Wolf Spider

You'll Be Home

-Peter's P.O.V-

Peter was back to laying on the water. This time it was clear instead of black, and the sky was light blue and clear, which was odd since he couldn't see a sun or any light source. Peter looked to the side, the water was clear, but he still couldn't see anything besides his own reflection.

He shifted to try to get a better look at his surroundings, but stopped when a sharp pain ran across his torso. He pushed through the pain with a quiet gasp, and took a breather while he rested his head on his knees.

Peter knew what happened, but he didn't know why he was here. Every other time he almost died it had just been nothingness. He looked around, blinking in confusion when he saw something that hadn't been there before.

A door. Specifically, the door that led to Peter's room at the tower. With a small grunt, he slowly got up to investigate. He could hear familiar giggling behind the door mixing with chuckle that had Peter almost stumbling to the door. There was no way that those laughs could belong to the people Peter thought they did. Those people were dead, and if he was hearing them...

He hesitated when he saw was about to open the door. Did he really want to see what was on the other side? Did he really want to know if those laughs belonged to the people he thought they did?

Yeah... yeah he really did want to know.

Peter pushed open the door and his mouth fell open at what he saw.

"Hey, Pete," The blond female greeted with a wave and warm smile.

"Look who decided to join us," The brunette male added with a smirk.

Peter covered his mouth with a hand as he felt a sob try to crawl its way up his throat. Because that was Gwen Stacy and Harry Osborn sitting on a copy of Peter's bed. In the middle of an exact copy of Peter's room. That was Peter's two very dead friends that had been at HYDRA with him for two years.

"What..." Peter gasped out.

"Well don't just stand there, Pete," Harry laughed as the two shifted to make room for him on the bed, "Come sit down. We gotta talk."

"Yeah, we don't have much time either," Gwen smiled sadly, and patted the empty space between the two, "C'mon, Petie."

Peter walked over numbly, the door closing behind him, and sat down. "How- why-"

"Breath, Peter. Get your thoughts get sorted," Gwen recommended, placing a hand over his.

Peter took a deep breath, "Am I dead?"

Harry breathed out a laugh, "Nah, you aren't dead yet, Pete. You're... in the middle, right on the line."

"But I've... been on the line before," Peter said, shaking his head confused. "Why are you guys here?"

Gwen squeezed his hand as a comforting gesture, "Yeah... yeah, you've been on this line way too many times. But this time? This time you get a choice on if you want to go back or not."

Harry put his hand on Peter's knee, "And as for why we're here..." He shared an uncertain look with Gwen, "We're here to convince you to go back."

"I thought you said it was my choice?" Peter questioned.

"It is! It's completely, 100% your choice, Peter," Gwen jumped to answer, "You can choose to follow us to where we came from, and we'll be with you every step of the way."

"Or," Harry butted in, "You could choose to go back. Either way you have our support, but we're saying that it isn't your time yet."

"It wasn't either of your times yet," Peter bit out, eyes darting between the pair. Because it really hadn't been. They shouldn't have been captured by HYDRA to be another test subject. They shouldn't have been physically trained along with Peter for a year before injected with Peter's blood. Gwen shouldn't have had a painful, drawn-out death. Harry shouldn't have been put down like an animal because Peter's blood made him turn into something monstrous and something out of anyone's control. None of that should have happened to them.