IronDad & Just Dumb Stuff

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How many hours have I been awake? 27? Wow. Saving New York takes a while. I'm too tired to fall asleep. Also, YIKES not with these images of space dudes and their space guts spilling out in my space. Ew.

I could barely register where I was. Who I was. I knew I was laying on something hard and uncomfortable and uneven. Sitting up was more a challenge than a reward. Every part of my body felt like it was either on fire or being ripped off. Looking around wasn't great either. A lot of the buildings were destroyed, what was left of some was very little, at least in the middle of... where ever I was, the further out I looked the more buildings I saw.

Aunt May.

The thought hit me like a brick wall, then another memory hit me and I relaxed. My apartment building in Queens was destroyed, most of the damage from the space dudes was taken out on Queens and Brooklyn. Aunt May was fine though, I made sure to get her to Stark Tower when the shit started kicking the fans ass.

God, what time was it? Find your friends o'clock, I thought. I pulled off my mask so I could breath a little better, it hurt. The sun still beat down like a bitch though. At least I know I'm alive. Right?

I made a move to stand but my body immediately shut it down. It screamed and demanded I stop moving, so I did. I just lay back down and stare at the blue, cloudless sky and closed my eyes.

Maybe ten minutes of blissful silence later "Peter!" Then a pause, "PETER!" Was heard, I opened my eyes and shot an arm up, against my body's wishes of course.

"here...." I t tried to yell but it came out as a hoarse cough instead. My arm fell, not because I willed it too, but because my body gave up. It was done moving. And frankly, I agreed.

None the less, I soon heard running footsteps on gravel. And a familiar face came into view as he all but took a running leap to crouch at my side. "Kid, kid! Can you hear me?" He said in a rushed and worried voice.

"Of course he can hear you, he responded to you calling him." Said another familiar voice of which the owner crouched down at my other side and waved a hand in front of my fave, my eyes did their damn best to follow it, I don't know if they actually did though.

"Is he dead? Please don't be dead Parker.." said the first guy, what's his name? S. S something. St- Store. No. St- Steve? sTARK! Stark! His name is Tony Stark.

"He-e-e-y" I said into a cough as my head rolled to one side so I could look at him, a wierd matalic taste was left in my mouth. I smiled at Mr. Stark, he smiled back and held my hand

"Hey! Heyy. shh, shhh." He said in a quiet and relieved voice. "It's alright. Shhh.". It could have been my current state of not good but I swear I saw a tear roll down his cheek.

"Peter. Peter. Look at me" said the other guy- no, girl. Who was she? "I need you to tell me how many fingers I'm holding up." She said and held up 3 fingers.

"Th-" I started but was cut off with painful coughing. Why did it hurt so much!? What what this awful taste? Why did Mr. Stark look scared?

"Strange! Banner! Shuri! We need a doctor! One of you! NOW!" The girl screamed at behind her, Window? No. It's a spider. . . . Spider-Man! No that's me. Widowmaker? Oops, wrong universe. Black... Black Widow. That's who she was. Natasha.

I laughed a bit but it came out similar to a cough, red flew out of my mouth. Bitter red. Blood. Oh. Oh.

A wave of pain washed over me, as if my body was in some sort of shock before. But now I felt everything. I could feel my blood rushing through my veins, and out of some places. I felt my body pulse to the beat of my heart, but my heartbeat was barely there. My heart hurt. My bones hurt. I couldn't feel some parts of me. Some of the parts I could feel were ice cold. I felt every rock I was laying on, every shard of broken glass slicing it's way into my back as I squirmed at the pain. I felt the pain of 1,000 fights. The mental pain of the people I couldn't save in time.