He couldn't see. All he could do was feel the glassy smooth ground beneath him and the not too cool, not too hot air that surrounded him. He could hear all these voices, some familiare but one seemed so foreign to him that he couldn't comprehend it. He felt lost. He slowly opened his eyes letting the illuminated orange light in. At first all he could see was shadows, some in huge clumps, some by themselves. As he gained focus on reality he noticed familiar faces and one he had never seen before. She was green with black hair that became a fuschia color creating an ombre effect. She seemed to be talking to Quill. Out of the corner of his vision he could see some of the newer Avenges but no indication of Tony or the original Avengers. He figured that they probably all survived. Peter tried to get up as his vision started to get blurry again. Strange took notice and casually walked over to him.
" Good to see you awake." Strange offered him a hand up.
Peter cautiously took it as he hopped to his feet. Everyone started to take notice of the sixteen year old then. Some walked over to say Hi while stayed behind watching from afar.
" Are you okay?" asked Quill putting a hand on his shoulder.
" J… Just a little light headed." He told him as he felt like he was going to pass out, swaying on unsteady feet.
" Where am I? Is this Heaven?" He asked no one in particular.
He could here a couple of snickers.
" No you're not in heaven." Strange told him.
" Are you sure because I think I see Jesus over there." Peter responded pointing towards Bucky.
" Look kid, I'm not Jesus and I never will be." Bucky responded from where he stood.
" We're in the Soul stone. It's where we all go when Thanos took our lives unwillingly." Strange explained.
" Is there anyway we can get back?" Peter asked a hint of hope lacing his words.
" If the ones who are left can fix time itself than yes."
Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing. The only way out was to rely on the people he trusted made him anxious. He trusted them but part of him wondered what would happen if they failed.
" So we just wait here?"
" That's right." Strange answered sounding annoyed by all the questions he had to answer from this kid.
" Is this the other Peter you were talking about Quill?"
Peter turned around to face the green alien that stood in front of him.
" Yeah um.. Peter, Gamora. Gamora…..Peter." Quill introduced.
" There's two of you now?" Gamora asked putting one hand on her hip the other hand out in a sign of greeting. Peter shook it.
" He's just not as stupid." Strange put in.
" Hey!" Quill barked back.
Peter couldn't help but smile but then immediately remembered the situation they were in.
" You sure you're okay?" Quill asked him, concerned.
" I just wish we weren't stuck here." Peter said, sadness lacing his tone.
" Well we'll be out of here soon." Quill responded, reassured him.
" Yeah." Peter whispered as he stared at the orange clouds that floated around a too peaceful sky.
