BE THERE FOR PETER, SO AS HE WAS ON THE ROOF OF THE HIGH SCHOOL THINKING, SHE REMAINED ON THE LAB.

If she didn't do this for him, she thought there was no point in all of this. He was just trying to help everybody. He was just trying to be a good person.

He was just being Peter Parker.

And she never gives her back to Peter Parker, never. Even if he wasn't the Peter she knew, even if he may never see her Peter again, she felt the need to do this. She felt the need to help him because... well, she knew there was no way she could survive that fall.

So, the place this Peter goes to get away from everything is his high school. Her Peter would go to the empire state. She kept saying her Peter. Her Peter would do this, her Peter would do that. She's not even sure she will see her Peter again.

But that's not what fate had for her, was it?

"Harper?" She heard Peter from this universe calling her, yet she was looking down to her notebook, giving her back to the door.

"I'm already half way there," she said, putting on her safety goggles. "I wonder if i'm other universe, chemical reactions are different. That would mess with my head entirely."

"Harper—"

"Anyway, I just one more minute for the antidote to cook in and we—"

When she turned around and saw why Peter was calling her, she was left speechless.

Because Peter was there, but also was her Peter.

"Harps?" He said, almost breaking down once he said it. His voice was cracking, his eyes were filling up with tears, yet he couldn't even blink. He was scared she was going to disappear.

It had been almost eight years since he had last seen her. It had been almost eight years since he stood up in front of her grave. It had been almost eight years since he almost caught her yet she slipped away from his fingers.

It had been almost eight years since he had heard her voice.

"Hey, Peter Parker," she replied back, softly, as he sprinted in her direction, picking her up from the ground, making her giggle softly. "Peter!" She hissed in pain.

He put her down, confused, and she pointed at him the wound in her ribs that the explosion provoked.

"What happened to you? Are you okay? Who did this to you?"

"I was thrown away by Osborn's glider. Sent me flying. I'm okay though."

He cupped her face in his hands, a smile growing. "I can't believe you are here. And... woah, you haven't changed at all."

"You have," she mumbled, looking at him. "Peter, how long have I been gone?"

He brushed her hair off his face, giving her a smile. "That doesn't matter right now, okay? Forget about it. You're here, with me, it's all that matters."

"Well, it kinda matters, you know? Clearly, the thing at the tower happened like a day or so ago for me. When we get back will I be sent to my original place in the timeline from where I was snatched from? Or I'll come back to the time from where you got snatched from? I mean, multidimensional reality is a concept of which I'm not familiar with, Peter. Is it been to long? How's Taylor? Did she grow up to be a singer like she wanted to?"

"Harps, calm down—"

"Peter, I died and came back to life. I have a lot of questions."

"And I'm sure we can answer them later," another guy said, one that Harper had never seen before. "We have work to do."

She pointed at him. "Who's that?"

"Hi, Harper, I'm Peter Parker."

She raised her eyebrows. "Another one?"

"It's confusing, I know," her Peter said in a whisper. "Peter's right, though. Let's see where you are on the antidote."

Peter from this universe emptied the bag with all the remaining devices for the cures.

"Harper," he said. "Take Marko's"

"On it," she said as she caught when he threw it at hers.

"Look," he continued. "I think I can repeat Dillon's, but the others..."

"Harper is the one that did the cure for Connors in the first place," her Peter said. "I'll work with her. We already cured him once. No big deal." The two other Peter's looked at him. "Really... no big deal."

"We make a good team," Harper said with a tiny smile before they approached the station where she had been working on, both of them together. "So, the antidote is halfway done but I need the—"

"Formula." She nodded. "Yeah, I... here."

"You remember it?"

"Of course."

Harper wrote down the formula on her notebook before looking up again. "Here's the one for Marko," she said as she changed the page. "I was working back with Peter to find a way to revert the chemical reaction that was produced when Flint fell on—" But he was staring at her, and it was worrying her. "What?"

He shook his head. "It's just... it's you."

She frowned. "Yeah, it's me."

"It's actually you."

She gave him a tiny smile before looking back at her notebook. "I see you kept the same suit."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Yeah, it's the same one."

"Cool," she whispered. "Okay, check this out."

She showed her the serum beginning to take the purple color it once took back at that Oscorp tower, making him smile.

"You are a genius."

"I've been told."

"So," they both heard Ned said, making them turn around to see he was talking to the other Peter, the third one, the one that Harper hadn't had the pleasure of formally talking to yet. "Do you have a best friend too?"

"I did," he replied.

"You did?"

"He died in my arms. After he tried to kill me. It was heartbreaking."

"Dude," her Peter whispered as she placed the serum inside the bottle.

"What? Like your best friend wasn't the one that kill me," Harper let out before opening her eyes widely, turning to see Ned, who was staring at her. "I mean... Uhm... I'm gonna look for some scissors."

"You have there—"

"I don't like those," she said before leaving.

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As she typed in the program to check the diagnostic on the Marko device, she found Peter staring at her again, but this time, she didn't say anything.

The other Peter on the other hand, looked back at her Peter with a frown. "How long has it been?"

Her Peter exhaled. "Uhm... Eight years." The other Peter sighed. "It's so weird," he said as she was staring at her. "And I can fool myself all I want, but we both know it."

"What do you know?"

"That we cannot configure any device to cure her, because she doesn't need fixing," her Peter said softly. "So when she is returned—"

"She'll die again."

"Yeah," he mumbled. "In the past eight years I've tried to figure out any possible way, any outcome in where she doesn't die, and I have it, but... if she's sent back to the moment when it happened... young me will let her slip again."

Meanwhile, Harper saw the notification on the computer about the diagnosis and quickly looked up.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?" The three of them said. "Oh, sorry... you mean..." They just started pointing at each other.

"Peter... Peter Parker..."

"We are all called Peter."

"Same thing, Harper."

She groaned, tossing a paper ball at this universe's Peter. "You! The computer!"

"Oh, right!" He exclaimed. "Thanks, Harper. I'm ready."

"Same," her Peter said as she stood up next to him, both of them placing their antidotes on the table. "Okay, so... Now all we gotta do is lure these guys some place, right? Try to cure them, while they try to kill us, and then, send them home."

"Using a magic box?" The other Peter said.

"I wouldn't doubt the powers of that box," Harper whispered.

"So, that's the plan," the Peter of this universe said.

Her Peter turned to look at the other Peter. "So, are you gonna go into battle dresses as a cool, youth pastor, or do you got your suit?" He pulled down the neck of his shirt, showing the suit. "Cool."

"Here's your web cartridges," Ned told his Peter and Harper snapped her fingers, turning to the other station and grabbing her Peter's.

"I also made you some," she said as she handed them to him, and he smiled.

"What's that for?" The other Peter asked.

"It's my web fluid," this universe Peter replied. "It's for my web shooters. Why?"

That's when the other Peter shoot web to the stool laying on top of the table, startling everyone as they stepped back.

"Oh... that came out of you," Harper said, staring at the guy's wrist.

"Yeah, you can't do that," he seemed amazed.

"No," Peter said.

Harper leaned over to see the wrist. "How on Earth does that even—"

"Anyway," this universe Peter said, "we're getting sidetracked. Look, this is where we're gonna do this, okay? It's isolated, so no one should get hurt." Harper looked away from Peter's wrist to see the place Peter was pointing at. "We draw them there with the box, it's the one thing they all want. All we have to do is figure out how we're gonna get there."

"Oh, we can portal there," Ned said.

Harper frowned. "Like wizard portal?"

"I'm magic now," Ned let him know.

"Yeah, he's is right, he can," MJ said in a hurry.

"He is right. We saw," the other Peter said.

This universe Peter turned to look at Ned with amaze. "Really?"

"Dude, I got Doctor Strange magic."

"No way!"

"And I promise you I won't turn into a supervillain and try to kill neither you nor MJ."

Harper gave him a thumbs up as her Peter patted him on the back, proudly.

"Okay? Alright," he turned to look at MJ. "Here goes nothing. What's that thing you always say? Expect disappointment—"

"No, no, no," MJ interrupted him. "We're gonna kick some ass."

They all nodded while the other Peter said. "Cure. Cure some ass."

"Cure that ass," Ned whispered.

"Okay, portal," her Peter said before turning around to look at Harper. "You stay here with MJ and Ned."

"What? I'm not gonna—"

"Harper," her Peter said softly, placing his hands on her shoulders as he looked at her, talking so soft that only her could listen. "Please, I beg you... stay here."

Harper nodded, not wanting to cause him any more pain that the one he's been through already. So she just agreed.

"Okay, I'll stay," she said softly while he kissed her forehead. "I'll stay."