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In the soul stone

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing, death, panic attacks, grief, name calling (bulling?)

When Peter regained consciousness his senses were blaring. He groaned his pain and laid down flat on his back.

His insides felt like they were being ripped out over and over again.

Peter shakily stood up and looked around. It looked just like earth except it wasn't. It was like he was watching a 3D movie.

"Am I dead..?" Peter mumbled to himself. He suddenly felt nauseous and started gagging, he bent over and tears formed in his eyes. When nothing came out he took a deep breath and let out a shaky breath.

May. "Aunt May?" He yelled. He ran into a crowded area and yelled again for her.

Someone took one look at Peter and screamed "Holy shit it's Spider-Man!" His eyes widened as he realized that his mask wasn't on.

"Spider-Man what happened to us?!" A young boy screamed out. Peter slowly shook his head as he realized that Thanos won.

Peter sprinted in the other direction while repeatedly screaming for his aunt. Minutes passed and he started losing hope. He was alone again.

He dropped to his knees and hugged himself. His breathing was shallow and he clenched his jaw, trying to not let out any sobs.

His shaking got more violent and his hands were pulling at his hair, trying to tell himself that he needs to get a grip, but he couldn't. His mind raced, screaming for help.

He let out a small sob and tears poured out of his eyes. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be protecting civilians, hanging out with his friends, watching movies with May, going to the lab with Mr.Stark.

He could barely spend 5 minutes alone in the storage unit. How was he gonna spend an eternity alone.

His friends and May could be out alive in New York or they could be in here, on the other side never knowing that Peter was here.

A man with long hair and a metal arm kneeled down infront of him. "Hey, it's okay. Just take deep breaths. You're gonna be okay, alright."

Peter nodded, his sobs dying down. "I'm-I'm sorry. Sorry- I just didn't- I couldnt-"

"My name is Bucky. What's yours?"

"Peter. Peter Parker. So did Thanos win?" Peter said, wiping away tears.

Bucky nodded. "Come with me, I have a group of people im with, we're a group of people who all fought against Thanos."

Peter walked with him all the way to their camp. "Oh hey! You found the Spider Kid!" Quill shouted to Bucky.

He looked down and Peter. "You're the Spider-Man?! You caught my arm like it was nothing."

Peter nodded shyly.

A few hours passed by and Peter only short responses to people, he wasn't in the mood for talking. He felt like he let everyone down.

He was so close. So close to getting the gauntlet, hell he even got it off Thanos' damn hand. But he always had to go screwing shit up.

Everyone was seated around a campfire talking amongst each other. But Dr.Strange was confused. Why wasn't this kid talking? He had been so chatty before they all were poofed away.

"Hey Kid, What's the deal? You were so chatty while we were fighting Thanos. Hell you even had the Gauntlet in your hands. If anything you should be jumping for joy knowing that you were strong enough to rip it off of his hand. So why are you just moping?" The wizard asked.