[GARBAGE STORY] Spiderman or Peter?

LAST CHAPTER/ PROLOGUE

THE FINAL BATTLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I woke up in a hospital room. With Aunt Mae and Uncle Ben to my side. Wait what? "Mae?" I ask wearily.

"Peter your okay." Uncle Ben cries.

"Is this a dream?"

"No. You are alive."

"What happened?"

"You were in a comma." I touched the bed to try and stick to it. No powers. Tried to read Ben's mind. No powers.

"Mae? What year is it?"

"2014." Ben answered.

"I'm asking Mae."

"Why?" They asked.

"You died before she did!" I shouted pointing at Ben.

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"Am I in heaven?"

"Peter?" Mae asked.

"Whose Spiderman?"

"No one Peter."

"No. No, no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!" I shouted.

"Peter, calm down."

"My team is gonna die!"

"You're what?"

"I need to save them!"

"Peter, this is the real world."

"Tony's suit has just blown up with him inside it! Thor got smashed by his own hammer! I need to go back! Miles, Arin, Jas, Blu and Redd! They are gonna get blown to bits."

"It was a dream."

"It was my life."

"Peter Benjamin-"

I tried to shoot a web at his face, no canisters. I screamed. I jumped out of the bed. I needed to escape. I was surrounded by the doctors. I tripped them and knocked them over. I may not have powers, but I still have fighting strategies. I ran down the stairs and out the front door. It can't be! Spiderman is my life. Since none of this happened, was Gwen still alive? I ran to her house. I knocked on her door. "I'll get it!" Simon shouted. He opened the door to see me. "Dad! It's a weird person!"

"Simon!" George Stacy said walking close to me.
"Is Gwen here?" I ask.

"Why?"

"It's me, Peter Parker. I just got out of a coma."

"Oh, that's you. Gwen sweetie! Someone's here to see you!" she ran down the stairs, her blonde hair flopping with every step.

"Peter? You're alive?"

"Do any of you know who Spiderman is?"

"No?" Gwen asks. I run from her house. I need to be in that comma. My team needs me. I go to the Empire State Building. I sprinted up the stairs. As soon as I reached floor four, I was out of breath. I looked around for the nearest elevator. I took me a while. Then there it was, the storage elevator. It went 5x faster than the regular elevator, but was smaller than a regular elevator. I jumped in it and pressed roof access. It took a good four minutes. When I was at the top, I stared down. 1,000 feet above the ground. I was at the edge. If I was Spiderman, I would live. I got closer. If I wasn't, I would die. A step closer. Wasn't I already dead? My toes were off the building. I turned around, then I jumped. My blood rushed through my body. A smile plastered onto my face. I was Spiderman. I shot a web. Nothing came out. CRAP! I closed my eyes tightly waiting for the impact. It never came. I opened my eyes.

"So now you know." Tony said sitting down next to me.

"What?" I asked.

"That there is not such a thing as Spiderman. That you were in a coma."

"Were? I AM in a coma!"

"No. Now your just.... not alive."

"What about... EVERYTHING!!!!"

"Your going to heaven Peter. You will be happy okay."

"Bye Tony."

"I loved you Peter."

"I will never forget anything that happened." I said with tears blurring my vision.

"Bye Peter." In heaven I saw my parents.

"Spiderman or Peter?" He asked me.

"I am SPIDERMAN."

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