New Place, New Me.

Dylan shot up in his bed. He was sweating uncontrollably, and somehow panting. That dream looked too real. What could it mean? He slowly looked around his room. His.... room.

"What the hell?" Dylan muttered to himself.

This wasn't his room! None of the Marvel posters were there, his mirror was in the bathroom, wait, he didn't have a bathroom in his room! He turned to look outside the window and saw something weird. He was in.... the suburbs. Dylan lived in an apartment. He got up out of the bed and started to inspect the room.

The clock showed that the time was 8:15, there were sports posters all over the room, and the room itself was painted bright blue. Odd, he was more of a green guy. He led himself to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was confused at what he saw.

Instead of a chubby white teen, he was shown a fit Hispanic kid. He had curly black hair and a sharp face. His face was shown to be handsome, and his body was slim and muscular. Dylan lifted his arm and flexed in front of the mirror, leading to his bicep to be shown under his shirt. Suddenly he gripped his head.

"Fuck!" he cursed softly.

Dylan's head was throbbing, an influx of memories had just appeared in his head. His first birthday, his parents, his age, and many more things. Bile started to fill his throat, and he retched in the toilet next to him. Once he coughed the last of the bile out, he looked up warily. He set his hands on the sink and looked up.

He recalled into his newly updated mind to see all the information. His name was Dylan Perron, he was 15 years old, a sophomore in high school, after having troubles in his last school his parents arranged to be moved to a new one. He lived in Queens, New York for all his life, and was a huge fan of the Met's. Suddenly, a voice called from downstairs, interrupting his musings.

"Dylan, sweetie, school starts in 30 minutes! Come down quick or else you'll be late."

Almost like it was instinct, Dylan shouted back, "Yeah I'm on my way, Mama!"

Dylan stayed silent, before going to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and taking a shower. 10 minutes later, he got out of the shower and put a towel around his waist. He looked in the foggy mirror and wiped it off. He looked at his reflection. It was dripping wet. He looked into his eyes for a second and saw them shift, before returning to normal.

'Huh, odd', he thought to himself.

Drying himself off, Dylan rushed out of the bathroom. He put on black and purple basketball shorts and a black and white exercise shirt, before putting a baggy grey G.A.P. jacket over it. He packed his backpack with blank notebooks, pencils, and pens and put it on his back. Dylan put on black socks, before running down the stairs, being careful not to slip.

He was met with the sight of his mother cooking eggs and bacon, while his father was watching the news. Dylan stilled at the sight of his "parents" for a second, before shrugging it off. These weren't his parents, but he didn't stress over the fact. He knew he couldn't do anything about his situation so he just went with it.

His "new" dad noticed him.

"Hey Dylan, sit down. Your mother's preparing breakfast."

Dylan sat down on the couch and tuned into the news.

"Incoming, are tomatoes fruits or vegetables? Tune in to find out.," He then turned around to the main camera," I'm Tom Tucker, and this is your National report for August 27, 2008. Two weeks ago a mysterious meteor crashed into the Hudson. Scientists dismiss the concerns of aliens invading, but be prepared for anything. Moving on, a national broadcast to the white house was made last night, demanding the exchange of a 100 million dollars for the return of Stark Industries C.E.O., Anthony Edward Stark. The broadcast will play now, parents you may need to remove your children. This includes graphic footage."

They were shown footage of Tony Stark, bloody and bruised, being held with a gun to his head. The man holding a gun was shouting at the camera, demanding money. The scene was cut to show shots of Tony getting tortured. From waterboarding, shock treatment, blunt force, and a few more, the family watched in horror.

"Dios Mio." Dylan's mom said in shock. His dad watched with a grim face.

Dylan's mind was reeling. He suspected he was sent somewhere, but another universe! Even more, the Marvel universe! Dylan went still for a moment, before realizing something.

'Wait. This was the best possible universe for him to end up in!' he thought to himself excitedly.

Dylan was what was known as a Marvel virtuoso. He loved Marvel comics and had read most of their comics, watched their movies, and played their games, (although he seemed to notice the only good ones were the Spider-Man ones.). That meant his dream wasn't a dream. It was a look into the future!

His father switched the T.V. and turned around to face Dylan.

"Sorry, you had to see that son. But eat your breakfast or you'll be late. It's 9:15, Midtown High starts in 40."

Dylan widened his eyes. 'Huh. I'm going to Midtown High. Interesting.'

He got up and shot to the steaming breakfast. In three minutes he inhaled to eggs and bacon and chugged down the cold orange juice his mother put down. He ran to the garage and took his shoes off the rack and put them on. They were red and blue NIKE* running shoes.

He went back inside and put on his backpack. Dylan, after wishing his parents a good day, ran outside. He jogged away from his house and crossed the road, before slowing to a stop. He now had time to think.

So he was in the Marvel Universe. In terms of information and facts, he didn't know which ones he could use. His "dream" showed him a lot about the symbiotes. But the news report showed the opening scene from the first Iron-Man movie, but as far as he knew, there were no symbiotes in the MCU. It was confusing. Dylan also knew that he had powers. He didn't have any proof, but it was like something inside him was telling him that. A gut feeling, if you could call it that. A shout from the distance interrupted his thought process.

"Bye Aunt May, you too Uncle Ben."

'Huh. Wait, what the hell!'

Getting out of the house two blocks away, was Peter-Freaking-Parker. Holy shit, Spider-Man was two blocks away from him. Dylan started to get all giddy and excited before he slapped himself to calm his nerves.

'Okay, I have to approach him. But how? ... Wait, doesn't he go to MidTown High.", Dylan thought, placing his hand under his chin in a thinking pose. He looked over to Peter and saw him gaining distance.

'Shit gotta catch up'

Dylan ran as fast as he could to Peter. After all, he was only going to get this chance once. He caught up to Peter and called out to him.

"Hey, you," Dylan said as Peter turned around, "Yeah you, wait up!"

Dylan noticed he looked like his Ultimate Comics appearance. He still had the glasses, so no spider-bite. Dylan wouldn't take his powers from him, but he would save Uncle Ben.

"Hey man, you know where Midtown High is."

"Uh-uh yeah. Just follow me.", Peter said timidly.

Dylan frowned. He needed to bring Peter out of his shell. They stopped at the bus stop. There was another silence.

"So, uh yeah, my names Dylan Perron. Yours?"

Peter looked up surprised. "Peter. Peter Parker."

Dylan grinned, "Cool name. Hey, so who's your favorite baseball team? Mine's the Mets."

Peter started to smile," Really, I thought I was the only one who liked that team. Everyone else likes the Yankees or the Cyclones."

"I mean I can see why, but the Met's have been on a good streak for the past few games."

"Yeah, but right now the main players are mainly Santana, Beltran, and Wright. Everyone else's is just piggybacking off those three."

"Well not everyone, I heard Reyes is doing pretty good."

Peter was about to reply but was cut off by the yellow school buss's tires screeching to a stop. The door was opened and the bus driver was. He gruffly grunted and pointed inside. They walked inside, Peter first then Dylan.

Dylan looked around. Most people didn't notice him, focusing on Peter instead. They looked at him with malicious intent. One teenager shouted out to him.

"Hey look, it's Puny Parker. Ready for the school year, loser?", Flash Eugune Thompson sneered at Peter. Liz Allen next to him smirked. The rest of the bust snickered or laughed.

Dylan frowned. He knew this Flash was years of character development away, but it still disappointed him to see one of his favorite characters act so mean and be a bully.

Peter sunk his head. He started to walk down the aisle looking to find a seat. He saw one in the back. Peter went to sit in it, but in doing so he passed Flash, who had his foot stuck out. Peter not noticing this fell to the ground.

But before he fell fully, a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back up. Peter and the rest of the bus looked surprised and saw Dylan with his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Hey man, you good?" Dylan asked with concern.

"Y-yeah," he replied shocked. No one had ever helped him out like that.

Dylan smiled. He led Peter to the seat without anyone interrupting. Peter sat down first, then Dylan. The silence was palpable, so Dylan broke it.

"So yeah, I heard Reyes is doing pretty good. I've checked his stats and his batting average is insane."

Peter looked at Dylan with an unknown emotion in his eyes, before smiling.

"Yeah, I guess he's good but I still stand by my stance that Santana, Beltran, and Wright are the main trio of the team."

The ride to school was silent, being mainly filled by the two boys talking about baseball. Everyone looked shocked at the two. Here was this "cool" kid hanging out with the loser Peter Parker.

"Hey, did you see that game last month, on the 27th?"

Dylan searched his memories. He did that watch that game in this life.

"Yeah, they made a lot of runs in that game, huh?" he mused.

"I know!" Peter gushed in excitement.

Their conversation was stopped again by the bus's screech, stopping in front of the school.

The students all rushed out of the bus, Peter, and Dylan being the last ones out. The students rushed inside the building to meet their friends and congregated into one big crowd on the courtyard.

Peter and Dylan were discussing who had the highest batting average in the team before a classy limousine pulled up before the school. The door opened, and a boy with messy hair and rich clothes stepped out. He had a meek demeanor and spoke to someone inside the limo before the door closed and the vehicle drove off.

The teen looked around before spotting Peter and brightening up. He walked over to him, in strides and they greeted each other.

"Hey, Pete," he said softly.

"What up Harry?" Peter replied.

Harry sighed. "Nothing much, just Stormin' Norman being Stormin' Norman."

Peter laughed," Well that hasn't changed, huh," Peter then seemed to remember Dylan's presence," Oh yeah, Harry I want you to meet my new friend Dylan Perron."

Dylan stuck his hand out.

"Yo. I'm Dylan."

"Hey, I'm Harry, Harry Osborn," he replied.

Dylan smiled. He had already made friends with the main characters. This was great. A loud ring suddenly cut off their meeting. Peter took out something.

"We have to go to the first period. I have Chemistry, with Mr. Brown, what about you guys."

Harry and Dylan both took ou their schedules and looked at their first period.

"Same."

"Same."

"Hey, cool we all the same first period. It's in room 325, which is on the other side of the building, so we have to move quickly if we don't wanna be late," Peter said.

Harry and Dylan both nodded and they walked off to their first period.