Happy Birthday

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Another short one

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One by one dusted avengers appeared in the orange abyss. Nothing but mist surrounded the group of heroes. The sky had a reflective appearance, almost as if it was made of glass.

They dusted spent weeks trying to find a way out, slowly becoming more and more agitated by each others presence.

"For the last time Sam I can't make a portal out of here. This realm sits outside of reality. It is impossible." Stephen sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What if we-"

"Well excuse me for coming up with ideas. It's not like you are actually helping us, Strange." Sam yells, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Guys I have-"

"What if we split up and try to find civilization. There must be something here." Wanda suggested, ignoring the young avenger entirely.

Peter sighed, slipping behind the group.

"We should just wait here." Bucky states, clearly done with everyone's shit.

"Are you kidding Barnes!"

"That's a terrible plan!"

"Guys!" Peter yells over the adults. They slowly turn to face him, all with varying levels of anger present on their tired faces.

"I have an idea. What if we-" once again he was cut of by a sharp sigh from Sam.

"Shut it Peter. We don't need advice from a sixteen year old mature who has no idea what he is doing."

"Seventeen." Peter mumbled, glancing at the floor.

"What?"

"It's my birthday."

Silence.

For the first time in weeks noone makes a sound. They simply stare at the now crying boy feeling nothing but regret and sympathy.

They need to get out.

For Peter.

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