We took the two Peters and Phoebe to the roof of Midtown High. We joined Peter to comfort him with a hug. As it turned out, his aunt, May, was the one who died in the explosion. "I'm sorry." MJ whispered. "Peter, there's some people here." Peter looked up to see the three other spiders jump out of hiding. "Hey, wait! Wait! Whoa!" Peter exclaimed. They showed Peter that they meant no harm. "Sorry, about May." Peter 2 apologized. "I'm sorry, Peter." Phoebe said. "Yeah. Sorry." Peter 3 added. "I've got some understanding of what it is you're..." "No. Please don't tell me that you know what I'm going through." Peter 1 interrupted. "She's gone. And it's all my fault. She died for nothing. So I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place." "Peter." Phoebe began. "Please don't." Peter 1 said. "You don't belong here. Either of you. So I'm sending you home. Those other guys are from your worlds, right? So you deal with it. If they die, if you kill them, that's on you. It's not my problem. I don't care anymore. I'm done. I'm really sorry that I dragged you into this. But you have to go home now. Good luck." Peter tried grabbing the cube from me, but I pointed back towards the spiders. "My Uncle Ben was killed." Peter 2 confessed. "It was my fault." "I lost... I lost Gwen." Peter 3 whimpered. "My, um... She was my MJ. I couldn't save her. I'm never gonna be able to forgive myself for that. But I carried on, tried to keep going, tried to keep being the, uh, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man 'cause I know that's what she would have wanted. But at some point, I stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful. I got bitter. I just don't want you to end up like... Like me." "Peter Parker was my adoptive father. My boyfriend and I watched him get murdered six months ago." Phoebe cried. "I wanted revenge, but I knew that was the last thing he'd want." "The night Ben died, I hunted down the man who I thought did it." Peter 2 explained. "I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted. It didn't make it better. It took me a long time to learn to get through that darkness." "I wanna kill him. I want to tear him apart." Peter 1 admitted. "I can still hear her voice in my head. Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. She told me that, "With great power..."" Peter 1 explains. "...Comes great responsibility." Peter 2 finished as Peter 3 and Phoebe nodded. "Wait, what?" Peter 1 asked. "How do you know that?" "Uncle Ben said it." Peter 3 replied. "The day he died." Peter 2 added. "Maybe she didn't die for nothing, Peter." Phoebe said.

We went into the school's science lab so Peter 1 could fix up his devices to cure the villains. "Okay, so, Connors, Marko, Dillon, and, uh, I think I can repair the devices for Dillon and Marko, but the others..." Peter 1 explains. "Oh, I got Connors." Peter 3 said. "I've cured him once, so no big deal. What? It's no big deal." "Okay." Peter 2 comments. "That's great." Peter 1 added. "I think I can make an anti-serum for Dr Osborn." Peter 2 said. "Been thinking about it a long time. Gotta cure all of them, right?" "Right." Peter 1 replied. "Its what we do." He added. MJ looked at the Peters. "What?" Peter 1 asked. "It's just three yous and your offspring." MJ replied. "I'm adopted." Phoebe repeated.

As everyone was attempting to create their cures, Ned walks over to Peter 2. "So, do you have a best friend too?" Ned asked. "I did." Peter 2 replied after a few seconds. "You did?" He wondered. "He died in my arms, after he tried to kill me." Peter 2 explained. "It was heartbreaking." Ned goes over to Peter 1. "Will you run a diagnostic?" Peter asked.

As I was looking up where the villains might be, I noticed Phoebe was looking kind of down. "You good?" I asked. "I'm fine." She replied. "Just thinking. I've never been away from home this long. I miss my mom, Aunt May, and my boyfriend. I hope they're okay." "So, Phoebe, what's this boyfriend of yours like?" I asked. "If you don't mind me asking." "Miles? He's the sweetest." Phoebe replied. "He's a very talented artist. Him and his dad made a mural for his uncle who died. He's a great listener. We love to study together." "Does he know your secret?" I asked. "We're actually partners in my universe." Phoebe explains. "Miles got his powers the day my dad died." "I'm sorry to hear that." I apologized.

"Peter!" Ned called. "Yes?" All three Peters responded, pointing at each other. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you mean..." ""Peter", Peter." Ned explains. "We're all called Peter, Ned." They replied. "Peter Parker?" Ned asked. "Again, we're all Peter Parker." Peter 3 reminds him. "Jesus Christ. The computer!" I exclaimed. "Oh, I'm ready." Peter 2 said. "Yeah. Me too." Peter 3 added. "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." Phoebe added. "Well, that's the plan." Peter 1 explains. "Are you gonna go into battle dressed as a cool youth pastor, or do you got your suit?" Peter 3 asked as Peter 2 revealed his suit underneath his shirt. "Here's your web cartridges." Ned said, giving them to Peter 1. "Oh, thanks, man." He thanked. "What's that for?" Peter 2 asked. "Uh, it's my web fluid." Peter 1 explains. "It's for my web shooters. Why?" Peter 2 shoots a web without using a web shooter. It came out of him! "Whoa!" Peter 3 gasped. "That came out of you." I said. "Yeah. You guys can't do that, huh?" Peter 2 wondered. "No." Peter 1 replied. "How on earth does that...?" Phoebe wondered. "Anyways, we're getting sidetracked." Peter 1 said. "This is where we'll do this, okay? It's isolated, so no one should get hurt. We draw them there with the box. It's the thing they all want. All we have to do is figure out how to get there." "Oh, we can portal there." Ned suggested. "I'm magic now." "Yeah, he's right. He can." MJ explains. "Yeah, we saw." Peter 2 added. "Yeah, he did." Peter 3 recalled. "Granted, he's not that good at it." I commented. "Wait, really?" Peter 1 asked. "Dude, I've got Doctor Strange magic." Ned replied. "I promise you, I won't turn into a supervillain and try to kill you." "Okay. Thank you." Peter 1 thanked. "Um, alright. Here goes nothing. What's that thing you always say? Expect disappointment and..." "No, no, no." MJ interrupted. "We're gonna kick some ass." "Okay." Peter 1 said. "Cure. Cure some ass." Phoebe corrected. "Cure that ass." Ned added.