Hi guys! So, this is my second fan fiction and I'm quite excited for it! I had the idea when I remembered a fan fiction that I read a long time ago. it was pretty much the same idea but I'm trying to change some things here and there. So, if any of you finds this fan fiction kind of familiar please don't think that I copied it, I didn't, I'm just playing with the same kind of base of the story. So, the credits for this idea go to the author of that fan fiction! (I don't remember the name of the author or the name of the fan fiction, sorry) But anyway, thanks to whoever read until here and thanks for reading this, even if I think it's going to be trashy.

Prologue

Hi! My name is Sofia. And, long story short, I was a pretty normal girl until, one day my arm became itchy. Like, really itchy! Like, I wanted to reap my skin off for a little relief. And, when I was at the verge of madness and almost calling my mother, and believe me folks, that's saying something, some strange words started to form on my skin. The one who bares the mark, helpful shall be. But when love comes around, their decisions we shall see. For those will decide their destiny. And after this, it felt as if my arm was burning and freezing at the same time. It lasted for like 5 seconds. I know, not that long, but its fucking long when you're practically being tortured! Anyway, as you are guessing, I ended up with a tattoo or mark or whatever. Its something like a seal, with some flowery kind of shapes. Weird I know! But wait! The weird part is not over yet! Get a grip guys because after I stopped looking at my newest tattoo, I realised that I wasn't in my house anymore. I was in the middle of the street. Like, how? And more importantly, why? Why the middle of the street? Could've been the beach, a police station, a fucking McDonalds, but no, it had to be the place where I don't fucking recognise. I got up and turned around to find a quite stunned young man looking at me with wide eyes and his mouth full of food. Probably with that sandwich that he's holding. Please don't scream and spit all your food and saliva all over me, please. And that, is exactly what he did.

"What the fuck? Did you just appear out of thin air?" He said, but honestly I didn't listen since I was to busy trying to protect me from all of that food.

"Can you stop?" I screamed over him.

"What?" He said, this time calmer.

"You're basically covering me in food." Like, c'mon, I had spit all over my face. Disgusting. "Calm down, let's sit, shall we? I'm Sofia by the way. You are?" I asked as we started to go in the direction of a nearby bench.

"I'm Peter Parker." Wait, what?

"Wait, what?" I looked at him like he was crazy, because he is, like, as if, right? "you're joking right, it's a joke?"

"Why would I be joking?" he answered with a straight face.

"Aw man, no, don't do this to me, I'm already freaking out because of the fucking words, and now, the tattoo, I don't need this right now." I told him at an amazing speed.

"I'm not joking. Promise! But, what's wrong with your tattoo? It's pretty, I like it!" he said innocently.

"Alright, prove it to me! Show me you're ID." I asked while stretching my hand.

"Oh my gosh, dude! Is your last name Grayson?" he said while starting to smile an enormous smile.

"How the hell do you know that?" I asked now backing a bit away.

"Are you kidding me? Here, my ID, see, its real, I'm real, no fiction!" Wait!

"How do you know that I think your fiction?" I'm starting to find this strangely real.

"Because, I already know you, and you told me everything already, and you told me to tell you everything, so, prepare yourself, because it's a lot." He said, still with that stupid smile.

So, according with dork, I'm from a different dimension where he is a comic book character. And I came here and try to help whenever I can. But I'm constantly being pulled away by an unknown force or something across time and space, in this dimension, and always around them. He also said that eventually it stops, but not soon. And now you ask, who is 'them'? Well, 'them' is the fucking avengers! The fucking avengers I kid you not! Like seriously.

"That is a lot, I know, but you'll get used to it, promise!" he said while patting my back.

"I'm a bit overwhelmed, I'm sorry. What am I going to do now? I have nowhere to go, no house, no money, no clothes! Nothing!" I whispered. I'm so screwed, and I can't do anything about it. I started to think of the possibilities of my doom and I was tearing up when Peter rested a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at him and he had this small but kind smile on his face.

"Don't worry. You'll never be homeless, not while you live in this dimension, and I fucking hope you never go back!"

"What do you mean?" I should not have asked that! I shouldn't! Because the minute I asked, he picked me up and started running towards a back alley. In no time we were swinging between the streets, him in his spider-man suit and me… Me you ask? I was screaming, holding myself to him so tight that I think I kind of strangled him a bit.