"Tony, Im scared" that's all Peter could think about. He was gasping desperately for air, trying not to look down at the damage Thanos had done.

He was foolish enough to believe that he could distract the mad titan long enough for someone to grab the gauntlet and finish all the death and destruction the war had caused.

He had been crushed against the groundas soon as he was close enough for the titan to reach. He could hear the desperate cries of his team as he received hit after hit, ove and over again.

"LET HIM GO, HE IS JUST A KID" he heard someone scream, as if that would stop Thanos from ending him right there. He didn't care about anything, was there any chance he would let him go before crushing the life out of him?

Peter wondered if this was the end. He couldn't help but think of his Aunt May. He would never get to say goodbye to the woman who raised him as her own, he would never be able to see how her eyes lit up when he complimented her cooking (Even though deep down she knew he was only saying that to make her smile), they would never have one last movie night to rewatch their favorite movies, knowing they have each other.

What about Ned?. How would he react when he found out his best friend was murdered in such a tragic way?

"Peter, Peter, can you hear me?"

"Come on, Pete, don't give up now kiddo"

He could hear how the voice cracked after each sentence and the worry the person was trying to contain. He tried to remember who the voice was.

"T...Tony?" was all he could manage to say through the pain. Everything hurt.

Peter knew that something was terribly wrong since he couldn't feel his legs. He tried not to move at all.

"Yes, bud, it's me" Tony was more than relieved to hear Peter's voice again. He hadn't had a pulse when they first checked him. They tried bringing him back several times, but he wouldn't respond. At least they could be sure that he was alive for now.

"I can't... I can't feel my.."

"Shhh, it's okay Peter. We already called for help. They're on their way. For now, rest."

That's what Peter did next.

The next time the teenager woke up, he was at a hospital that looked very familiar to him..

"Where am I?" He asked to a nurse who was walking by the room he was in.

"You are on Queen memorial hospital, sweetie" the nurse responded.

"How did I get here?" Peter didn't seem to remember that he had gotten hurt during the fight with Thanos.

"Some of the Avengers brought you in. You were losing too much blood and needed a transfusion. We also had to check for other mayor injuries".

"Where are they now?"

"They said they would return as soon as possible" That was never true.

"But.. I need to help.. I " He started to get up from the bed but couldn't seem to be able to move his legs. He started to get scared and stared into his legs for a long time. The teenager wasn't able to move his fingers either.

"It can't be... why can't I move...?"

"I'm sorry to say this to you but... during the battle, you were struck hard on your spine and lost movement with your legs. I'm afraid the paralysis may be permanent"

This couldn't be happening, He was Spiderman. How could he protect others if he couldn't protect himself now?

The only thing he could do now is hope that The Avengers would save the day and that the people he cares about would return safely to their homes.

He was stuck with the realization that he was just like when he was a little boy. Unable to do something to help and hoping that his heroes will defeat evil and make it out alive. They were the Avengers after all. Nothing stands on their way, even if some sacrifices have to be made along the way.