What shocked Peter first wasn't the pain or the blood that trickled down his face. It was the sound. Or rather, the lack of.
People were talking to him.
Lots of people.
A crowd.
All talking to him.
But he couldn't hear them.
MJ crouched beside him, her face covered in worry. It was like he was in a bubble, floating further and further away. Soon, his vision went blurry. Then everything was black.
The ground rumbled again under their feet and the people in smiling masks continued blocking the area off. The time between the movements was getting shorter and shorter.
Peter had said something about the people. He'd recognised the masks. Where from though? MJ thought for a second, but couldn't remember, much to her annoyance.
"Hey!" She ran up to one, who jumped at her approach and almost dropped the box he was carrying.
"Who are you guys?" She asked, crossing her arms.
He looked at her through the mask. "Who we are is none of your business, Michelle Jones."
Her face went pale. MJ hadn't told them her name. And she doubted Peter had.
"How do you... Know that?"
"We know every name of every human on Earth."
"How...?"
"Again, that is none of your business."
He turned and walked away.
Ned ran up to her. "He knows EVERYBODY's names? Like, everyone? How?"
"Don't know, wouldn't answer."
"Of course. None of the creepy aliens will tell us anything. Why would they?" He lifted his arms in annoyance.
"We'll just have to figure it out ourselves."
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The Nowhere Island
FanfictionPeter Parker had always been the one people could rely on. But now... This island he couldn't go to and the people he couldn't fight had changed that. (this was originally posted on Amino, and was my creation, so I have cross-posted it here.) (Made...
