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

Chapter 9: Peter

Jason knocked on the door of Peter Parker's room. The door was ajar. When no one answered, he quietly pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Jason could hear sobbing coming from the bedroom. He silently walked over and saw a boy of about 17 wearing a red and blue costume emblazoned with gold. The boy was inconsolable, and he was clutching a few photos, no doubt similar to his own. He murmured something about "gone", "succeeded" and far too many "I'm sorry"s. Jason didn't know what had happened to this boy, but he knew it must have been very, very bad.

"Hey," he murmured, edging closer to the boy. "Are you okay?"

The boy turned to him suddenly. "How...how did you get in here?"

Jason motioned to the door. "It was open and I...I came in to check if you were okay." He extended a hand to the boy. "I'm Jason Grace."

The boy watched Jason's hand, and shook it. "Peter. Peter Parker." He laughed a bit, attempting to wipe his tears away. "Not great at first impressions, am I?"

Jason glanced at the pictures in Peter's hands. One was of him and a man with a glowing blue circle in his chest he could've sworn he'd seen before, on the news. What were all these people, celebrities? Both the man and Peter were smiling and the man's hand tousled Peter's hair.

The second was of him and a middle aged couple. He looked younger in that one, but also just as happy. It reminded him, strangely, of Thalia. His family.

"Aunt May and Uncle Ben." he murmured.

"Oh..." Jason was at a loss for words, but he perfectly understood Peter's words. "I'm...so sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault," Peter smiled ruefully at the photos. "Well, apparently this is some kind of...afterlife, Heaven, I guess? If you don't mind me asking, what...brought you here?"

"That's an incredibly long story," said Jason, and he began to tell Peter of his experiences from the past few years -- the quests, the Seven, Piper, everything. He had no idea why he was pouring it all out to a stranger he'd just met, but something about Peter reassured him.

"Wow," breathed Peter. "And I thought my mind couldn't explode any more than it already has. I mean, we've got aliens trying to wipe out half the universe, human experiments, Norse gods--"

Wait. How did this guy -- Peter -- knew about the Norse gods?

"I've heard about Thor from Tony and the Avengers, they're apparently good friends," Peter shrugged. "Loki was his evil brother that tried to take over New York when I was a kid or something."

"Okay, that sounds even crazier. Now you tell me your story."

And Peter told him everything he knew too -- how he ended up on the Avengers, about all of his adventures as Spiderman, all he knew about the Stones and Thanos (which wasn't much but it was a start), and finally, how he ended up here at Hotel Valhalla, dying in Tony's arms on Titan.

"Talking about the Avengers, I think a few of them are next door. They can probably explain the whole situation better than I can. They're all in Doctor Strange's room, I think."

So the Avenger and the demigod walked out side by side to try and find out answers to the questions they held.