Peter Parker stares out of his dusty window clutching a steaming cup of hot chocolate, watching as people , who only just weeks ago where accusing him of murder, walk past the old building. Doing as New Yorkers do.
"How did this happen?" Its rhetorical question, he knew damn well what happened, like he knows damn well what's going to keep happening.
He reaches out to close the curtains feeling sick at the very thought but stops as he notices sparkles floating around his hand -wait no, coming from his hand. Panic sets in like lightning, how had he not sense this? He even though he knew it wasn't true he couldn't help but think, am I magic?
He watches his hand so intensely that he starts to see the tips of his fingers disappearing. Gone like the finger wasn't even there. With widened eyes he stands helplessly watching his body vanish piece by piece, he opens his mouth to scream to what? the neighbors? MJ? Anyone? he doesn't get the chance because he then disappears entirely leaving no one to watch his hideous apartment.
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He wasn't in any pain, that's what he first felt as he opened his eyes to a dark theater, full row to row with red velvet chairs. He was at the bottom row glancing at the screen that read in bold words
Be patience you will know eventually
He grimaced at the thought of waiting along time but nevertheless sat down. out of the corner of his eye he saw something move. Hoping it the person who brought him here, Peter turns to look at figure. Only to have his breathe catch in his chest and his eyes to tear up. he sees someone he thought he'd never look at again.
Tony Stark.
Of course all he could say to him was
"Am I Dead or Alive?"
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Avengers react to Spider-man No Way Home
FanficEveryone knows who Spiderman is but none knows who Peter Parker is, at least not anymore. what happens when they all remember? what happens when the dead aren't so dead anymore?
