Hi! I'm sorry for how long this took. The one I posted a few weeks ago cams out weird and the chapter deleted itself from my notes (I think my phone hates me) Thankyou to Silver-Roses12 for pointing it out! One more thing, I'm currently looking for a beta so hopefully soon you won't have to read all of my mistakes!
Peter Parker was a clever kid, he always had been. But no one expected that clever kid to be alright at sports. Peter had always been a nerdy kid, so it surprised everyone when he dated the coolest girl in school (albeit, only for about 24 hours). He was a child, so it shocked (and scared) Ned, Aunt May, and Mr Stark when he fought the Avengers. Point is, Peter had always exceeded everyone's expectations, whether it was in battle or just life. But this time Peter had no idea what the hell was going on, nor did he have an inkling of an idea on how to get out of it.
He knew that it was real. It wasn't an illusion created by the cruel voice, he knew because in the nothing, (which was apparently the soul stone) everything always felt off by an inch. There were things here and there that seemed something like holes in a program. But this place was different; lively, loud and like a punch in the gut for his previously dormant senses.
Better yet, he wasn't even Peter Parker, currently, he was dressed as 'The Amazing SpiderMan'. Draped across a park bench, God knows where dressed as a superhero, and apparently, back from the dead.
Well, this would be fun to explain.
"Umm...excuse me?" Peter groaned as he tapped someone on the shoulder. The woman took one look at him and scampered off with a mix between a glare, horror and fear plastered across he face.
"Wha?.." The boy was left thoroughly confused. Why would anyone run away from the friendly neighbourhood spiderman(admittingly not from this neighbourhood though)? Had someone evil been pretending to be him in his abrupt absence? Was this some kind of alternate universe or something? Did they know that he died and think he's a zombie? Did they know that he couldn't save them? Peter shoved the memory to the back of his messed up mind and proceded to make up another random hypothesis that was obviously was too out there to be true.
He walked through the schools of people wearing particularly cliche looking 2000's clothes. Once he had wriggled his way through the crowd, he came face to face with a bunch of TV's with the news on.
'Tony Stark: Iron Man!?' Read the headline.
Peter cocked his head slightly and squinted his spider eyes. The surrounding people looked at him weirdly but he did his utmost best to ignore it.
His mind strained at the nostalgic image of a newspaper clipping with the exact same headline. A newspaper clipping from when he was 6. 10 years ago.
Peter internally groaned and crouched down in front of the TVs. A crowd was now starting to gather for him other than the news.
He shot up and began speed walking in a random direction. 'What in the nine realms, as Thor would say, am I gonna do now!?' He thought. 'Wait- Thor?' Peter was sure that he had never spoken to Thor before, so how did he know his damn mannerisms?! Sometimes Mr Stark mentions him, but not for very long. Besides if someone was going to blab like that, it would be Captain Am- shit. How did he know any of this?!
The teen ran through crowds of people, pushing past them as carefully as he could. The information wouldn't stop coming. Peter was literally watching every one of the Avenger's (and the most recent addition: Ths Guardians) lives and background stories like they were a film and not a real person's life. He knew everything. He knew about Sakkar. About how Wanda and Vision had pretty much run off together. About what Thanos did to Gamora. He knew the name of each and every hero that had disappeared into the same dust that he had.
All of their faces, all of their words, weighed heavier than anything in existence on Peter Parker's sixteen years old shoulders.
He gagged, only his suits mask holding him back from deciding to let it out. The information was too detailed, too...filling. Multitudinous amounts of overlapping emotions, memories and thoughts were rammed into his head all at once.
The boy got to another bench (this time in a secluded area) and sat down. He swallowed a scream. Every few seconds he would find one of his own memories.
When the info slowed and the pain turned into a migraine Peter sighed in relief. Until he felt a prick at his spidey sense. The pricks reminded him of the similar alarm of his body before he died.
He started hyperventilating as the memory overtook him. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, (opting instead to attempt to focus on the origin stories and drama going on in his head) the sensation pulled him straight back to the day he died, almost like the cruel voice did.
"J- just stop it!" He screamed into the open. He didn't know which annoyance he was screaming at but he knew that he wanted both to stop. Heads turned towards him as people hurried along the sidewalk, away from the strange child in the even stranger one.
Peter searched for the thing watching him and settled for discretely webbing all the security cameras around him. Well, at least his suit still worked.
"Karan?" He asked gingerly
"Yes Peter," her robotic voice answered in a humanly worried way. Peter sighed in relief at the familiar AI.
"Is it possible to go back in time?"
The AI paused as if thinking. "Yes, Peter. Considering the events and revelations of the last 24 hours(years?), time travel would indeed be entirely possible."
When the trespassing and assault of his mind seaced, Peter tried to keep the sparkle in his eyes at bay. He really did.
Peter had been wandering around the city for an hour now, talking to Karan about the random memories of people he hadn't even met, and some he had. His favourite topic was gossiping about Mr Stark with the AI that he created. He had been trying to walk off the persistent person watching him, he had felt the tickle of his spidey sense in the park and moved for a confrontation, but, Peter being Peter, he couldn't find the right time to do it.
When the spider found himself in a corner he really hadn't expected his stalker to run at him and attempt to pin him to a wall. Luckily enough, Peter's 'spideyness' helped him catch his attackers arm and pin them to the wall instead.
He looked up at the man slightly. "Who are you and why are you after me?" The teen said, interrogation mode activated. In truth he was terrified, the boy was shaking and slightly woosy. So much had just happened in the last hour. That fear had probably led him to hit the man a bit harder than he wanted against the wall.
The man scoffed "that's what I was about to ask."
"Well how about we exchange answers. You go first." Peter bargained, shifting his grip on the taller man as not to hold him so tight but tight enough to keep him pinned.
"Agent Parker of Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics division." He sneers. "I was sent cause you were looking terribly suspicious in your spider themed onesie and sticky web things, and let's not forget you suddenly appearing out of nowhere."
Peter furrowed his eyebrows (not that the Agent could see it) in confusion until he realised what the hell that meant. "Wait, your part of S.H.I.E.L.D.?!"
The man wiped off his look of surprise as soon as it appeared, replacing it with a suspicious glare. "You know about S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"Kinda," Peter responded halfheartedly, too busy sifting through all of his second-hand memories about the organisation. Half of it was made up of H.Y.D.R.A. spies, so he was unsure about whether he could trust them or not. In the end, he settled on at least using them to find somewhere to stay, even if it did make him feel guilty as hell.
"Can you take me to Director Fury?" He asked, interrogation mode still activated and echoing slightly in the dark alleyway.
The man simply narrowed his eyes. "Only if I can take you in as a prisoner. You are still a suspicious character after all."
Peter thought for a moment. "Ok. But please no rough treatment."
The man scoffed. Peter let him go, still wary of his presence.
The Agent reached onto his pocket and pulled out some weird looking handcuffs, and jingled them about in front of Peter until he reluctantly turned around to be restrained.
The man kept a firm grip on the vigilante and called for a car to meet them at whatever ally they were in right now.
'This will be fun.' Peter thought whilst being stuffed into the back of a white S.H.I.E.L.D. van.
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