Peter sat on the metal beam of an abandoned warehouse, his refuge where he could hide from the world. The cool night air seeped inside, and silence reigned, broken only by his thoughts.

Suddenly, the air in front of him shimmered, tearing through space. A circular portal with golden lights appeared before him. Peter tensed, bracing for a threat.

From the portal stepped a figure in a suit resembling his own but with distinct differences. The suit was darker, in deep red and black tones, with fine golden threads crisscrossing the fabric like a web. The mask was adorned with small, almost imperceptible patterns, giving it a unique appearance.

— Peter… — she whispered, her voice trembling as she quickly pulled off her mask.

— MJ? — he stepped back, disbelief washing over him.

Her eyes glistened with tears, and her face was filled with despair.

— I know… — she said softly, her voice laden with pain. — I shouldn’t be here.

Peter clenched his fists, his heart aching.

— This is impossible, — he breathed, staring at her. — You shouldn’t remember… And why are you… this? — he gestured at her suit.

— I was looking for you, — she whispered. — Across the universes. I’m from another world, Peter, — her voice wavered as she fought back tears. — In my world, I became Spider-Man and made a choice that cost me everything. I erased myself from the memory of those I love to save them. I searched for another way, but there isn’t one… so I decided to find you. You’re the only one who can understand me.

He felt everything collapse inside him. His sacrifice, his loneliness, his pain—what was it all for? Peter stared at her, afraid to take a step forward, afraid to believe it was real. Peter slowly climbed down from the beam, his movements cautious and deliberate. As he approached, he looked into her tear-filled eyes, and without a word, he pulled MJ into a firm embrace. Her hands trembled, but she hugged him back, as if afraid he might disappear. Words weren’t needed—their pain, loneliness, and hope became one in that moment.