Transporting back to your own dimension was a little like getting sucked through a vacumn hose. It left a strange dizzy pit in his stomach, as if his intestines had been tied together in knots. Peter had just enough wherewithall to recognize this Queens as his Queens before he collapsed to the pavement, trying desperately not to be sick.
Seasoned New Yorkers stepped around him, barely sparing him an annoyed glance. Thanks New York.
Once the horrible sensation had passed Peter glanced around him, grinning at the familiarity of it all. The lights of Oscorp gleamed brightly in the background, he could even smell the grease off his favorite food cart down the block. He was home, and with Gwen at his side everything was perfect.
Wait.
Peter blinked, hard and looked again. Sure enough, half-collapsed on the pavement next to him was Gwen Stacy, looking ruffled but gloriously alive.
For a stunned moment, he couldn’t speak. He made a strange squeaking noise before he managed to rasp out; “Gwen?”
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