One Day at a Time-Avengers/Spider-Man

Chapter 3-Autumn Graveyard

Peter put on his spare suit and ignored the little pain that remained from his injury. Every swing seemed to aggravate his shoulder more, but it didn't matter to him. The rising smoke and the sound of sirens overtook his world. Every citizen that saw him shouted out his name, though Peter barely listened. He just have to get to the sight of the explosion. He had to find out who survived. The closer he got the more he hated his mask. The smoke in the air combined with his mask made it even harder for him to breath. But then he rounded the last corner of a building and all his discomfort was forgotten as he stared at the horrific sight before him. Peter was so shocked by it all that he fully fell rolling into the rubble of concrete and building frames. Peter got up, wincing and rolling his shoulder. The city was flattened and he could already see mangled limbs poking through the destruction. Corpses of all ages were scattered about like leaves on a lawn in fall. Only this wasn't autumn, it was a graveyard of innocent and oblivious people. They trusted the Avengers and now they were all gone. So were the Avengers. 

"Spider-Man!" A firefighter jumped out of his truck and ran over. "What happened out there? Are the Avengers alright? Did they survive the blast?" Peter heard the questions coming at him, but it was a lot to take in. He starred at the man before him, fully dressed in his gear and ready for action. Peter swallowed hard. He was the only Avenger around, but that didn't mean he should be in charge of dealing with this. Or perhaps because the Avengers were fighting right next to the likely cause of it all, it was his responsibility. The firefighter's crew had gather behind their captain and they were all looking at Peter. 

"Start digging through the debris. The closer to the edge of the blast the more likely we are to find survivors." Peter nodded and the firefighters turned to get started when a brutal reality rung out in Peter's brain. "But-" Peter got their attention again. "Don't get your hopes up." 

"Does all that mean the Avengers are... dead?" A younger looking firefighter asked and Peter wanted to rip off his mask and empty the contents of his stomach onto sidewalk that was still intact behind him. But he couldn't do that. Not now. 

"I fear that may be the case," Peter admitted. "But I'm going to where they were last just to make sure. I'll look for other survivors deeper in as well." The firefighter nodded, then his captain yelled an order at him and he ran off. Peter starred out at the destroyed city and took a deep breath to keep the bile rising in his throat down. Then he lifted his arm to shoot his web fluid and stopped. Peter felt ready to break, like the smallest breeze would shatter him to bits. There weren't even any building left. Nothing survived the blast. Nothing. He would have to walk... but that meant he could accidentally step on people buried beneath it all. Peter couldn't bare the thought. 

Peter realized he couldn't go look for the Avengers and it wouldn't matter anyways. They were gone. He knew it. Peter turned around and looked at the buildings on the edge of blast. The few that were still standing needed stabilization. Firefighters were scared to go inside because it was too unstable. This lead those evacuations to him. He got started and was thankful to be able to pull live individuals from this disasters wake. He kept his back to the field of death that the first responders desperately dug through, finding a black tag worthy person if they found a breathing person at all. Peter stabilized structures and got all occupants out while he sent Stark drones to scan the rubble for life sings. It wasn't long before FRIDAY confirmed the deaths of all his teammates. Peter made containing the mind stone a priority and got it safely back to tower in the containment unit of a drone. Peter had texted Aunt May, assuring her he was fine so she wouldn't worry. But no one in the city was really fine and he wasn't alright by far. It was starting to get late and Peter couldn't stand it anymore. He got up and webbed a Stark drone. Then he got it to fly him to approximately Ned's apartment.  It was fairly deep into the blast radius and Peter knew it was a long shot. But he didn't think he could live with himself if he didn't at least look. Peter hovered over what was left of Ned's building and only let his feet rest of the torn up ground when FRIDAY told him there was nothing below. Peter looked around, childishly hoping Ned would call out for him and that he could push a few pieces of concrete aside to find his friend healthy and well. "NED!" Peter called out. Nothing. It was what he expected but nonetheless Peter found himself on his knee, tears wetting the dusty concrete. "NED!" Peter called out again, his voice breaking. as he fell further onto his elbows, consumed by his sobs.  The Avengers were gone. Ned was gone. And MJ too. How could he lose them all in one day. The Avengers were too close to the blast Peter knew that the moment he saw the scene. But Ned- he'd hoped his friend would somehow miraculously survive. 

"Peter, the press is gathering. You are the remaining Avenger. You should make a statement." FRIDAY informed and Peter desperately steadied his breathing. 

"Are you sure there's no life signs around here, FRIDAY?"

"Affirmative. I am sorry Peter. Wou-" FRIDAY abruptly cut her sentence short and Peter shakily stood. She was going to ask him if he wanted her to contact Mr Stark. Her programming was still adjusting to the days sudden events. Peter webbed a drone and made his way back towards the blast ranges edge. 

More than anything he wanted to go home. Or go home and then sneak out to Avengers Tower so he could scream at the universe without being heard. So he could curse the world and mourn his second family, but unfortunately he had to address the press first. He didn't know what he was going to say. He didn't know if his brain could even compile a comprehensible thought without him breaking down. He dropped down in front of the news vans and cameras. Flashes of light were already pushing his senses and the yelling of the reporters was almost too much. He raised his hand for silence, getting their attention and ceasing the risk of a sensory overload on live television.  It was just few minutes after 11pm, he was so tired, but he had to say something. 

"I still don't know what happened here today, but I can tell you that the Avengers are dead, along with the criminals they were fighting. The city has to remain strong and-" 

Next one continues right where we left off. Thanks for reading. And please star or heart or whatever for my own sanity. I'm getting real tired of my stories being basically dead. Dead like my soul. Haha... yeah, still working on that mental health thing.