A lot had happened since Mr. Stark died. A lot was happening before that too, but this was just stupidly extreme.

He trusted someone stupidly and a lot of people were almost killed. Then the biggest secret in his life was revealed. Then he almost broke the universe trying to fix it. And then he trusted people stupidly again. Then May- May died.

"Peter," Dr. Strange said, his voice calm, which was insane because the fucking sky is cracking and it's all Peter's fault. This is not the time to be calm, this is the time to be freaking the fuck out and blaming Peter because now everyone's gonna die-

"Peter," Dr. Strange repeated, more urgently. The teen's head snapped towards the sorcerer. "Listen, I may have a way to fix this," he hesitates, weighing the cons and odds, "I lied when I said that I need the Time Stone to turn back time. I have a spell, but it's highly forbidden and risky."

"Are- are you sure?"

"Yes, we don't know if it'll really work, but we should try. I can bring you and your friends back before all of this."

"Before Beck?"

"Before Thanos."

Peter hesitated, looking back at the other Peters, then looking over to Ned and MJ, he steeled his expression and looked back at the sorcerer, "What's going to happen to the other me's?"

"They'll be back in their dimension, I don't know if they'll have their memories or not, but their fates will certainly be changed."

"Wait, what about this timeline? What'll happen to this one?" Peter remembered Professor Hulk saying that they'll just end up branching an alternate timeline if they tried changing the past.

"This timeline will shrivel up and die after we change the past."

After a pause, Peter fixed Strange with a determined look and nodded seriously, "Let's do it."

Strange started up the ritual. After a few fast minutes, Peter was engulfed in a soft orange glow, the light morphed into black and Peter stayed like that for a while, just floating around in the comfort of the darkness.

Peter felt incredibly selfish doing this, but he needed May, he needed Mr. Stark, he needed MJ and Ned, he couldn't be alone. And if that made him selfish, if that earned him some bad karma, then so be it.

When he opened his eyes again, he was met with a soft blue darkness, the ceiling of his old room, not blocked by the top bunk of his bed. The room was empty again, unlike how it had been filled with his nerdy interests after meeting Mr. Stark.

'Well, this is going to be a long battle.'