Peter always found himself right back to the place he swore he was never going to go back to again: Tony's lab. To him, it seemed a little stupid that the whole Avengers thing that happened so long ago affected him so great now, but what could he do. He couldn't get a therapist, then he would have to explain that he was Spider-Man, and he couldn't afford that. Besides, what therapist could help him with his hero troubles? He didn't want to go to the SHIELD therapists, he just couldn't. So the only way he knew how to deal with his pain was to visit Tony's lab every single day after school.

Another event that he never expected to happen was what happened to Aunt May, it still didn't seem real, it didn't seem possible. He was still too drained to think about anything. It felt as if he had nothing left to lose so he might as well risk it and try to find a way to time travel to save Aunt May. He didn't care if it messed up the timeline, he had to, even if it was selfish.

Peter shut the lab door behind him and locked it, Happy didn't question his presence anymore, he just curtly nodded at him and went back to work. He trusted Peter.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y put on my playlist," Peter commanded.

Music filled the room and Peter sat down, taking something out of his pocket. It was the device that the remaining Avengers used to collect all the infinity stones. Peter didn't have the Pym particles to make it work, but he was determined to focus on anything else but his pain, and he would try so hard.

The device was nearly finished, all he had to do was to test it. No one knew about what he was up to. Happy just thought he was upgrading his suit, if he knew what kind of stunt he was about to pull he would go ballistic.

"Ok, here we go," Peter mumbled, "Please work."

He strapped the device onto his wrist, setting the correct time frame where he wanted to jump, at the exact moment May would be crossing the road. Peter locked everything into place and braced himself since he didn't know what was going to happen if it were to work. Quite frankly, he was expecting nothing to happen.

"Woah," Peter whispered. He saw a mixture of blue, red, and orange lights flashing before him which he found strange, but at least it was working. Peter took a deep breath, shaking off all his nerves, and preparing to land on the street. Peter realized too late that he wasn't going to jump back in time, he was jumping dimensions.

"Happy! Help me! Anyone!" Peter yelled. He screamed at the top of his lungs but no one could hear him.

He scrambled to stop the process himself but it was far too late. The colors violently swirled together into a blur that momentarily blinded Peter before everything went dark.

***

Peter didn't feel anything the moment he woke up.

He smelled wet grass and forgot what had occurred just a few minutes earlier. It was a quick jump, just lasting five minutes but it was enough to disorient him.

"Where am I?" Peter groaned.

Well, he certainly wasn't in the street.

Peter sat up and rubbed his eyes, joints cracking and he winced. He squinted at the bright lights pointing directly at him. It appeared that he was in a field of some sort, that would explain the grass smell. He then noticed the goalposts and concluded that he was laying in the middle of a football field.

He didn't recognize his surroundings and that was when the panic started to settle in. The memories of being in the lab, the swirling lights, and how he couldn't remember anything after that.

Peter sprinted out of the field as fast as possible, he couldn't risk putting on his suit and swinging out since he didn't know if a spider man existed in this dimension or even the Avengers. He was sprinting at full speed down the street and people glanced at him weirdly as Peter was darting his head at every angle to take in his surroundings, he could tell it was New York, just not his New York.

He smelled the familiar scent of the fresh baked goods wafting out of the shops, mingling with the faint smell of sewage and garbage he was quite used to by now. His senses were disoriented, so that was probably why he wasn't looking where he was going. But he wasn't going to regret not looking, though. 

"Oof," Peter grunted as he ran into someone on the sidewalk. He landed on his rear painfully and he winced. Peter looked up to see who he ran into so he could apologize but the other person beat him to it. 

"I'm so sorry," the mystery boy apologized. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah," Peter responded. "I'm alright."

He extended a hand to Peter and Peter grasped it and got back up to his feet. He gave the stranger a curt smile. 

"Thank you."

"No problem. My name's Miles, what's yours?" Miles asked. 

"Oh, um. I'm Peter, Peter Parker."

"Well, Peter," Miles mused. "I'm sorry for running into you and knocking you over." 

"It's ok, really," Peter reassured. 

The two stood there in the middle of the sidewalk awkwardly as people passed them from either side. A few of them grumbled at them to move. 

"So," Miles started. "Are you doing anything right now? I mean I'm just walking around and I have nothing to do, so." 

"Oh, no I'm not." Peter shook his head. "I mean, I've got nothing to do either." 

"Great." 

Miles gave him a toothy smile and Peter followed him. He had an urge to tell Miles about him jumping dimensions, that we wasn't supposed to be here. Peter had been ignoring his sixth sense that was screaming at him at this point. He just couldn't figure it out, Miles posed no threat to Peter. He couldn't possibly know who he was since they weren't even from the same dimension. No one knew that Peter was Spider-Man, he wasn't even sure a version of Spider-Man existed in this dimension. 

Maybe the nagging sensation was telling him to interact with the least amount of people possible since he could mess up some timeline in this dimension. But right now one thing piling on top of another was really messing with Peter's cohesive thought process.  Besides, it was too late to go back and stop the interaction with Miles now. 

Peter looked down to his wrist to see that the device that he used to jump dimensions was unrecognizable now. Bits and pieces were fried, and he was almost positive that some pieces were missing. 

Panic was starting to settle into Peter. His muscles tensed as his breath quickened, he was hyper- aware of every little thing that was happening around him. Miles had been talking about something the entire time but Peter was tuned out. Only when Miles directly addressed him was when Peter snapped out of his thoughts. 

"So which part of New York are you from?" Miles asked him. 

"Uh, Queens," Peter responded. 

"Ah." Miles nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I've never seen you around. Are you fifteen?" 

Peter shook his head. "No, I'm sixteen."

They both aimlessly walked around the streets of Brooklyn, Peter even forgot about his current predicament for a little while. Peter laughed at the few remarks that Miles made, he had a pretty good time with Miles that afternoon. 

"This was fun, we should keep in touch," Miles suggested. 

Peter opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, he contemplated all the consequences and if it was ok that he gave him his number. There were too many variables that Peter couldn't figure out in a moments notice, his number probably didn't even work in this dimension so there was probably no harm in doing so. Then again it could connect to a random number from someone else in Queens and it would hurt Miles's feelings that Peter supposedly gave him a fake number, Miles was too nice and Peter really didn't want to do anything stupid.

Not knowing the rules was dangerous, especially if you were in another dimension. 

"So, I guess I'll see you around," Miles stated. 

Peter stared at Miles for a moment, carefully picking and choosing what he was going to say.

"Um, I guess." 

Peter pressed his lips into a thin line and was so close to coming clean to Miles about how he wasn't supposed to be there. 

But it was nice to forget about his duties and pretend to be a normal person, even if it was temporary. 

***