Radically Reworking the Entire Marvel Universe

New York, Queens.

"Aunt May, I'm going to the weekend party the school is holding with Harry today, so don't make dinner for me." Sitting on the doorstep, Peter tied his shoelaces without looking up.

Behind him, May Parker, who was having breakfast at the living room table with Ben Parker, looked puzzled.

"A party? Peter, I remember you didn't used to be like this."

[Isn't it a waste of life not to spend such wonderful weekends studying?]

This was the guy who had said something so "human"!

"Maybe there'll be pretty girls at the party. May, you worry too much."

"...Is that so? Then good luck, Peter."

"..."

At that, Peter's hands slowly stopped tying his laces, and he turned to glance at them.

The room was still the same room, and the home was still the same home.

But the people...

That was harder to say!

There was bacon and eggs in front of Uncle Ben, and he seemed to be eating breakfast, yet another Uncle Ben sat by the window in reading glasses, fixing a broken old-fashioned alarm clock.

If he had heard right, there was also an Uncle Ben upstairs watching his favorite baseball game. Because of the family's financial difficulties, he had never had time to sit at home watching it at this hour before, but now that gap had been filled.

Oh, and there was another Uncle Ben on the bus, heading to a law firm.

The power he had suddenly gained had given Ben Parker a second spring. Like every Paramecia User Lowett had described as having too much energy and nowhere to spend it, he had desperately wanted to do something to prove himself.

But Ben Parker was still Ben Parker.

Rather than use his ability to fight crime, he had taken