𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗨𝗦┃tokyo ghoul, avengers

4, WE'RE BACK BABY

yo did yall forget this existed HAHA

literally felt this strong ass feeling to write a chapter for this fic and I've never felt so powerful SFKHS,,, its been almost a year???????? idk it said i last updated the lsat chapter like, sep 2019??? JESUS,,, this years going fast and it better go faster I hate 2020

I am so sorry to yall who waited,,,,,, i have no excuse but me falling out of writing in general,,,, also the fandoms, yeah

(if u cant read the text below, it says "we're back - but in another world")

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𝗪𝗘'𝗥𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 
- 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜𝗡
𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗

When Peter wakes up, he feels sore.

His arms and legs hurt, head pounding, ears ringing. His lungs feel like they're going to explode the heavier he breathes. He stays on the floor for a couple minutes, head empty and no thoughts, staring at the blurry, cracked concrete ceiling that looks like it would fall on him any moment now, but maybe that's just him. He thinks of puppies and kittens absentmindedly, because maybe the headache would be much tamer if he offered those thoughts.

It doesn't, he finds out, letting out a hiss of pain minutes later when he sits up right. Felt like someone hurled a dodge ball right at his head.

He sighs, lets his fingers pull his mask off, hair letting loose. He takes a look around. It's an empty room, all vines and cracked walls and lacking any furniture unless the suspicious pile of boxes in the corner that flies circle around count as furniture, windows lacking glass that scattered on the floor (he's thankful he wasn't laying anywhere near there), and an ominous pair of elevators that stand in the middle. There are smudges of dried blood in the form of hands across the wall, the faint, rusty smell still somewhat there. His throat runs dry, goosebumps prickling his skin.

He gets up and walks to the window, careful not to just stomp his feet on the broken glass, expression still holding a pained grimace. Why the hell did his body hurt again? He rubs his eyes, vision still a teeny bit blurry -

The view is startling.

It's not a serene grass-tickling-your-feet in a plain field where the trees part to let you see the sun rise and you hear the faint buzzes of bees, not a sunset beach stroll where cold waves crash your legs and a breeze gently kisses your skin, not his familiar on top of a building patrol evening to see lights flicker on into a warm filtered gaze; instead, it's unsettling, quiet and monotone. Unfamiliar silence instead of a busy city, roads filled with fissures and cracks and cars crashed and ripped apart. He catches the slight flickering light of what seems like a convenience store - is that Japanese? - and the door shuttering. A sense of dread pools in his stomach.

He jolts, jumping back a few feet and stares at where he stood just a moment ago. it felt like someone had tried to grab onto him.

"Aaaahh, where am I..." He mutters in distress, hands clutching his head. His head started to throb again. How did he even get here in the first place? 

He starts to recount what he remembers. Name? Peter Parker. Age? Sixteen. What the hell are you wearing? A.. spiderman suit by Tony Stark.. because he was a superhero! He threw a fist up in the air for a short feeling of success. This is going smoothly, he put his fist back down, planting it on the palm of his other hand. Now. What was I doing before I suddenly started hurting like a bitch?