Peter was floating in the darkness, he was curled up into a ball. Whispering nonsense to himself, trying to confirm to himself that he was alright and that Mr. Stark will be there for him when he is back to normal.
He felt someone place a hand on his shoulder, he tried to move his head but he could not move, he could not see who it was.
Peter!
They were calling his name, but who could be calling his name? He was all alone there was no one here.
Peter, please! Wake up!
He was not asleep, he was nowhere and everywhere. He ceased to exist. So he was waiting for Mr. Stark to come and get him. To bring him back to earth, so he can see his Aunt May, Ned, and Michelle. He could not wait to be back on earth with the blue sky and pavement, and out of endless darkness.
He then once again he felt a hand on his shoulder. This time the voice was familiar, it was Mr. Stark's voice,
Come on Pete, wake up. I don't know what I will tell your aunt if you are actually dead.
Peter clenched his eyes tight and struggled to pull them apart, his vision hazy. "Mr. Stark?"
"Yeah, It's me, buddy, how are you feeling?"
"Better," Peter said before closing his eyes once more.