Assembled: Earth's Last Heroes (A Riordanverse and MCU crossover)

Chapter 2: Peter

Peter Parker woke.

He was standing on the ruins of Titan, his hands still outstretched.

The last thing he remembered was embracing his friend, mentor, father figure, Tony Stark, and crumbling to dust in his hands. He remembered pleading to him, to the universe, to stay. Thanos had succeeded, and half the universe, including him, should be gone. So why was he still here? Had he somehow survived? But... that wasn't possible. He had just seen himself crumble to dust.

Where was he now? Where was everyone? How did he get here?

With his head swarming with unanswered questions, he stumbled through the ruins, searching for answers, for Tony, for Doctor Strange, for anyone, anything.

He arrived at a mansion at the top of the hill. It reminded him, somehow, of the huge houses in New York which was always too expensive for them to afford, but was still a nice dream. It reminded him of home.

Home.....

Aunt May. His friends. How were they? Had they survived in New York? Or had they crumbled to dust, like Peter himself had? He suddenly wished he was back at home, with Ned by his side, Aunt May baking cookies in the kitchen. He wished that he had never got off the bus, never been part of the fight, never crumbled to dust. How could he be so selfish?

Gods, he missed them so much. The Avengers, Tony, his family, his friends. Now he was all alone.

He snapped out of his thoughts and turned his gaze back to the mansion. How was this house still standing though?

As if on cue, the giant oak doors flung open, and he was greeted by a man who he had never met before. His name tag read: HUNDING, SAXONY, VALUED TEAM MEMBER SINCE 749 C.E.

Hunding slowly approached him and whipped out his double-bladed axe.

"What insect are you! State your purpose to Hotel Valhalla!" boomed Hunding.

Hotel Valhalla? Insect?

Valhalla.... Why did that sound so familiar? He racked his brain, trying to find a memory of where he heard the name, anything that would link him to this place, but there was nothing.

That was when Peter realised he was still wearing his Spiderman suit. His only connection to Tony. He pulled his hood off and faced Hunding.

"I am Peter Parker. Or Spiderman. And I am dead."

"Dead?" muttered Hunding. Then he slowly lowered his axe and walked over to Peter.

"Why, yes indeed you are!." he exclaimed. "Come. Let me take you to registration."