I can't believe I can't find any other stories like this! This is just to dispel the idea from my brain, so I'm not sure how long I'll keep writing this story.
"And who is that?" Miles asked, turning the attention of the room to a dark corner.
"Oh, him," May commented. She wore a frown on her face, one which looked slightly pained. "He crashed in the back yard and hasn't woken up since. He's breathing, though."
The crowd approached the kid. He was on a metal table, and it certainly looked as if he were dead. And he really was a kid. Every other spider-person…or pig…seemed to be an adult, save for Peni. This iteration was about Miles' age.
"His suit is advanced, much more than any of yours," Peni commented, barely touching the metal suit.
"It's not the suit that makes us," Spider-Ham replied. It was hard to determine if the cartoon character was making a joke or not.
"Well…" Peter B Parker started. He seemed to be really eyeing that suit. "It would help. Like, a lot probably. I wonder if he made it himself."
"Can we wake him up somehow? It's not like we can just leave him behind," Gwen offered, crossing her arms over her chest. She flicked her head to get some of her hair behind her face. She wasn't used to her new haircut. Miles gave her a guilty look, which she ignored.
Noir came closer. "Maybe we could just give him an ole' knuckle sandwich. That'll wake up anybody."
"No," everyone else said in unison.
But it did prove to be quite unnecessary. The noise that the group was creating must have been enough to alert the sleeping kid.
Peter Parker was sure that he was dead. In fact, he remembered it quite vividly. The battle on Titan, those aliens he was fighting with, Thanos…and dying in Tony Stark's arms. Yes, it was still very fresh in his memory.
And yet, here he was, with people in suits like his staring down at him.
Peter shot up, pushing them aside and standing up. His breath was heavy. He was dead, wasn't he?
He turned back to the people that were staring at him when he woke up. And, by the looks of it, still were. But, wait…was that a pig? Cosplaying as him?
He shook the thought from his head. "I'm…dead, right?"
The spider-people shared a look between them. "Well, the Peter Parker from this universe just died," an older version of himself answered.
"I…no. I mean, did I die? Are you all dead? Is this the afterlife?"
The pig chuckled nervously, then pretend-whispered to the one in a trench coat. "This one's crazy."
"No, you're not dead. None of us are dead," the girl answered. She looked somewhat familiar. Maybe a little bit like Gwen, a girl from his class.
"Then who are you?"
Everyone shared a look. They supposed they could do this one last time.