Eventually, the food was ready, and Peter spent his dinner listening to Daisy pester Scott about his days in high school. When he was done, Fury showed him to a spare room where he could sleep.

It was raining. That dark, heavy kind of rain that comes with summer storms. Peter just stood there as thunder crashed around him. He was in a deep, dark forest. He heard someone crying, off in the distance. He walked forward, through the grove of trees as the rain fell around him. Eventually, he found a clearing, with a man standing there with his back to Peter. The crying was gone.

"I tried to help you." The man said, still facing away from him "I tried to save you."

The figure turned, revealing himself to be Stark.

"I tried Peter." He said, "Why didn't you listen to me?"

Peter looked behind him and saw a gravestone.

HIS gravestone.

"Good-bye Peter… Again." Stark said to the stone as he walked away, vanishing as he reached the trees.

The crying sound returned, and when Peter looked back at the grave, he saw his aunt lying on the stone, crying. He tried to reach out to her, but no matter what he did, he couldn't reach her.

She just sat there, sobbing in the storm.

Peter looked away for a moment, and when he looked back, she was gone. He turned again and saw his classmates, appearing one by one from the tree line. Some, like Ned and MJ were crystal clear in front of him, the rest, blurry and hard to make out. They said nothing, just stood there for a few minutes before they turned, walked back to the edge of the clearing, and disappeared as they reached the tree line.

Eventually, Peter was alone. He looked down at his grave and noticed the date of death was the date of the Incident, the supposed Snap. He looked down at himself and too his horror, the dirt around the grave began to coalesce, rising into the air, into…

Into him…

"You're a failure, Peter." The other him said, face to face with him. He looked strange. He wasn't fully there; he didn't look like a ghost or a zombie or anything that Peter knew. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it.

"No." Peter said, trying to show some courage "No… You're wrong."

"I'm you Peter, I know. I was there. I died, we failed. You failed. YOU FAILED." He screeched.

He reached for Peter.

"All you will ever do is fail." He said "Give it up. You're just going to hurt them. Hurt May… Hurt MJ. You like her. You want to be with her. And yet, you lie to her. How will she ever love you if she can't trust you."

"No." Peter repeated.

MJ was back, standing next to him. He reached for her, but his hand pasted right through her like she was made of dust.

"Everything comes back to you, Peter."

MJ vanished again. Peter soon heard more crying. A little girl, sitting on the ground in front of the stone. Peter looked closer and realized the name on the stone had changed.

"Tony Stark 1970-2023"

All Peter could hear from the girl was the occasional "Daddy".

"This was you. All you. All your fault." The other Peter said.

The little girl stood up and looked at him "You took my daddy from me!" she cried "this is all your fault!"

The other returned, one by one, each repeating "All your fault."

Peter's eyes shot open and he said up in bed. He was sopping wet with sweat. He took short, fast breaths, trying to figure out what had happened.

"It was just a dream… It was just a dream…" He repeated to himself. He needed a drink, so he got out of bed, put his pants back on, and headed for the mess again.