Peter groggily opened his eyes. The room was bright, large windows made up one of the four walls around him. Blinds half shielding the dark sky outside. Peter sat up, pushing the white sheets to one side as he slid his legs onto the tiled floor.

He looked around the open space and finite furniture before turning to the door, seeing the hallway through the glass slit in the wood. He shakily stood up, gathering his bearings before taking a step forward. Wobbling he grabbed the end table next to him, a small plant pot teetered and toppled over the edge.

Catching the corner of his eye, his head whipped around to the pot, as he reached out his arm, it was like everything slowed down to an almost complete stop. He grabbed the plant, but it felt...strange, light as air. He released his grip, pulling his hand away to see the plant hover in the air.

He knelt down, getting a closer look, noticing how it wasn't so much stuck mid-air, it was just falling so slowly it looked like it was frozen. He grabbed the pot, placing it back on the table, and almost subconsciously he wandered to the window. Peering down tot he street to something so unbelievable.

Cars and pedestrians were frozen as well, the light trail of tail-lights was clear as day, it looked picturesque.

Peter now having gained some feeling back in his legs dashed out the room, the door swinging open like it weighed nothing. He skipped steps down the hallway, peering in every open door to see if he could find Tony or Caitlin.

Eventually he came across the lounge room, seeing Tony and Caitlin both affected as well. He sat on the couch, looking down at a cylinder on the coffee table, while she seemed to be heading towards the door. Peter wandered over to her, waving her hand in her unresponsive face.

He turned to Tony, bounding over to him. "Mr Stark?" He muttered, seeing no response from him, like he was nothing more than a statue.

"Well aren't you a fast little bug?" A voice echoed, Peter spinning around to see a man leaning against some counters in a small kitchen area.

"Wha-Who are you?" Peter huffed, taking a defensive stance in front of Tony, but the mysterious visitor didn't seem particularly threatened by the boy.

"Relax, I'm not you're enemy." He said, though Peter remained unmoved. "I'm August. August Heart."

"What do you want?"

"I'm here to meet you...was that not obvious?"

"Me?" Peter mumbled, watching the man stroke a collection of glasses as he walked past, wandering closer to Peter, yet keeping his distance.

"Well, I didn't do this." He said, holding his arms to remind Peter of the currant situation. "You did. I'm just running at the same speed as you."

"What are you talking about?" Peter hissed, confusion and fear taking the reigns.

"You truly don't know?" He said, cocking his head to one side as Peter shakily held his ground. Something the man noticed, watching the boys legs quiver as he stood with his arms raised. "We don't have time to talk now, but I can tell you everything if you're willing to give me a chance."

"Trust you? I don't know you."

"Maybe not, but right now I'm the only person on this planet who can tell you what's going on." He said, moving over to the weakening Peter. The boy almost stumbling back before August grabbed his arm. "I can help you control this Peter. I can tell you what that is." He said, looking down at the glass cylinder on the table, Peter catching a glimpse of something small inside. "I can give you all the answers, but I need some trust."

Peter stared at the cylinder, then up at Tony before his gaze turned back to August. His vision was growing blurry. "What's happening?"

"You're just tired, it's perfectly normal. You're body isn't used to your power yet." August explained, guiding Peter away from Tony and towards the door. "Will you let me help you?" He added as the two limped down the hallway towards Peter's room. The entire trip was groggy and a blur, Peter only managing to regain brief composure as August dropped him onto the bed.

"If you can give me answers..." Peter whispered. "I'm willing to listen." He said, August giving him a smile as he moved to the doorway.

"Star Labs has an airstrip at the airport, take that and show it the desk clerk." He said, pointing at a plastic card on the end table that Peter grabbed, looking at it before shoving it into his bag. "I'll meet you there, but, promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Keep this between you and me for now."

"Why? I trust Mr Stark with my life."

"It's not about trusting him right now. What do you think is going to happen when the world finds out a kid can slow down time in the blink of an eye. At least until we get you in control, keep it hush, hush." He said, waiting for Peter to reluctantly nod before he gently closed the door and seemed to almost vanish. Tiredness hit Peter like a rush, he dropped back against the pillow, his eyes teetering closed before he let out a sigh and everything went black.