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[There are some things you can't run from. For Peter, he's been trying to run, but things keep coming up, keep reminding him. He went a good month of pretending that he was just a normal guy who made it out of his world alive. It was a good lie. Even for those people who knew him as Spider-Man, no one needed to know that his final moments in his life were spent saving Aunt May. They didn't need to know that he had given his all and that he was actually happy with what he managed.

But there's dying. And then there's finding out you aren't dead. There's finding out that you have a whole new life, and that somewhere, in another dimension, a "you" managed to grow up. Sue knew him. Bucky knew him. Even that grumpy Nathan guy knew a Spider-Man. And for all that, he's been trying to make it less obvious that he's surprised that he grew up. It's been hard, and he knows it'll continue.

It has to, after all. With great power and all that, and this world has bigger problems than his.

But still, he sets out to ask this question, because he knows it's better to ask now than later. He had to be careful about what thing he said to Charlie that one day. When he phrases his question, he rereads it a couple times, taking out anything that sounds too much like him. The last thing Peter needs is someone tracing it back to him.

He's not ready for those conversations.]

I've got a question, but first, please don't try to trace this back to me. If you've already done that and broken my encryption, let's just pretend you didn't. [Also, you're a jerk, but he had to cut that part out. Too ... him.]

What happens if you died before you came here? What's left for me after this all ends? Before you ask, yeah, I definitely died.

I just thought I'd ask.

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[Now this...this is a question he's been asking himself. He's not sure if he has an answer yet, either. Still, he'll try to avoid bringing his own experiences into it as best he can. No need for everyone to know his personal business.]

This place, it's all about time travel, right? Maybe all that's needed is to change the past a little bit, fix it so you never died. I figure if they can change these great, big events that change this whole world, they can tweak the timeline here or there to save a person's life.

It's the least they owe you, what with kidnapping you and all.

[He's not sure if this is even possible, but hey if this person wants to go ahead and try it first, he'd be very okay with that]

I don't know. My death kind of had to happen. It was one of those "I die or my loved ones die" scenario, and there's only one aspect of it all that I'd really change.

[Facilier really doesn't get all this selfless sacrifice stuff. If he knew it was between him and the entire city of New Orleans, he'd send his home down the river in a heart beat]

That's mighty noble of you. And what aspect would you be looking to change?

The part where I jumped in front of a bullet and got shot and left on a pile of rubble to die by a bunch of guys who were supposed to be good.

[Facilier doesn't really feel empathy, but he can fake it really well]

I can see why you'd be looking to change that. Maybe something like a little 'ol note to yourself, warning you of their shady intentions. Ya'll would be better prepared, at any rate.

[He's thinking hard about this, he really is. He's used to pulling the strings of the future, he's never had to think about doing it in reverse before he arrived here and had the possible means to do it]

I don't know. I think I'd just take stopping one of them from being shot with a better tactic, and then moving on. I'd have lived through the next bit.

Only one way to know if that would work or not.

Yeah, there's just the trick of going to another world and time traveling to a few minutes before that and convincing my usual spazzy self to actually go along with that.

Ain't sure what 'spazzy' means [he pronounces it 'spay-zee' that's what you get for writing things down, Peter] but I'm sure ya'll have the willpower to do it.

[Peter actually tries fifty different combinations of how to help him say "spazzy" correctly without being able to come up with the appropriate rhyming scheme. Thanks, English language.]

I just need to get back first.

And a guy's telling me that just isn't possible.

[It can always be relied upon to screw you over.]

Really? [That's not good news] He absolutely sure of that? It'd be a waste, all this time travel and not bein' ale to change things round some for yourself.

Well, I don't do it to help myself, but living ... wouldn't be so bad after this.

[Shmuck, you should always help yourself]

No, I reckon it wouldn't be.

I'll try to pull together what I can.

[Peter's always a bit too selfless. Responsibility taken to the extreme and all.]

I wish you the best of luck in that.

[Ugh, selflessness. It better not be catching]

Thanks.

You're welcome, Friend.

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