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It. was. Terrifying.
He sensed the darkness before he saw it, at first he just thought it was the regular darkness that had nestled in his chest ever since May died, than heart beats started disappearing.
All the loud noise of New York started going silence. He found himself getting out of bed for the first time since last nights patrol and looking out his tiny window, and…
Oh dear god, he got a few terrifying seconds of seeing people explode into darkness before he was swinging out in his suit.
Get the civilians to safety, get the civilians to safety, move away from the death void, Get the civilians to safety, get the civilians to safety, someones trapped in their car, hel- their dead, get the civilians to safety, get the civilians to safety, get the civilians to safety, get the civilians to saf- everything went black
...
He’s dead.
He’s dead
He’s finally dead
He’s dead
He’s dead
He’s…
he can’t hear his heartbeat..
He’s dead?
There’s ground beneath him….
But he can’t hear his heartbeat…
what the fuck?
Don’t tell him he’s immortal..please god no..
Is..
is this another dusting? But then he should..?
he should be gone…what?
“HELLO?!”
…..No
“HELLLO?! PLEASE I CAN’T”
No not again
“PLEASE I’m-I’m down here!”
Peter opens his eyes and sees it, the fire, the rubble, and… and himself.. his 14 year old self. The scene repeats
“HELLO?!”
No stop please
“HELLO?! PLEASE I CAN’T”
NO he-he.. He’s not dead but it’s worse.. It's a million times worse..
“PLEASE I’m-I’m down here!”
God please he’d rather be dusted.. At least then it’s quiet. Peter tries to run but he keeps ending up back there. He tries to scream. Nothing happens.. The scene repeats.
This goes on until he tries to drown himself in the puddle, right in front of his crying self, But instead of sweet release he falls through it. And then he’s..
“Wow peter wow”
…
Peter watches as he fails from the ceiling in that stupid ‘night monkey’ suit and hears that disgusting voice. He refuses to stay any longer. He ran off the edge of the parking garage.
And falls….and falls….and falls… and-
“I’m right here”
He wanted to laugh.
“Were okay”
He wanted to fight god.
He wanted to kill god.
Or whatever sick being did this.
“It’s just me and you”
He looked at her face, bloodied, broken, the light in her eyes slowly fading, he can’t hear his own heart beat but he hears hers stopping.
“May?”
He screams, He screams as the scene repeats, he falls on his knees and hits the ground, the concrete won’t break,
“I’m right here”
He yells and screams and moans and questions.
“Were okay”
He bangs his head on a piece of rubble
“It’s just you and me”
He settles, some foolish part of him thinking maybe he’s dying, Maybe this’ll all end soon
“May?”
He closes his eyes and listens to the same sounds over and over and over and over and over-
“Spiderman?”
His heartbeat, a strangers heartbeat, honking cars, crying citizens.
He opens his eyes
He’s sitting criss cross in the middle of the street, still in his suit, in the background he can hear heartbeats returning and darkness reseeding, not his darkness though. Never his darkness.
A middle aged man is standing in front of him, looking down and offering a hand for him to get up, he's…worried.
It’s only then he realizes he’s audible crying, so.. He stopped picks himself up, asks the citizen if he’s ok, helps clean up some rubble, swings around to see if anyone else needs help, see’s there's a.. New avengers team, goes home, locks his door, takes off his suit, gets in his pj’s, studies for his community college exam, check Mj’s and Ned's Instagram, sits in bed… and sobs.
Tomorrow he’ll look more into what happened, he’ll go on his normal patrol, he’ll figure out who exactly the New avengers are, Maybe he’ll even have enough money to eat something other than food pantry protein bars, but right now he cries,
and he wants,
and he’ll shove it all down until next time.