With great power..
What to do on a saturday night? WRITE FLUFFY ANGSTY SHIT is whut :P I MAJORLY messed up with the NWH storyline here but, WAIT FOR ITTT :P
Peter felt himself falling, and falling, as though he was having a nightmare. He was falling in what seemed like an endless black hole, his body in complete, utter limbo, as he lost conciousness. Mysterio had been in HIS head, ever since that incident with all the drones and things that Peter knew weren't real, the illusions made him sick, and the worst thing that haunted him, was the 'Zombie' Mr Stark. Mysterio's words haunted his thoughts, much in the same way Thanos had haunted Tony's, creating the same anxiety and paranoia, even panic, within Peter.
"you're just a scared little kid, in a sweatsuit!"
"If it weren't for you, maybe Tony would still be alive.."
He was in major trouble now, again, all this time later - deep shit - as all these..lost souls he hoped he could save, to get back home, were now out causing havoc. The green goblin was taunting him, the echoes of "Peterrrr...Peter, Peter, Peterrrrrr!" wouldn't stop, and Peter lost his footing as he tried to escape the apartments, a blast send the floor out from under him, and that same, falling feeling came again. Peter felt red hot heat from an explosion nearby, scorch the side of his face, and Peter soon hit the ground, his lithe body hit the ground with a thud, some concrete slates broke his fall, but even so, it hurt. Peter felt the rain on his face, as he came to, his eyes were welling as pain radiated everywhere throughout his body, a few sobs escaped him as he reached up, to wipe his cheek, hissing as a shard of glass splintered his cheek, to which Peter quickly removed it. He couldn't hold his pain in, and he cried out a sob. He turned his head, to see his Aunt May laying some feet away, her entire body trembled, and Peter struggled to see her clutching something to her torso.
"May!!" Peter cried out to her, his voice pained, but the heavy rain distorted all the sounds around him, even the sound of his voice, and Peter trembled as he felt a wave of pain rush over him, causing his frame to tremble and shake.
Was he...about to die? Was this...the end? Everything he had done, was for seemingly nothing. Doc Ock, Electro...everything...all his work..wasted..causing more mess. Mysterio was right; Peter was just a scared kid in some shit outfit, and Peter sobbed hard at that thought. If death was gonna come for him, Peter just laid there, waiting it out...no one was coming for him now. Everyone knew who he was, that was the end of it. The end of Spiderman.
So he laid there..his eyes staring up at the sky, at a helicopter that circled around the black skies, sirens going off. Things in the sky got quiet, and Peter blinked hot tears from his eyes, when...a different helicopter showed up in the skies.
This one....was different...this one, was like an eagle, a majestic jet, and the rush of the engine soon quitened down, and Peter's eyes struggled to see anymore, all was lost when those eyes of his began to close in exhaustion, when a sudden, "Kid!" roared into his eardrums.
It was Tony. Mr Stark. Iron Man.
The red and gold of the metallic suit appeared blurry in Peter's dazed vision, and in that one moment, not all hope was lost.
"Oh my god, whats going on here, kid? Who did this to you?" Tony exclaimed, the bounce of the raindrops couldn't do nothing to his suit, and Peter's cold hand trembled as it found its way to Tony's hand, his own hand cut and shaking from the cold.
"T-Tony...Mister...mister..Stark.." Peter cried like a child, his voice high with emotion. Was this really happening?! Tony had....died. Was he gonna die?! Was Tony simply here to 'pick him up' from this world?! This had to be some crazy hallucination.
"Stay with me kid, open your eyes for me, come on...come on kid, focus on me, like I've always told you to..huh? Come on..." Tony urged, his voice sounding so desperate. If this was real, Tony wasn't leaving empty handed, and if it was but a dream, Peter had surely lost his mind.
"Tonyyyyyy..." Peter wailed in the sound of the rain,his smaller hand struggled to clutch at Tony's.
"Its alright kid, I've got you...and I promise I'm not leaving again." Tony spoke.
"M...my..Aunt May..please..you gotta..help her..i'm begging you.." Peter cried at him, almost sounding pissed that Tony picked a shit time to show up.
"No kid, I can't help her.." Tony's voice soothed.
"But...you c-can..y-you're..Iron Man...and i'm just..nothing..nobody..you see.."Peter swallowed dryly. "you see..they know..I-I'm..spider...man." Peter sobbed. "Everyone..k-knows..and.." Peter's words got cut short, when Tony touched his face.
"You listen to me, Kid. You're not nothing." Tony spoke. Uh oh, here comes the potential 'dad of the century' speech "You're Spiderman..you remember what you told me..you can't be a friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, if there's no neighbourhood. You need to stay here..no matter what happens. They need you..they need you to stay..and..I need you to stay.." Peter knew he was dreaming, but that hand on his hair, running through it, felt too good to be true. "with great power, comes..great responsibility.." Peter felt himself being lifted up, in his dream, and Tony began to fade out of Peter's dream, when reality started to force him out.
"Don't leave...me...Tony.."Peter outstretched his arm, when he saw Tony stand up and turn to leave, to walk away...and he woke up with a gasp of breath, as he saw paramedics above him, shining light in his eyes to check his response. A sudden scratch was felt at his arm, and Peter felt himself getting woozy, his world tumbling into sleep, for now, and he only hoped Tony would be there to hold him, before he'd wake up again..
