The Side They Don't See

Memories

Chapter two- Memories

At first, Peter couldn't see. He could only hear, the sound of repulsors and the hum of infinity stones surrounding him.

Then, the world burst into life, the light harsh on his eyes. When he could finally see well, he looked around and realized he was on Titan. Then, before he could think, he was moving, running, and swinging around. He was vaguely aware of his own body, vaguely aware of Tony battling Thanos.

Thanos.

As soon as he remembered, Peter felt a sense of dread go through his spine, the hairs on his arms standing up. But, still moving, he watched as Thanos stabbed Tony, then how Strange gave up the time stone.

The scene was familiar, but Peter didn't pay attention to that. He waited, the sense of dread rapidly building up in his stomach. Something was wrong.

Then, it felt like something had exploded inside of him. His spidey senses went haywire, and his whole body felt like it was on fire. He felt his body trying to fight off whatever was happening to him, but it only made the pain worse. He watched hazily as Star-Lord, the tattooed guy, the insect-lady, and Doctor Strange all turned to dust.

At first, he thought he imagined it, but after a few seconds, he realized it was real. Then, he looked at his hands. Right in front of him, they were dissolving, and he could feel every single atom on his body get ripped apart. The pain was excruciating, and he felt like he was on the verge of passing out. But, he managed to stumble forward, and he felt himself start talking to Tony.

He collapsed into Tony's arms, and at that moment, he realized he was dying. After this, he would be gone. As soon as that realization hit, he remembered what Tony had said.

"And if you die, I feel like that's on me."

Tony would blame himself for Peter's death. Immediately, he started apologizing to him. He apologized over and over, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. He knew that Tony would blame himself for Peters's death.

He shouldn't, Peter thought. He shouldn't have to be burdened by him. Peter was a nuisance, and Tony didn't deserve the guilt of his death. If anything, he should just let him d-

Before he could finish his thought, he blacked out, the burning pain finally was gone. But, the blissful silence only lasted for a moment before he was awake again. When he woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he was surrounded by orange. His first thought was that he was still on Titan, but as he took more in, he knew that want the case.

He was on a completely flat plane, and on the ground, there were a couple of inches of water. The sky was orange, stretching around him for miles. In the distance, he could make out a few distant figures and tried to get up and run to them. He immediately collapsed, a burning sensation going through his legs.

Again, he tried to stand, this time slower. His whole body was burning now, but at least he could stand. He slowly started making his way towards the figures and realized that they were headed in his direction too. For a moment, he was wary, thinking they might be hostile. But then he remembered that he had absolutely no idea where he was, and he needed to find someone else.

After a little while, he finally started getting closer to the figures. He could make out at least ten figures and hoped that they could help.

When they finally reached each other, he realized that there were a few people he could recognize. There was Star-Lord, the tattoo guy, Mantis, a green lady, and what looked like a talking tree. He also recognized the Falcon, Winter Soldier, and the Black Panther, Doctor Strange, and another girl who looked like a teenager.