Summary: When Peter first arrived in the soul stone, he was confused, nervous, and scared. After being stuck there for a while, Peter was just bored out of his mind. That is, until he finds someone facing the same problem he is. (Peter and Kamala friendship)

A/N: this literally came out of nowhere. I rewatched Infinity War (10/10 DON'T RECOMMEND IT HURTS WORSE THE THIRD TIME AROUND) and all I could think of was that if Peter got bored out of his mind in 37 minutes, what's he going to do while being stuck in the soul stone for possibly years?

Then I watched some Avengers: Secret War episodes to make me feel better and realized Kamala and Peter are around the same age, and things just escalated from there.

? days since the snap

Had it been hours, days, months, or years? Peter couldn't tell. It was hard since the orange landscape never changed; no sun, no rain, not even wind.

All he knew was that if he didn't find a hobby soon, he was going to go crazier than he already was.

It wouldn't be so bad if Peter could actually talk to someone, but that seemed to be the worst part of the soul stone. Unless you were enhanced, you were pretty much like a zombie; slow, unfazed, and brain-dead.

He had Mr. Strange of course (that was his real name, apparently) but there were only so many pop culture references a man could take.

"Look kid." Strange had told him about an hour ago (as well as peter could guess). "I saw all the outcomes, and even if Tony does manage to save us, we're still in here for another couple of months, so please try to make some friends." Mr. Strange gestured to the brown-haired Latina woman who was sleeping peacefully a few feet away (they didn't need to eat or drink, but for some reason they needed to sleep?). "We aren't the only ones here who are still conscious, the Inhumans are still functioning, which means there's a solid chance there are people here who are your age who will understand your vine references." Mr. Strange seemed to be reliving a horrible memory before continuing.

"So please, just give me some peace and quiet. Who knows? Maybe you'll make a friend. Don't be scared of meeting new people."

Peter gulped. "I'm not afraid of meeting new people, Mr. Strange. I'm scared of finding people I did know before everything went crazy."

Mr. Strange looked at him for a moment before sighing and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Look, I know this isn't ideal right now, but might a well make the best of a bad situation."

Peter nodded. "Okay. I'll be back in an hour or so." With that he turned and walked away from Mr. Strange.

Within the first 20 minutes Peter was starting to get very creeped out.

To fit half the universe inside of it, the soul stone had to be big, but it just seemed to go on forever and ever. Peter would only past by a few people every ten minutes, but they would just look at him with sullen, emotionless eyes.

A few hours ago Peter was starting to give up hope and thought that Thanos was punishing him and Mr. Strange personally for opposing him. Luckily, when that woman showed up and started talking to Mr. Strange, (what was her name? Elisha? No, it was Elena) it gave Peter hope that everything would turn out okay.

But Peter was definitely not expecting to hear yelling in the distance.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE AN ALIEN! THAT'S SO COOL!"

Confused, Peter started walking towards the voice.

The grass was taller than Peter in this part of the stone. He wouldn't have even known there was someone over here if the person hadn't started yelling out.

"Is the only difference between you and me our skin color?" The person sounded disappointed. "Guess were not that different after all. Humans have different skin colours, too, but not as colourful or as vibrant. I mean, c'mon, bright pink? I'm so jealous of—GAH!" Spotting Peter, the person jumped back, moving away from Peter and towards a pink humanoid behind her (unlike the human, the alien wasn't even fazed by Peter. Why was this person talking to a zombie?).

It was a girl. She was anywhere between 14-17, from what Peter could tell. She was a little shorter than him, but he didn't pay that any attention.

The only thing he cared about was that she wasn't a brain dead zombie.

"Oh my God, you can actually see me." Peter said with relief. Then he remembered he hadn't introduced himself yet. "Uhhh… my name's Peter." He held out his hand for her to shake.

She just ignored the hand entirely and looked at him with a shocked expression for a few moments.

Finally, she closed her eyes and rubbed her hands down her face. "I've finally gone crazy. After all this time surrounded by zombies, I've finally gone crazy. I think I'm seeing another person who isn't a zombie, but in reality, I'm all alone. At least my mind no longer—"

"—What?" Peter cut in. "I'm real. Do I look like a zombie to you?"

The girl slowly looked up. "Are you sure?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah."

The girl laughed in relief. "I knew I couldn't be the only one. There had to be other people who were still conscious. I was going crazy without anyone to talk to. I mean look, I was literally having a conversation with her." The girl gestured to the pink skinned woman, who was now walking away slowly. She then stopped smiling and gave Peter a confused look.

"Wait, how are you not a zombie?"

He shrugged. "It's a long story." He gave her a weak smile. "Want to come back to my campsite? There's two other people, and I'm pretty sure Mr. Strange can explain everything better than me."

The girl frowned. "Did you just say Mr. Strange? What kind of name is that?"

"I know right?!" Finally, someone gets it. "C'mon." He started walking back towards the campsite when he turned around again, making the girl almost bump into him. "I never did catch your name."

The girl smiled. "Kamala. Kamala Khan."

There's the prologue! I have a few ideas but not many, so please leave prompts in the reviews!

Also if anyone can figure out a better name for this story PLEASE TELL ME! The problem with writing a fanfiction within two hours is that it's hard to find a title in so little time.