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"Alright, let's to this one last time."
My name is Peter Parker. Everyone I know calls me One, though.
I was bitten by a radioactive Spider, and for the last... I think it's been 9 years, technically. Anyways, I thought I was the one and only Spider-Man.
Sadly, you guys definitely don't know the rest.
I've only faced a handful of big baddies in my time.
The first time I did an act outside of vigilantism, I'd been invited into a petty squabble over some government related issue that none of them were too happy to tell me the real details of. Then a few months later, everyone underestimated me, and thanks to them I accidentally crashed a plane into Coney Island.
A year ago, for me, anyways, there was the biggest fight of the universe. Literally. Some weird alien decided that he wanted some artifacts that were on Earth so that he could commit mass genocide, in the name of climate change, of course. He won, and for five years I was legally dead.
But then I came back, and I just... had to live with it.
Spoiler Alert, I couldn't. But I want it to do the talking.
[Scene: Rubble underneath the statue of Liberty, One and Strange being the only ones there.]
"But that's not all, folks. Brace yourselves, this one's the real blockbuster, you might wanna sit down," J.J.J's voice says.
"Spider-Man-- Spider-Man's real name-- Spider-Man's real name, is Peter Parker!"
"So cast a new spell," Peter One's voice says, syncing up with the world they're seeing. "Make everyone forget who Peter Parker is. Make everyone forget me."
Long story short, Spider-Man was all I had left... until something... weird happened, which is pretty hard to say because I once nearly died in space.