[WP] When Peter Parker was bit by a radioactive spider, he actually fell into a deep coma. The adventures of the Amazing Spider-Man were comatose dreams, induced by the spider's venom. After years, Peter finally wakes up, and is greeted by a familiar face.

It had taken him days to fully come out of the coma. There were glimpses, moments where he'd come in and out of consciousness and opened his eyes, but now was the first time he'd been awake for any length of time.

Peter opened his eyes and squinted against the bright lights. What was happening? How had he gotten here? The last thing he'd remembered was that he'd been on Titan with Mr. Stark and he hadn't felt so good.

"I don't... I don't know what's happening. I don't want go, Sir... Please! Please, I don't want to go... I'm sorry..."

Peter remembered the desperation he'd felt as he faded away into nothing and now... Now where was he? Why couldn't he move?

"Peter?"

Aunt May came into view next to him and the first thing he'd noticed wasn't how upset she looked, but how much she'd aged. Her normally dark brown hair was looking a little more salt and pepper and worry lines framed her features. Peter opened his mouth to speak, but his voice barely came out as a raspy whisper.

"W-What... happened?" He managed to gasp out as he was trying his best not to panic about his situation. He could barely communicate and he certainly couldn't move.

"Peter, oh my god, Peter," Aunt May said to him, wiping the tears from her eyes. "You had a reaction to a spider bite. You've been in the hospital," She told him. "I should go get a doctor," She said to him.

"Wait," He urged as much as he could, using all the strength he could muster to try to reach out for her. His muscles had atrophied from disuse, only allowing him a limited range of motion. He was so used to swinging freely that the difference was jarring and terrifying. Nothing was making sense.

"Peter, it's okay now. You're okay. You're awake," May said to him soothingly. "I'm not leaving. I won't leave you," She told him.

Peter tried his hardest to get out the words he felt he needed to. "What... about... T-Thanos?" He asked her.

May looked confused. "Honey, I don't understand you," She said to him.

"Mr. S-Stark," He said, hoping that might ring a bell. Mr. Stark would know exactly what to do. He'd find some way to explain this and help him.

"Tony Stark?" May questioned, confused. "One of his foundations funded your treatment and he's been overseeing some of it himself," She admitted and Peter looked relieved. "He's got some sort of technology to stimulate your brain activity. He tried to explain it to me once, but I didn't really follow much of it. He calls it BARF, I think," She said. "I'm sure he'll want to be in to see you too," She said to him assuringly. "I told him what a big fan you are of his. You must have been able to hear some things during the coma."

Coma... a coma? There was that panic gripping him again.

"How... long?" He finally asked her.

May was quiet for a moment. "I should get the doctors and call Mr. Stark," She said, not wanting to tell him just yet. She didn't think he could handle that much this soon.

"Please?" Peter rasped, looking towards her desperately. He needed to know.

"You've been out almost three years, Peter," She admitted to him.

Peter looked up towards the ceiling again and closed his eyes against the world. None of this was right. Something must have happened. He had to be trapped somewhere else. Maybe whatever happened to him and the others had sent him into some sort of nightmare world. He fell into an uneasy sleep, hoping that the next time he woke, he'd be back where he belonged.