You're a super hero, in the middle of a battle against a super villain, who is currently throwing a tantrum.
And the toys he's decided to use during his session?
Your team mates.
Well, actually, you're also being used, but not as much as the others, since you've just been labelled harmless, due to running out of juice, or much rather, web.
Now, your team mates are screaming for help (read: "Do something useful for once, web-head!"), but everything you're doing is making the situation worse.
Pretty bad, right? Can't get any worse, right?
Wrong. It gets worse; or weirder anyway.
Just when you decide to call for back-up or something to help you out, you hear that tell-tell sound of web shooting through the air, being flung at high speeds.
Only, they're not coming from your wrists.
Before you know it, not only is your team free and the bad guy beaten, but you? You've just been dragged out of sight by the webs and, once again, your team fails to notice that you've disappeared, until too late.
Worst of all, you have no idea who shot those webs.
If you're having difficulties imagining this scenario, then shame on you, because this is the exact situation Peter Parker, aka Spiderman had just experienced.
He was on a roof top, behind a chimney or something along those lines. He wasn't too far away from the battle field; however, he was out of sight.
He freed himself from the webs (identical to his own?) and looked around bewildered and frustrated. His thoughts were only narrowed down to one word, namely "who?"
Luckily, he didn't have to ask for too long.
Before Spiderman had the chance to react, the other on the roof began speaking. The voice was slightly unsteady, perhaps even nervous, but the other was obviously trying to hide the emotion away.
"Before you say anything, let me explain. You're an alternate version of me and right now, I need your help. Please hide me."
A pause ensued, in which Spiderman could only stare in shock and horror.
... I've got two fanfictions on halt and the other updating once a month. I'm an idiot for starting a new ficlet. A huge idiot. But I need this written out, or else I won't be able to work.
This has no particular setting within the series, neither does it attach to the season 1 finale, so it's sorta simply kinda... There. I hope you enjoy this anyway! :D