QUENTIN BECK
Flashback

I thrashed in the chair I was bound to and desperately tried to untie my wrists but to no avail. "Amber, if you don't let me out of here right now you're going to regret it," I seethed, making both her and Azaria flinch back in fear. Neither of them responded. Amber glared at me while Azaria looked a tad pitiful but not enough to actually mean anything.

I gave up and sadly turned my eyes to the screen before me, watching Jack, disguised as me to get to Spiderman. He still had the EDITH technology installed into his computer even if the actual glasses were destroyed, which he used to shape shift into me.

He was trying to kill Peter.

The bastards had the interaction plastered right in front of me from Jack's drone recording it. I wanted to vomit watching the way he was handling Peter, what he was telling him.

"Because I love you," Jack claimed as I resisted the urge to projectile vomit everywhere. Then maybe they'd let me go...

"What?!" Peter shrieked in shock. "What do you mean you love me? All of this was just an act to get me to fall in love with you!"

The words stung and he kept talking but all I could focus on was his red eyes and lips forming into a pout. And then Jack had the goddamn audacity to kiss him.

"What the hell!" I shot up in my chair and tugged harder on the restraints. "Let me out!" I demanded while the two girls backed away in fear. I pulled and pulled and pulled but no matter how hard I tried the knots wouldn't come undone.

I watched with a heavy heart as Jack's (well, I guess mine because he was shape shifted into me but it was him in there nonetheless) lips collided with Peter's. The sadness filled right back up with anger when Jack's hands gripped his waist and pulled Peter closer to him.

But I felt a lick of hope spark up in me when Peter grimaced, fully knowing something was off.

Figure it out Pete... we're counting on you, Spiderman.

PETER PARKER
Flashback

I pushed on Beck's chest and panted. Even the way he was looking at me had an uneasy, skeptical feeling settling in my stomach.

"What's wrong?" he frowned, hands traveling down and gripping onto my bottom harshly as I let out a squeak. That was something Beck wouldn't do so harshly and especially not at a time like this.

This isn't him.

I shook my head no and smiled. "No, everything's fine." He looked relieved and connected our lips again.

The second he dipped in tongue into my mouth I knew exactly what was happening. Quentin was not this disgusting. His kisses were gentle and affirming, he knew what he was doing. This one was lazy and inexperienced and just gross. But I knew I had to play along to figure out just exactly what was going on. I needed to make sure.

"Remember the night we first met?" I asked him and he stiffened before agreeing.

"Of course I remember." He grinned.

"And when you came up to see me on the roof after Fury had yelled at me?"

"Yeah," he looked suspicious, "why are you asking me so many questions?"

"Repeat the words you said to me." I breathed out with a fake smile, trying to seem genuine. My brain thought back to the memory. One of the best nights of my life, if not the best, before it all went to hell.

"You're gorgeous," he told me and wiped away my tears. "Everything about you is. Not just your smooth skin, beautiful smile and puppy dog eyes. But especially the heart in your chest that's too big for your own good."

And that's when the imposture tried to throw me against the wall behind us. I glared at him with narrowed eyes. "Who are you? I know you're not Quentin."

He laughed and shape shifted into Ned. "What?" I gasped.

"I can be whoever you want, Spiderman."

I raised my fist because I knew it wasn't really Ned in there. But then he turned into MJ. "What are you doing Peter?" She looked at me, terrified. "Are you going to hurt me?"

I swallowed down the fear in my throat and wrapped a web around whoever was pretending to be MJ's throat. "Please!" She sobbed, "please, stop it!"

I clenched my jaw and held her against the wall, my webs holding her in place. "Who are you?!" I yelled.

And the Aunt May was before me. "Oh my god!" She looked around frantically. "Get me down from here, I'm scared," she pleaded in desperation. I ignored it.

"I'm giving you ten seconds before... before I kill you!" I shouted and held back the fear sizzling in my bones.

And then the worst possible thing happened.

He turned into Mr Stark.

"Pete, get me down from here," he commanded while I stared at him in shock. "Hello? I wasn't asking a question."

I stared at him with tears pouring down my face. I knew it wasn't really him, but a part of me bigger than reason really wanted it to be.

He rolled his eyes. "Kid, I didn't give you some red tights just to play around. Take these off, now." I inched toward him in a trance.

"There you go." He sighed as I pried my webs off of him. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

My hands were trembling while an embarrassing amount of tears looked down my cheek. I would've been mortified if I wasn't so upset about what I had to do.

"I missed you, Mr Stark," I sobbed, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. "I messed up. I messed up so bad and I'm so scared and I don't know what to do and-" I cut myself off from the lack of oxygen, "I don't think I'm good enough, and I don't think I ever will be.

"So much has happened that I wanted to talk to you about. Did you know Happy and Aunt May are dating? I've gotten my grades and attendance up in school again just like you asked. And I found out that the girl of my dreams has a crush on me. But it was ruined. Ruined because I fell in love with some liar who doesn't care about me at all. And I wish I could talk to you about all that. But we both know I'm not stupid enough to be fooled by this."

"Kid, what are you doing?" I pushed him away from the hug and looked into his eyes that I hadn't seen in months... that I'd never see again. "Stop it Pete!"

I looked up at him with a face full of misery. "I just wanted to be like you."

"And I wanted you to be better."

"Goodbye, Mr Stark," I whispered. I shot a web grenade at his chest, right where the arc reactor was placed.

I was supposed to back away. I was supposed to back away so that I didn't get hit by the explosion, but watching the fear in Tony's eyes had me entrances in sadness.

He shifted into Ned, then MJ, then May, then Tony... right before settling back to Quentin.

The last thing I saw were his wide blue eyes full of fear. I couldn't look but I couldn't look away. It happened in less than a second but the faces of all the people I loved crossed before me.

My best friend: my guy in the chair, the only person who knew my identity from the start and kept it a secret.

The girl I liked: the one I spent so much time invested in that was wasted the moment I met some stupid guy.

May: the woman who took me in when my parents were gone and Uncle Ben died and loved me when nobody else did.

The father I never had: Mr Stark. The best man I had ever met and changed my entire life. He was the reason I am who I am today, even without him here. Tony.

And the man that I was hopelessly in love with that would never love me back.

Quentin Beck.

And in milliseconds, the memory permanently ingrained into my mind forever, as the grenade exploded right before the two of us.