Welcome Home Spider-Man

Peter was swinging as fast as he could, occasionally hitching a ride from a subway car going in his direction. A lot of thoughts were running through his head, as they did the past couple months he way away.

*Me and MJ weren't on the best side of our marriage when I was taken... I hope everything is okay? I mean... I didn't even get to talk about the baby at all. All that time away and I think... I think I might be ready for fatherhood... Gosh, I just don't know. Either way, I hope everything is okay. That Mary Jane hasn't had any complications. I-I-I just don't know...*

He contemplated as he *thwipped* out another spider line.

*On a positive note though, she sounded ecstatic to see me. So, maybe I'm just overreacting.*

As he swung to his dilapidated apartment, he went to the familiar window to ease in and see his wife for the first time in months.

"Hey honey... I'm home!"

He tried to open the window only to find it shut tightly.

"Hunh. Locked," he mused as he started to move to another window.

Peter was hit with the same issue one every window he tried to open. Every window access he would've had to his abode was locked. He noticed all the shades were drawn and the lights were off, but he thought maybe MJ was tired and already sleeping.

*Hmmm... maybe she was cold? Not sure why she'd lock all of them though...* Peter thought as he tried a last-ditch effort.

Walking on the brick apartment exterior wall, he spider-climbed to his bedroom window and gently *tapped* at the window.

"Psst... MJ... it's me... Peter," he tried to communicate, not trying to be too loud, but not softly that she wouldn't hear either.

With no answer, he pulled his phone out and texted her.

**Hey hun. Stuck outside. Can you let me in?**

After a minute or two of waiting for a response, he tried calling.

*This is weird. I thought she'd be home by now... or even text me back. She's usually pretty good about that* He thought.

Calling her ellicitated the same response.

*breet* *breet*

*breet* *breet*

No answer.

Peter puzzled and stuck outside, decided he only had one last option: go in the front door. A bit awkward as he was dressed as Spider-Man, but with **** he just took a deep breath and figured he had to do it.

"Well... here goes nothing," he said as he dropped down to street level and walked into his building.

As soon as he opened the doorway, he was immediately greeted by the superintendent who was sitting at his desk smoking.

"Eh Yo! Spida-Man what chu' doing here?"

Peter, still in full Spider-Man attire, just *chuckled* and nodded his head.

"Well... uhhhh... I am... ummm... chasing a bad guy. You see anyone run in here?"

The super just looked around, "Ehhhh... no Spidey. I ain't seen nobody... for a hot minute."

Spider-Man just nodded his head, "Umm... he might've turn small... or invisible. I'll uhhhh... have to use my spidey sense and track him down."

"Good shit Spidey... get that muthafucka," the hard accented New Yorker said as he ashed his smoke.

Petet went to the elevator to make his way up to his apartment.

"Oh hey! Spidey! Umm.. that elevator ain't working. We supposta have that fixed by next week," the super said, "Gonna have to take the stairs," he followed up with his thumb pointing to the staircase direction.

Peter scowled under his mask. The elevator had been broken before he left. It had been months since he was gone and it still wasn't fixed. He wouldn't hold his breath that it would be fixed next week, despite what the super said.

Spider-Man nodded and swiftly ran up the 5 flights of stairs. Despite all the setbacks he was still super excited to see his wife, Mary Jane.

*Jesus. Fix the fucking elevator,* he thought, finally making it up to the top floor.

As he approached his door, he was soon astonished at what he saw.

"Evicted?!"

An eviction notice was posted on the door. The date of the eviction was a couple months ago.

*What the fuck?* Peter thought as he twisted the doorknob.

"Locked. Fuck."

Looking both ways in the hallway for any witnesses, he swiftly bashed the door in with his shoulder.

*BOOM!*

He looked around the dark and abandoned apartment. It was dusty and quiet.

He checked the door again to make sure he was at the right door.

*What the fuck?!* he shouted in his mind, as he confirmed it was the correct one.

He walked around the dark and empty living room. He yelled out for MJ, but it was silent afterwards. There were boxes all over, most of his stuff, some of their pictures in frames, camera equipment. Half of the things were packed up, but the furniture was still out, couches, chairs, etc...

He ran to the bedroom to see if Mary Jane was there only to be greeted by an empty bed. He checked the closets, dresser drawers, and found the same thing that was in the living room: boxes of stuff packed up to move.

It was all surreal and odd to him. His wife was nowhere to be found. His apartment was packed up and ready to be moved. Everything he was counting on to be there for him when he returned just wasn't.

He wandered off towards the kitchen, peeking his head into the freezer only to find some really old Chinese food and a bunch of jars of condiments.

"Ugh," he remarked before sitting down at the kitchen table to take it all in.

Peter sat there with his head in his hands trying to piece this all together. Did some cosmic event happen that led him to this alternate universe? Was this an alternate universe? Where was his wife? He had just spoke to her not but an hour or so ago. He couldn't figure out why his life was in total shambles.

Looking down from his hands to the table, he notices a manilla folder.

Opening the tab, he pulled out the stack of paperwork that was stored inside.

"Divorce?!"