As Peter Parker pushed open the Parker family's white wooden door, the slanting rays of the setting sun spilled across the porch. He casually ran a hand through his slightly messy blond hair, then turned to look at the young man behind him, who shared similar features.
He lowered his voice and asked, "Got our story straight?"
"If anyone else asks, say I'm Aunt May's distant nephew, Ben Reilly." Their protagonist—Peter from the main universe—nodded lightly, his gaze sweeping over this universe's Peter's dazzling blond hair. "I remember it all. By the way, your blond hair looks nice."
"Ha, your black hair looks nice too." Blond Peter—as he would be called from now on—grinned, then turned around, took a deep breath, and lightly knocked on the familiar door.
Aunt May, now advanced in years, opened the door. Delighted to see her nephew home, she hugged him, then happened to notice Peter. Turning to Blond Peter, she asked, "Peter, that is...?"
"Oh, that's—Peter Benjamin Parker. He has one more middle name than I do. Remember what I told you? Parallel timelines, the multiverse." Blond Peter smiled and turned to Peter. "How old are you again, kid?"
"Fifteen. I'm still a freshman in high school."
"This kid is a year younger than I was when I first became Spider-Man. Either way, he's here to help. We have a spare guest room, right? We need to accommodate our guest."
"I'll go tidy it up." Aunt May smiled, her eyes shifting between the two young men before settling on Peter's slightly youthful face. "What would you like to eat, kid? Pancakes?"
"Sure, that's fine."
After Aunt May left, Blond Peter looked at Peter. "So... shall we find somewhere to talk? Follow me."
Peter had a rough idea where Blond Peter was taking him. Sure