Pain.
Pain was all Peter felt as his mind surfaced from the murky darkness it had slept in for so long.
He opened his eyes and immediately closed them, as the bright lights around him had burned his tired eyes.
Peter opened them again, prepared this time for the lights.
He could see the glass walls of the med-bay around him.
'What happened?' He thought, confused.
Then it all flooded back into his mind.
The battle.
Thor's sister.
Tony.
The blast.
Peter tried to sit up, but his legs wouldn't cooperate.
He tried to move them, but couldn't.
They felt like two useless bricks weighing him down.
Peter was confused.
He reached down to touch his legs.
He didn't feel anything.
Peter could see his fingers prodding at his legs, but it was as if his legs weren't even there.
Peter started to panic, his breathing becoming unsteady and shallow.
'Ohmygodohmygodohmygodwhycan'tIfeelmylegshelphelphelppleasepleasehelphelphelpme' His thoughts rushed together in fear.
He tried to scream, but couldn't get anything out.
Peter tried again and got a soft cry of "help'' out of his mouth.
He tried again. And again. And again.
Peter mustered up all of the strength he had and screamed. "HELP!"
Yes!
He had finally done it.
Now he just had to keep doing it until someone finally came.
"HELP!" He took a deep breath. "TONY! HELP! PLEASE!"