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a shaky breath escapes peter’s lips as he looks around at the all too familiar scene of the ruin of the planet titan. his blood runs cold as he quickly realizes nothing good can come of this. “shit...” he mutters as he begins to make his way through everything to find a way out of here, but he stops dead in his tracks. in the place where drax, mantis and peter quill had disappeared all those months ago stood harry, mj and gwen. before he could even react properly, they all start to disappear. they turn to dust. “no...” he mumbles, tears beginning to fall as he reaches out to them, but it’s too late because they’re gone. 

turning around on his heel, he quickly spots his aunt and runs to her, only for the exact same thing to happen. she disappears before his eyes. “peter...” a familiar voice calls out to him. his heart skips a beat and he turns to face tony stark, who stumbles around for a few seconds just like he had before falling into peter’s arms. “m-mr. stark, y-y-you’re gonna be okay,” he stammers. “i’m sorry.” tony says before he disappears in peter’s arms, leaving peter there on the ground, sobbing. 

after a few minutes of just crying, he slowly gets to his feet. opening a door to some wrecked structure on titan, he walks through, only for his surroundings to change entirely. he isn’t sure where he is now, or what nightmare he’s walked into, before he spots tony. he sighs in relief and runs to him, wrapping him up in a hug. “t-tony!” he stammered. “y-you’re okay...”

@itsnanotech

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if peter were to actually get some sleep, he usually slept in. he wasn’t exactly a morning person, but today he found himself awake earlier than normal. no matter his tries, he was unable to fall back asleep. he pulled himself out of bed, patting his dog on the head with a smile, having noticed the dog’s head perk up with his movement. “you hungry?” he asks, though he does’t get much of a response other than a yawn. “yeah, me too,” he laughed, moving to fill sandwich’s food and water bowls up before he turned back to the dog. “m’gonna go downstairs. don’t wake may up for more food in an hour,” he gave his dog one last pat before leaving the room.

unsure whether or not people were still sleeping, peter opted to skip the stairs. instead he jumps and silently sticks to the ceiling, making his way around that way. he wasn’t really sure how or why he always came to this. maybe it had something to do with the spider bite years ago. with no way to know the exact science behind it for sure, peter didn’t exactly have that answer. no, he figured most of that work must either have been destroyed by richard parker or hidden away at oscorp. and, of course, norman osborn wasn’t exactly fond of peter. to put it more specifically, peter knew the man hated him. to be fair, peter was pretty sure he felt the same towards norman.

he pushes the thoughts out of his mind as he walks into the kitchen. he spots tony as he stifles a yawn, but enters the room silently, moving from the crawling position he’d been in moments before and instead to standing straight up, only, of course, he was upside down. “hey mis-- tony,” he greeted the other from behind while webs shot out to pull the fridge open and then to grab his water bottle, proceeding to take a sip of water while still standing upside down. “good morning!” he said happily, with a small smile.

@itsnanotech

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dealing with the idea - the fact - that the world now knew who spider-man was wasn’t easy. he had worked so hard to protect his identity - not for himself, but for his aunt - and now years of that was down the drain in a second. all it took was one of the parents of a kid he went to school with to realize who he was and announce it to everyone. anyone around, who had surely passed it on to more people, and so on. he had no doubts that it had spread like a wildfire. but he’d deal with it in the end, no matter how hard he knew it would be.

laying on the floor of the cell, peter fidgets with the collar they had placed around his neck. occasionally, despite how dark the area was, he would get a glimpse at his web shooters. shattered. no more webs. plus, because of the collar, his senses weren’t working. they were just gone. this sort of thing had never happened to him before. ever since he’d been bitten by the spider, he’d never not had his senses. it was something he wasn’t used to anymore, and didn’t want to. not now, not ever.

his attention is caught as he hears a noise from another cell. “hello?” he calls out, peering out of his own cell as much as he could given the bars. “are you okay?” he asks, concerned even if he isn’t sure who they are. he hadn’t fought when the anti-mutant activists had grabbed and collared him, not physically anyway. he’d tried to rationalize with them, tell them he was the good guy here, not the bad guy, but they hadn’t listened. but he knows others might’ve had the opposite reaction that he had, and wonders if they might have gotten hurt. his curiosity getting the better of him, he speaks up again. “did they hurt you?”

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peter tries his best not to panic as he wakes up in an all too familiar street on a night he could never forget. this night was terrible. he couldn’t think of a time where he’d been more upset. but before he can think more or even process this entire situation, he hears it.

BANG!

a gunshot rings out. his blood runs cold. “uncle ben!” he cries, running to the man as he lay on the sidewalk, bleeding.”n-no...” he whispered, kneeling down by his uncle, pressing his hands against his chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding. “call an ambulance! someone call an ambulance!” he yelled. “uncle ben! oh my god, oh god,” his voice was barely a whisper at that point, tears streaking his cheeks. his efforts were useless. his uncle was dead. standing up, he shakes his head. “this isn’t... this isn’t real. this is just a nightmare.” he said to himself, getting to his feet and taking off. 

“why didn’t you stop the thief, peter? you could have saved me.” says uncle ben, causing peter to stop dead in his tracks and turn to face his dead uncle. “i-i tried...” he whimpered. “not nearly hard enough. i’m dead because of you, peter.” he shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes. it’s then that he notices his mother and father standing next to ben. “we’re so disappointed, peter. we had such high hopes for our little boy.” they speak in unison. “i-i’m sorry,” he cries, stumbling away from the mirages of his dead family members, only to come upon a hospital bed... with harry in it. he carefully picks up harry’s hand and holds it gently, looking down at the deathly sick image of his boyfriend that breaks his heart. “i love you,” he whispers, kissing harry’s forehead before he runs away crying into another room. he slams the door shut and locks it, turning around only to slam straight into another person.  he scrambles away from them, eyes wide. “w-who are you? where are we? what’s going on?” he whimpered.

@ofwhitequeen

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peter parker remembers titan vividly. he recalls getting so close to getting the gauntlet off of thanos only to lose his grip on it at the last second. the fate of the universe was resting on their shoulders, and when they’d all fought thanos, they had lost. it weighed him down severely. he remembers thinking he should’ve stayed on the bus. but even if he had, would he still have died? he could only assume the answer was probably yes.

and then he thinks about the moment where he had begun to die. out of everyone who had turned to dust on titan, peter had taken the longest to go. his healing had slowed it down, making the death that was supposed to be painless quite the opposite. he’d felt every single moment of it. he could feel his body disappearing and he knew there was nothing to do about it. he was going to die and no one could stop it. not even mr. stark.

"mr. stark? i don't feel so good.” he had glanced down at his hands, confused by what was happening and what he was feeling. “i don't-i don't know what's happening. i don't...” it was then that he’d fallen into mr. stark’s arms. “i don't want to go. i don't want to go, mr. stark. please. please, i don't want to go. i don't want to go...” they’d fallen to the ground at that point and before death finally took him, he’d stared up at mr. stark and said one last thing. “i’m sorry...”

the memory itself brought back the feeling. he tried his best to not think about it anymore, but it was easier said than done. rubbing his eyes, he looks around at his surroundings, ankle deep in the water, when he thinks he spots none other than tony stark himself. he isn’t sure if it’s really him or if it’s another illusion, but he has to find out.

he swings over to him as quickly as he can, the unmasked spider dropping to the ground in front of him. he gulps and takes a shaky breath in, eyes wide and filled with tears as he comes face to face with mr. stark. he opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, not at first, so he instead takes a step towards tony and wraps his arms around him in a tight hug, sniffling.

“mr. stark...” he begins, pulling apart ever so slightly just for a moment to look up at the man he idolized. the man he looked to as a father figure. not that he was really sure he’d admit that last one, though. “i’m sorry.” he gulped. “i-i-i should’ve listened to you, mr. stark, i’m so sorry.” 

@itsnanotech

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peter could feel the tension in the air. here they all were, gathered in the old colosseum, waiting to put mr. stark’s plan into action. the plan that would hopefully defeat thanos and get them the hell out of here. needless to say, peter was worried. he didn’t know everyone there, but he cared for them all. he must’ve gotten that from may. a big heart of gold. he cared for everyone’s wellbeing and most of all survival in this, even if he didn’t even know their names. curious eyes scanned the area, observing everyone that had come to the meeting spot from where he was hanging.

yes, hanging. he was hanging upside down from the ceiling. it was more a habit now, as he did it without a second thought as to why or when. maybe it was also a comfort thing. he’d never really thought much about that before. but as he realizes he’s getting caught up in his thoughts, he tries to push them right back out. he knows all to well that if he gets lost in thought, there’s no doubt that his mind will go back to that day on titan. he could do without thinking about that today. or, rather, ever again. knowing his luck, he’d get neither.

in a split second, peter is no longer hanging, but now crawling on the ceiling. he crawls over to a person by themselves. he proceeds to drop down in front of them, once again hanging upside down, as he gives them a wave. “thought you might want someone to talk to,” says spider-man, his head tilted to the side slightly, though that may be difficult to see considering he’s still, you know, upside down. “have you seen anything? normally i’d be able to sense, with my spider-senses, but they’re all out of whack. always going off, even when there’s no danger around. probably something to do with this place.”

[thwipswebs-a]

peter didn’t sleep much. tony had said to got to bed, but he hadn’t exactly listened. pretended to at first, then gotten up and gone to tony’s lab to fix his webshooters with gwen. with those fixed, he was able to go out as spider-man again. his identity was no longer a secret, which sucked, but he’d get used to it. he’d be okay. after all, everyone knew who iron man and captain america were.

he’d gotten up early and gone on patrol. helped people with directions, stopped a petty crime or two as he came upon it, before finally swinging to the avengers compound. upon walking in, he dismisses his mask. it had just barely sunk in that he was an avenger, so looking around had him a little starstruck. he looks around with wide eyes, quite clearly in awe of his surroundings. it’s then that he realizes there’s someone else there.

hazel eyes fall on her only to widen even more. he quickly realizes who she is, recalls having seen her the previous night, and a small smile creeps onto his face. “y-you’re... you’re captain marvel!” he exclaims, as if he were still just a fan, a supporter, and not one of them -- an avenger himself. “you’re so cool -- and super bad-ass!” he says with a laugh. “i-i’m spider-man, by the way. an avenger, like you!”

@spcrklefists