Peter Parker Whump Shots

A Soul's Desires

A/N: Another part so soon hehehe. It's currently 2:31 where I am and I just wrote this all in one sitting, so I might go back and revise it. I do like how this one turned out tho so that's cool. All this doddering is to say that today's story is sponsored by Hello Fresh! Use my code thisisnotacode to get 100% off all of your orders!

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There's this feeling I can't quite explain. It's like running your fingers through the warm sand at the beach, but you are the sand. You feel your molecules fracturing and leaving your form; you watch as they float away from you. You can feel the panic raise in your chest and clench your throat, but there's not much you can do. I remember feeling this right before the lights went dark. I remember calling out to Mr. Stark and apologizing--though I'm not quite sure what for. I remember stumbling over to him, holding my chest and muttering something. He held me as I lost my balance and slammed against the rocky ground. Then the darkness came...

I woke up in a shallow water that wasn't wet--a shallow sea of stars that flowed over my like the discount fog at the haunted house I worked this Halloween. Did I die? Is this death? It's bigger than I imagined; it goes on for as far as I can see. "Hello?" I call out into the ethereal scene, "Mr. Stark? Aunt May?" Why did I just call out for them? I know that they're not here--I'm completely alone here. I hoist myself up off the firm sky beneath the fog and take deeper look at my surroundings, squinting as I turn around to see farther. Alas, nothing. MJ would be proud of me for using the word "alas."

Oh my God, MJ! What happened to Ned and MJ? What happened on Earth? "What is going on?" I ponder aloud.

"Does it really matter?" a familiar voice answers from behind me. I turn violently to see my mentor standing before me. He's dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a graphic t-shirt under a dark blue blazer. His hair stands perfectly upright from the top of his forehead; there are grey roots growing up into the chestnut brown hair that's frozen in gell. His eyes, though shielded by a pair of light blue sunglasses, are spectative.

"Mr. Stark, what's going on?" I ask tentatively. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end and my skin is covered with goosebumps. I can't take my eyes off the man who looms in front of me.

"Oh you know," he replies in a sing-song kind of way, "end of the world and all that." He radiates a smile without moving his mouth and I can tell that this is his famous Tony-Stark-sarcasm at play.

"Well I'm glad we both survived it, right?" I add, testing the waters. I haven't moved a muscle; I'm ready to run, though I don't know where I'd go.

"Yeah, kid," he smiles, "we made it."

For the first time, I realize that my heart isn't beating. Panic starts to settle in, but still there is no activity from my heart. "What's wrong with me?" my voice cracks.

"Nothing's wrong with you, Pete," Mr. Stark consoles as he makes his way towards me. The stars at his ankles get shuffled out of the way in his stride. "You're just a little confused right now." All of a sudden, he's embracing me. It came out of nowhere and it caught me off guard, but it's nice and warm.

And then I hear it: the steady beat of my own heart.

He whispers, "Close your eyes, kid."

I glance around the ethereal scene one last time before shutting my eyes tight.

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I open my eyes to the pale blue walls of my bedroom. The paint is chipping softly where the wall meets the ceiling, so I'm gonna need to fix that up. Aunt May is talking about moving again soon, so she's asked that I repair any parts of the house that I accidently break. I know that I technically didn't "break" the paint on the wall, but I should still fix it up. I groan and rub my eyes knowing that I'll have to add "pick up paint" to my list of to dos.