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Peter felt strange, he had a huge headache and every muscle in his body seared with pain, but he couldn’t remember why. “Oh right! I was just in a huge battle on Titan.” He thought to himself. But then he started remembering what had happened after that. He opened his eyes and jolted up right, “Mr. Stark?” He called out loud, only to realize that no one was with him.
He looked around his surroundings, it seemed as if he was in a white room with millions of TVs. But he soon realized that the TVs weren’t playing TV shows, but where playing things that had really happened. He stared at one at his far left and saw the battle of New York. He looked at one to his near right and saw his battle with Vulture. Then he looked at the screen in the middle, it had the battle from Titan on it. Peter sat there and watched as his mentor got stabbed by Thanos again. Peter watched as it continued, he saw Quill, Mantis, Drax, and Dr. Strange get dusted. Then he heard his voice, “Mr. Stark? I don’t feel so good.”
“You’re okay kid.” Peter closed his eyes, he couldn’t watch this again, but he still heard it.
“I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, please Mr. Stark! Please!” There was a pause, then Peter was crying when he said at the same time as his TV self, “I’m sorry.”