Peter Parker woke up that morning looking directly at his shredded costume. He had just lost it in a fight with Green Goblin, right? He couldn't remember. Where was he?
He sure wasn't at home. It had SHIELD writing all over the wall. Peter put his head in his hands and then looked over. He saw Nick Fury walking up. Peter got up in his civilain clothes and ran over to Fury.
"Where the hell am I? Why am I here?"
Fury looked at Peter, looking stricken. And then he looked up at the hospital bed and understood. "Son, you were seriously wounded…"
"Okay," Peter replied, "I remember." He winced, remembering the gunshot right to his kidney. He put his hand to the kidney and realized that he had a bandage there. He looked up at Fury.
"I fought Green Goblin."
Fury nodded. "You fought Green Goblin and then were knocked unconcsious. You were asleep, in a certain stasis for months because we had to bring you back…"
"Back?" Peter asked.
"You were killed in the fight, your aunt and Gwen think your dead. The whole world thinks your dead. In fact, a new hero picked up the mantle of Spider-Man," Fury said. Then, he looked down at him.
"So," Peter muttered, "I died?"
"You were dead for nearly three months," Fury said.
"So," Peter replied, feeling a little queezy, "I had a funeral? What did you bury? What did you do Fury?"
Fury looked at Peter. "We tried to take your Scorpion clone out of his suit. We failed causing him to die. He was put in the caskett for the service. We needed your body, in case your body ever came out of stasis."
"I don't remember…"
"I would suppose not," Fury said. "But the Green Goblin is gone now. But we have an even bigger threat approaching."
"What?" Peter asked.
"Reed Richards is back," Fury replied. "And he layed waste to all of Europe."
The screen by the hospital came aflame with the news repeating the story over and over and over. Peter looked up at Fury.
"What am I supposed to do?" Peter asked.
Fury smiled. "Form a team."