Peter One sees the girl and something in his gut says, her. She’s the one. She’s the one.
“Gwen?” He asks tentatively. “Gwen Stacy?”
The blonde turns around and frowns. “Yeah, who’s asking?”
“Um,” Peter says, “This is gonna sound weird—I’m Peter Parker. But I’m not your Peter Parker. See, the multiverse—”
“String theory,” Gwen says, light dawning in her eyes. “Multidimensional variable shift. It makes sense. What’s up, Peter Parker?”
Peter doesn’t know how to say, you’re going to die today.
So instead, he takes off his web-shooters and hands them to Gwen. “I think you need these.”