Y/n: WHOA!

As Y/n falls through the time-space tunnel he was placed in by the portal of unknown origin; he catches glances of other heroes with costumes vaguely similar to his.

Y/n: Red and blue? No thanks.

The portal spits Y/n out atop a roof. He whines and rolls onto his front. Standing up, he pulls his hood down and removes his mask, looking around at the sights of another universe.

Y/n: Jesus...

He wipes his face, sitting down. He rests his back against the roof access door, staring mindlessly at the beautiful lights of Times Square. In his tired state: he is not astute enough to notice the sound of web zips coming his way, or feet landing behind him.

???: Excuse me?

Y/n scrambles to his feet, putting his mask on in the process as he assumes a fighting pose. The other person on the roof seems to be in no mood for combat, holding their arms out non-threateningly.

???: Hey, hey, hey! I don't wanna fight. I just wanted to know, are you this universe's Spider-Person?

Y/n: Uhh, no. And going by your question... guessing you aren't either.

???: No, no I'm not.

The hero takes their mask off and offers their hand for Y/n to shake. He does so and they smile at him, now free to express facial emotion.

???: Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman.

Y/n follows suit, removing his own mask and hood- exposing his identity to the blonde. She was quick to notice the bruises that subtly peppered his face like freckles- courtesy of The Lizard.

Y/n: Y/n L/n, Spider-Man.

Gwen Stacy: No kidding. Who did that to you?

Y/n: Oh, this? This is nothing. Just had a little rumble with The Lizard.

The mention of this villain seems to shake Gwen. Y/n watches with polite interest as she forms her next question.

Gwen Stacy: The Lizard? Peter Parker?

Y/n: No, Curtis Connors. Who's Peter Parker?

Gwen Stacy: Nobody. Forget it.

Y/n: Okey Dokey.

Y/n saunters to the edge of the roof, Gwen joins him. He stares down at the people of this universe, absentmindedly going about their day. Just like home.

Y/n: Don't suppose you have anywhere to stay? Even if I exist in this universe I'm halfway across the world.

Gwen Stacy: Yeah, I know a place.

The two put their masks back on and pop their hoods. Y/n follows Gwen's lead as they both swing across New York en route to her hideout. Y/n finds New York easier terrain than London- the larger amount of tall buildings providing more flexible web routes.

Y/n: How far are we?

Gwen Stacy: It's right there!

Gwen zips into an open apartment window with Y/n crawling in just behind her. She shoots a web at a light switch- activating an overhead light that provides illumination for the pair.

Y/n: Abandoned apartment? Classic.

Gwen Stacy: Hey, I've only been here a day longer than you.

Y/n takes a moment to look around. There was no decor to speak of and the furniture is barebones. A couch in the centre of the room acting as the bed of the studio apartment.

Y/n: Aren't studio apartments supposed to come with beds?

Gwen Stacy: I know, right? Total rip off. Uhh, how do you feel about sleeping on the ceiling?

Y/n: You have a couch. There's more than enough room for us both to sleep on it if we sleep sitting.

This was true, and it transpired that both Spider-People would sleep on separate ends of the three-seater with an empty cardboard box in the middle seat acting as their barrier. When Gwen wakes the next morning, she notices her ally is nowhere to be found.

Gwen Stacy: The hell...

She stares out of the window, only to flinch as a body falls down on the other side of the window. They remain suspended in the air- a web attaching their back to the lip of the roof.

Gwen Stacy: Okay...

Atop the roof, Y/n stands against two criminals- both with pistols in their hands. Spider-Man webs one of the weapons away from his assailants and observes it.

Y/n: Is this a real gun? I've never seen one bef-

His Spidey Sense warns him of incoming bullets from the other man which he is able to dodge. He slings the gun in his hand at the man firing at him which hits him in the head. The second criminal sees this and attempts to surrender.

Thug: Hey, man. I'm done. I'm done.

Y/n: Cool.

He webs the criminal off of the roof- the thug's screams stopping when he is connected to the roof the same way as the previous baddie that Gwen spotted. He jogs on the spot as Spider-Woman joins him on the roof.

Gwen Stacy: What are you doing?

Y/n: Can you believe that? Drug deals over the flat that two Spider-People are staying at.

Gwen Stacy: Flat?

Y/n: Right, American. The apartment that two Spider-People are staying at.

Gwen Stacy: Right, right.

The two stand awkwardly on the roof, Y/n looks vaguely in the distance as Gwen's hands meet her hips- thinking of topics for conversation.

Gwen Stacy: So... who else knows you're Spider-Man?

Y/n: Other than you? My best friend and my parents.

Gwen Stacy: You told your parents? Are you crazy?

Y/n: It's so much less stress. You should really consider it.

Gwen Stacy: Not a chance.

Y/n: Suit yourself. So are you trying to tell me that there's not another soul out there that knows Gwen Stacy is Spider-Woman?

Gwen Stacy: Yeah. Lucky you, right?

Y/n: Hmm...

The two are now sitting at the edge of the roof, their legs dangling over the edge. Gwen looks over to Y/n who is wiping sleep from his eyes.

Gwen Stacy: It's nice. Having someone like me around.

This prompts Spider-Man to look over at his new friend. She smiles at him, he takes off his mask in effort to reciprocate the gesture.

Y/n: I think we should try to find this universe's Spider-Person.

Gwen Stacy: I think so too. A few hours before you arrived yesterday, my Spidey Sense told me to head to Visions Academy.

Y/n: That's not how Spidey Sense works.

Gwen Stacy: Maybe not for you. All I know is that we need to be there, we'll find our Spider-Person.

Y/n: How do we get started?

Gwen Stacy: I have an appointment with the Principal with a nice little fake scholarship, originally the plan was to get just me in but now you're here we'll have to adapt.

Y/n: How do we do that?

Gwen Stacy: It won't be hard, I just have to print another fake scholarship.

Y/n: This is all shockingly easy.

Gwen Stacy: It's not surprising, these guys are so desperate for high ability students. Background checks are the last thing on their minds.

Y/n: High ability? Well, looks like I'm not getting in.

Y/n smiles as he mocks himself, though Gwen -not aware he is comfortable with his situation- presses to understand his words.

Gwen Stacy: What do you mean?

Y/n: I'm not what you'd call a model student. I average Bs and Cs. Oh, apart from DT, I love making stuff.

Gwen Stacy: What kind of stuff?

Y/n: These webshooters, my suit, a heads-up display in my mask.

Gwen Stacy: You have a HUD? That must make things easier.

Y/n: You don't even know...

Gwen Stacy: So, you say you're not smart... but to build these things, you must be able to crunch some insane numbers.

Y/n: Actually, Ben does all the sciencey stuff. But he's not too good at building, that's where I come in.

Gwen Stacy: Who's Ben?

Y/n: Ben Reilly, the best friend I mentioned.

Gwen Stacy: Got it, got it. Where'd you lean?

Y/n: A little bit in school, but mainly from my dad. He's a welder so I started to learn early which helped when I had to put my DT teacher away.

Gwen Stacy: Put him away?

Y/n: He's my universe's Vulture. I assume you have one too?

Gwen Stacy: Yeah, crazy old bat.

Y/n: Bird.

Gwen Stacy: Huh?

Y/n: Vultures are birds, not bats.

Gwen laughs, despite the joke being unbearably unfunny. She rises from her sitting position- standing upright as Y/n jumps up to join her.

Gwen Stacy: These Spider Suits are stinky. We're gonna have to get some clothes.

Y/n: Get? You mean steal?

Gwen Stacy: I guess...

Y/n: Stop me if I'm wrong here but aren't we supposed to be the good guys?

Gwen Stacy: Dude, between us we've probably saved the city fifty times over. I mean, you were saving a different city but it still counts. Look, the point is, what's two sets of clothes in the grand scheme?

Y/n smiles, holding out his hand for a fist bump which Gwen quickly takes. Gwen takes Y/n by the shoulders and rotates him as to align his eyes with a high-end clothes shop not too far away. Y/n feels a warm tickle as her cheek brushes against his for the briefest of moments.

Gwen Stacy: There?

Gwen takes her hands off of him and repositions herself beside him so that he may look upon her.

Y/n: Sounds good to me.