The older Peter regained control of his body and removed the strangely shaped helmet. Then he slapped the Atomic White Dot on his chest. As though someone were spraying dye over it, the navy-black polymer-fiber uniform began losing its color from the point where his palm had landed.
In the end, the older Peter wore a form-fitting suit with the same color scheme as young Peter's Spider Armor: classic red and blue, with black web-patterned lines covering it from head to toe.
The older Peter stretched his limbs, his voice tinged with nostalgia.
"Back in the day, aside from a handful of people, superheroes didn't each have a suit of Iron Man Armor like they do now. Most wore tight uniforms like mine. Those with money and resources used Kevlar. Those without could only buy nylon fabric, like me."
"After Battleworld took shape, the world actually kept reshaping itself in ways ordinary people couldn't detect."
The older Peter rolled his wrists, twisted on the spot, and performed several nimble kicks. Then he abruptly bent backward into a bridge before flipping through the air using nothing but his core muscles, displaying extraordinary strength and agility.
"I still haven't figured out exactly what information density is, but according to the guy living inside my body, once Battleworld appeared, the information density of different universe fragments began irreversibly permeating one another."
"The differences in information density between universes were wiped out, putting all the original domains on a relatively equal starting line."
"And after that information density merged and interacted, some of the missing information in the Steel Domain was filled in. Long before the Steel Domain formed, this universe had me. It had Spider-Man."
"But before the end of the world, that guy named Brad tricked me into leaving my universe, which