Peter's eyes fluttered open. He sat up and stretched. He didn't remember how he got In his bed. He must have just been that tired from the night before. He was also really sore. Did he have a rough time patrolling? Possibly, though he didn't remember going out that night.

He did remember his project exploded in his face. He didn't even get a chance to show everyone what it was. He was sure he would be in for some teasing for it though. Honestly, who would actually try to build a working time machine and succeed? Maybe he could ask Dr. Strange for some pointers.

His legs sung over the side of the bed and Peter went to the curtains to open them, only to be met with the dark of night instead of morning. He thought he had woken up a bit earlier than usual and the sun just hadn't risen, but this clock was telling him it was 9:37pm. How long had he been sleeping?

"You there FRI?" He asked.

"I'm at your service." FRIDAY answered back, her tone still slightly off. Maybe there was a bug.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"The boss brought you into your room at approximately 11:23pm last night and you've been sleeping peacefully ever since."

Almost a full day? What happened that he forgot about?

"The boss is currently on his way up to see you. He wishes to know your well being."

Where they in some sort of battle? What would've caused him to sleep for an entire day? He didn't remember anything after his machine blowing up. He had a weird dream about his machine actually working and sending him into the future but beyond that everything was blank.

It wasn't long before there were two knocks on his door. It opened and Peter was sure he was still dreaming, because there was Tony, gray hair and all. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Tony strode over and enveloped the boy in a hug.

"Uh- good morning Mr. Stark. Um, is something wrong or…?"

"It's something like that." Tony's voice had a gruff state to it. It sounded as aged as he look.

"What is it? What happened yesterday? Does it have something to do with- that?" He gestured to Tony's hair. "I don't remember anything after telling you to wait so I could prepare a demonstration to show you my project. I know I probably made a mess in the lab so I'm sorry if that happened. I'll clean it up if you didn't already."

"Pete." Tony released him from the hug and sat him on the bed. His mouth opened several times trying to find the right wording. "Pete, you disappeared, for ten years."

Peter blinked at him. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard it right. Yesterday for you has been ten years for everyone else." He inhaled and sat on the bed. "That day, when you asked everyone to wait upstairs while you put finishing touches or whatever on your machine was the day you disappeared. When FRI gave us the go ahead to head down, when we got there, there was nothing except a scorch mark on the table. You were just- gone."

"I- I… I don't understand Mr. Stark. Are you telling me that my machine worked and I transported myself ten years into the future?" Tony merely nodded at his question. "Oh my god, this so isn't as cool as it was in the movie."

"Tell me about it. When you weren't down there, Bruce told us you were trying to build a time machine. We all had a good laugh and poked fun but no one thought you'd actually succeed. We contacted Strange to see if he could find and bring you back, but he had nothing to go on; no references or clue to point out where you could've possibly been teleported to. We all thought you would've gone to the past but we're proven wrong yesterday when you showed up out of thin air in the lab."

Peter sat in silence trying to fully comprehend everything; actually making a working time machine from a toaster and microwave soldered together. "What… happened?"

"Ten years is a long time Pete. A lot of things happened. Gotta be more specific."

"What happened with May?"

Tony rubbed the back of his neck. "Might as well get this out of the way… when you disappeared, we contacted May telling her we needed you for a week of extensive team training because we thought we'd have you back by then. When the week was up, we had to explain that you'd vanished, and she sort of lost it."

Peter's brow furrowed. "What do you mean she lost it?"

"I mean what I said. She lost it, had a complete breakdown. She watched the footage just like we had and it was like things just stopped for her. It was almost like she'd gone braindead. Helen said it was caused by mass depression where she just stopped caring anymore. She stopped eating and going to work, stopped taking care of herself because she couldn't live not knowing what happened to you.

"She's alive though. I had her transferred to our best care facility and she's been well taken care of , but she hasn't said a word since it happened."

"Oh my god… I can't believe- May…" He gulped. "What about Spider-man?"

"Pete-"

"Please."

Tony sighed. "People started asking questions after a few weeks. We put out an official statement saying you were missing, kidnapped by some crazed madman in order to get to us. After six months of nothing, we made another statement, that you had been killed." There was silence for a moment. "That's when May broke. She requested we have a small funeral but all of New York seemed to turn up to honor its fallen hero."

"People- know I'm Spider-man…?"

"They know you were Spider-man. Once the crime rate started to pick up, there was another that donned the suit, kid named Miles. He's been keeping the city right since."

"Okay. Okay uh, what about the others? Cap and Dr. Banner?"

"Pete you should rest."

"Mr. Stark-"

"No. In case you don't remember, you collapsed yesterday after traveling through time and slept for nearly a day. Strange said the action in and of itself is extremely stress inducing and taxing. You shouldn't even have the strength to walk right now. If I feed you too much information at once I could send you into a stress induced coma. Just- sleep. We'll try to figure everything out in the morning okay?"

"Yeah… okay. That sounds right." Peter nodded slightly.

Tony stood up and went to the door. "Do you need anything? I can get late night pizza if you're hungry."

"No, I'm fine. I'll see you in the morning." Peter's eyes sought the floor. There was so much racing through his mind.

"Peter." He glanced up to see a small smile on Tony's face. "It's really good to see you again." With that he shut the door and walk away.

Peter smiled slightly. Ten years into the future… May living in a care facility, a new Spider-man swinging around New York. It was all so much to take in, and it was his fault. He should have never tried to make that machine. An sense of guilt snuck up on him. It was his fault that May was in that facility and it was his fault there was another Spider-man

His fault, his fault, his fault-

"Peter." FRIDAY's voice startled him. "Your heart rate and breathing has sped up. You're most likely going into shock over all that has happened. Would you like me to help you calm yourself?"

"Please." Peter's voice was barely above a whisper. Not even ten seconds after he answered did a stream of soft music hit his ears.

He sat in the edge of the bed until midnight. He could breathe easy by then and the exhaustion on everything set in. He was sore all over and had a massive headache. The only thing he could do was crawl in bed and listen to the music as he drifted off into a restless sleep.

AVENGERS

"How's be doing FRI?" Tony asked as he look at the scraps in front of him.

"He's just now fallen asleep. I believe he had a panic attack shortly after you left."

Tony rubbed his hand down his face. "There's nothing wrong with him though? No- side effects or injuries from it somehow?"

"No. The only slightly concerning thing is his elevated heart rate though the undo stress of everything is most likely the cause. Even now as he's sleeping, it's as if he were running. If it persists through the next few days, you should seek medical attention."

"If he's even here that long. Were you able to contact the others?"

"Yes. They will all be arriving first thing tomorrow. None of them seemed happy to receiving your cryptic He's back, tower tomorrow message though."

"How about Strange? Any word from him?"

"No. I'm still unable to get in contact with him or Wong."

"Figures." Tony snorted. "Keep trying. They're probably the two best people to deal with it… you kept all the video and audio files from when the kid started working on this right?"

"Yes."

"I want you to do anything and everything to find out all the things he brought in with him, every day he worked on it. Make a list and then see if you can find what you need online or shops that carry them. We need to get him back to his own time."

AVENGERS

The next morning seemed extensively different than the previous. Peter was woken up by the sunlight creeping in through the curtains in his room, and boy was he sore. Everything on him ached. It was like the few days after he fought the Vulture; having the building dropped on him and crashing a plane into the beach wasn't something he could easily compare to but traveling ten years to the future was right on par with it. The amount of stress and strain on his body had been coming out and man was it uncomfortable

He sat up in bed and stretched, sleep still heavily weighing on his mind. His joints popped in various places and he debated just lying back down and going back to sleep. He wanted to wake up again and have everything back to normal, be back in his own time and break his machine.

Nonetheless he got out of bed and opened his curtains, letting light from the morning sun fill his room. If he didn't know any better he would've thought he was still in his own time; his room looked exactly the same as he left it.

"Hey FRI?"

"Yes, Peter?"

"Has my room just been sitting since I disappeared?"

"For the most part. Boss wanted it how you left it in case you ever showed back up. There were some incidents with attacks over the years but he always made sure it was put back together. He often came in here when he needed to think or get away from people for a while. It seemed to calm him. He missed you very much."

An odd sense of guilt flared in Peter's chest. Mr. Stark had kept everything the same since the day he disappeared. The clock on his wall was still ticking, this laptop was still sitting on his desk with homework assignments, even the half finished water bottle was there. And what kind of incidents? Did the tower get blown up and his room destroyed? How did Mr. Stark get it back exactly how it was?

"Am I allowed any intel about what's been happening with everyone else?"

"Not at the moment. The others should all be arriving in the hour though so they can tell you themselves. The boss would like to keep your knowledge about the future to a minimum though, for safety reasons."

"It's not like I can go to an old comic shop and buy a sports almanac and bet on the winners." Peter sighed out with a small smile. "I get it though; could change the future for the worse… do you think I'd be able to see May? Like in person?"

"I don't know Peter. I don't think it would be a good idea with how her current mental state is, but I will inform the boss you asked."

Peter huffed a thanks before flopping back in the bed. He had a headache. What good is time travel if he can't do anything?

So he waited. He sat in his room lying across his bed until FRIDAY informed him that the others had begun to arrive. A dull ache encased his body as he got up and made his way through the hall towards the lounge. He heard raised voices greeting one another. He knew the people in the next room, so why did he get a sudden surge of fear and anxiety? It wasn't like he was scared of them, a little nervous for how they would react maybe but fear? It was ridiculous.

"Come on in kid." Tony's voice called. "I think we've kept them waiting long enough."

Peter gulped as he opened the door. The small chatter had stopped immediately as all sets of eyes were on him.

He noticed Bruce first; the man looked tired. He didn't look nearly as aged as Peter would've thought but he equated it to the radiation. Then there was Natasha. Her hair was longer and dyed black. He could see the very fine lines by her eyes and forehead but other than that nothing really changed. The same couldn't be said for Clint though. He looked rugged; hair shaved to a buzz, bags under his eyes, clear signs of being stressed. But he had three kids so it was expected. Steve and Bucky didn't look like they'd aged at all. In fact they almost looked younger. He didn't even put thought into Thor or Loki, whom Peter had to do a double take with because last he knew no one was on good terms with him; they were literal gods who were thousands of years old and he probably would've considered it insulting to them to even think he'd notice them age ten years.

"Uh, hey guys. Um- long time no see?"

"Peter?" Bruce took a few steps until he was in front of him. "Is it actually you?"

Peter gave a small smile. "I told you I could do it without radioactive isotopes."

It took a moment but a large smile appeared on Bruce's face as he wrapped Peter in a hug. "It's really good to see you again kid."

It was like that for everyone. They all took turns giving Peter hugs, telling him they couldn't believe he was actually there, but Peter just kept smiling and assuring them that what was happening was real and he was the skinny sixteen year old kid from Queens that could stand on the ceiling. Loki had stayed out of it, watching in mock annoyance from his spot. He never actually interacted with him prior to the incident and, quite frankly, didn't know why he had to be there in the first place. But seeing Peter with his own eyes intrigued him.

"It's not that I'm not happy to see you alive and well, but why are you here?" Steve asked.

"I've been asking myself that same question every second I found out I went forward this far." Peter said. "I tried to go only ten minutes, and it looks like my miscalculations caused- damage..."

"Peter I assure you that I speak for everyone here when I say we're glad you're here and not dead somewhere like we've forced ourselves to believe."

"Thanks Cap." He smiled slightly. "So, what now?"

"I've been having FRIDAY look over the tapes from when you were first building the machine and scouring the web to find the exact things you had." Tony said. "You need to build another one to get back to your time."

"Not that we don't like having you here to make up for lost time, but the less you know about the future the better." Clint added. "I'm sure you know how the movies turned out."

"Yeah I know; don't wanna screw up the timeline more than I already have." Peter turned to Tony. "I can just give you a list of the things I brought back every day instead."

"Right, because it was like yesterday for you… okay kid. Get me a list and I'll track everything down for you."

AVENGERS

Peter had been laying back in his room. He'd written up a list of all the broken down appliances and old game systems he rummaged and given it to Tony. He argued that Tony should search for broken ones that pretty much served as scrap at that point because those were the kinds Peter had used in the first place. Tony had argued that he should work with ones that were in working condition so it wouldn't blow up in his face and send him to the wrong time again. They'd compromised for the most part; look through junk and salvage sites and if they weren't there then they were bought in a basic new condition.

It was all nerve wracking. Peter didn't remember every little thing he did to it because he was on autopilot when he made it. He did make notes of almost everything though. Hopefully Tony has put them in a safe place somewhere.

Then there was the ache. Peter thought it was just a general side effect because of the whole ten year leap, which was still a possibility, but he was really sore. His head hurt to the point where he thought he was going into sensory overload but it never really seemed to go beyond that and he was stuck at the peak before it actually happened. He felt ill, almost nauseous. Was it possible to get motion sick from time travel?

"You are the spider child." Peter nearly had a heart attack at Loki's sudden presence in the room.

"Spider-man actually." He shot back.

"Oh, but not anymore you're not, not in this future at least. You don't exist in this future."

"Can I Help you with something or did you come to torment me?"

"If I had come to torment you then you would know." Loki smirked at Peter's eye roll. "You're dying."

Peter blinked at him. "Excuse me, what?"

"You can feel it can't you? There's something wrong with you on a cellular level; you're not regenerating as fast as you should be and it's causing- problems."

"How do you know that?"

"I can see it. You human have a saying- eyes are the window to the soul- or some nonsense like that; your eyes are telling me all I need to know that you will not last a fortnight in this time."

Oh dear. That's not what he expected at all. Leave it to Loki to make a bad situation worse.

I'm trying to get it so you guys have at least one chapter a week but life's pretty hectic right now so I really cant say when the next chapter will be up. Talk about a cliffhanger huh? I always work on it in my spare time though so you cant say I'm not trying.

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