Chapter 1 – Migraine

After a week of having someone with him on every patrol Peter has to admit he's bored tonight. Wade's off on a job from Weasel so he's not even got the possibility of his boyfriend turning up.

And all the criminals seem to have decided this was the evening to stay in and become couch potatoes.

'I'm bored!' he moans to Karen, falling to sit on the side of a building and kicking his legs out over the alley below him. 'Why is there nothing going on Karen?'

'Would it make you feel better if I said it's probably because you've been doing such a good job at lowering the crime rate?' his AI asks.

'No,' he huffs; there's a disturbance in the alley below has him looking down. 'Is it bad that I'm so bored I'm actually going to go make sure that's a cat?'

'I'd say it's sensible that you're making sure there's not something dangerous that could hunt down innocent civilians,' Karen tries to reassure him.

'Thanks, Karen,' he laughs, then drops down. 'You picking up anything?'

'Signs of life over by the dumpster,' she replies.

He sighs and walks over. 'Here kitty, kitty. You're not going to try and eat people are you? Just checking seeing as I have nothing better to do.' He squats down and looks in the gap between two dumpsters. 'Woah! What the-' he falls back as something appears to leap out from the gap at him, swirling around his head before disappearing. 'What was that?'

Peter turns to look into the alley but it's empty.

'Karen what was that?'

'There's nothing else in this alley, Peter,' she replies, 'except for the life form between the two dumpsters.'

'There's still something in there?' he turns back, just in time to see a cat leap at his face. 'Gah!' he pushes the small furry body away as claws threaten to break through his mask, and the ginger cat scampers off down the alleyway, disappearing round the corner.

'Now there are no other life forms in the alley,' Karen supplies.

'Yeah wonderful,' he grumbles. 'That's it I'm going home.' He pulls himself up the side of the alleyway back onto the rooftop. 'Ugh I think I need an early night,' he says as he reaches the top.

'Are you alright, Peter?' Karen asks him, tone concerned.

'Yeah just felt a bit dizzy when I got to the top,' he waves off her concern, 'must just be because I did so many patrols this week.' He heads off over the rooftops back towards home, suddenly feeling very tired.

'Pete you alright? You've been quiet all day,' Ned asks as they sit down to lunch.

'Fine, Ned, I just didn't sleep well last night and I'm a bit tired,' he sighs, trying not to get annoyed at his best friend's concern.

'You sure? Cause your eyes are looking really bloodshot. Maybe you should go to the nurse?'

'I can't go to the nurse, Ned, you know why,' he huffs.

'Maybe call Tony Stark then? I've not known you get sick since, you know, you got your internship.'

'I'm fine, Ned, I just have a headache and I'm tired.'

'Maybe you should call him, Peter,' MJ says from her place next to Ned. 'If it is the first time you've been ill since the internship.'

'I said I'm fine!' he snaps, pushing away from the table without touching his food. 'I'm going for a walk outside, get some fresh air. I'll see you in class.'

'Peter!' he ignores his friends' shouts and storms out of the doors, heading for outside. His senses are on overload and it feels like his head is about to explode.

They need to learn not to stick their noses in where they don't belong.

Where did that come from? He wonders, blinking as he steps outside. I must be feeling worse than I thought. Maybe I should call Tony.

No. Get some sleep tonight and it'll all be fine tomorrow.

Still unsure he takes out his phone, scrolling through the contacts until he comes to Tony's name; finger hovering over the screen he debates about phoning his mentor. Peter hasn't felt like this since he first got his powers, when fever wracked his body and he honestly thought his head would burst from the sensory overload, gradually though he'd become accustomed to it.

He groans as he hears the bell ring. I'll phone him tomorrow if I don't feel any better, he decides, putting the phone back in his pocket and heading back inside, and just won't go out on patrol tonight. I need to apologies to Ned and MJ when I see them.

Though they shouldn't keep pushing things when I tell them to leave it, that other line of thinking pipes up as he walks through the main school doors.

Inky blackness all around him, almost choking in how thick it is. Peter twists and turns, struggling to move his arms and legs through the thick, whatever the hell this darkness was. He opens his mouth to shout but feels like he's drowning.

Calm down, Peter, it'll all be over soon, he hears a voice say from somewhere.

'What?' he sits bolt upright, blinking in confusion. His covers fall to a clump in his lap and he presses a hand to his eye with a groan. He didn't remember falling asleep.

His phone continues to ring on his bedside cabinet, it being the sound that had pulled him from his dream.

'Ugh, hello?' he grumbles, wincing at the pain in his head.

'Woah you alright Baby Boy? You sound like you got the biggest fucker of a hangover ever. Stark not been letting you at his booze cabinet has he?'

'Wade,' a small smile creeps onto Peter's lips despite his headache, 'when did you get back from your job?'

'About an hour ago, checked in with Weasel first in case you were up to something after school. You alright?'

'Yeah, headache,' he mumbles, 'really bad one. Was asleep when you phoned.'

'Ah shit, sorry.'

'Don't matter, glad to hear you're still in one piece.'

Wade chuckles. 'You miss me, Petey-Pie?'

'Not when I'm feeling like crap, Wade, you know I don't like that nickname.'

'Sorry.'

'No you're not.'

Wade laughs quietly. 'No you're right I'm really not. You get many of these headaches since you got your powers, Baby Boy?'

'Not since the spider bite,' he replies, closing his eyes and lying back down, 'had the mother of all migraines when I had the fever, but since then I've been a clean bill of health. Could be something that only happens once every couple of years though, it's not like I've had them all that long.'

'Hmm… you told Tin Can?'

'Didn't want to worry him, it only started today,' Peter admits, 'plus I did do a lot more patrols last week than normal so it could just be I'm a bit tired. I'll let him know if it's still the same tomorrow though.' He ignores the flare of irritation at that thought, not entirely sure where it came from. 'Feel really weird with it though,' he adds.

'How do you mean?' Wade's voice is suddenly serious.

'Like really irritable,' he explains, 'I snapped at Ned and MJ earlier.'

Wade's quiet for a few moments. 'Did anything happen on patrol on Sunday, Baby Boy?'

'No it was so quiet it was boring. Most exciting thing that happened was a cat jump out at me from a dumpster.'

Wade snorts. 'Spider-Man taken out by a kitten.'

'Shut up,' Peter frowns. 'Why do you ask?'

'Had the HYDRA guys stop by the bar again, seems like their desperate to find something. Just wondered if you'd perhaps come across something linked to it and that might be what's affecting your mood. But if not then I'd say it's just your headache turning you into a hormonal teenage girl on her time of the month.'

'Really, Wade?'

'Jokes don't stop just because you don't feel well Spideykins.'

'Well if you're going to continue being your usual charming, pain the arse self, I'm going back to sleep.'

'Get better soon, Baby Boy,' Wade's voice is soft again, 'need you back out on patrol.'

'Just stay out of trouble, Wade,' he smiles. 'I'll speak to you tomorrow.'

'Easy when I don't have to look after you,' the man teases. 'I…'

'Wade?'

'I missed you, Baby Boy. Speak to you tomorrow.'

'Yeah speak to you tomorrow,' he says and hangs up, trying to fight back the wave of disappointment at the feeling that Wade was going to say something else.

Peter.

Peter sits up, all senses on alert despite the lingering fuzziness in his head. It's the middle of the night, but his night vision is good enough that it doesn't hinder him much. The pain in his head is gone, just leaving him with the fuzziness.

There's no one in the room but he knows someone said his name.

'Who's there?' he asks.

I'm here. It's a voice in his head.

'What? Who are you? Oh god I'm hearing voices, I've actually lost it.'

No you are not insane, the voice replies, a slight lingering on the 's' sounds. I'm here inside you, I'll help look after you. All you have to do is trust me, Peter. Together we can be the most powerful being on this world.

'Why would I want to do that?' he asks.

To protect ourselves, the voice reassures him, to protect those close to you. To protect them from the threat coming closer. From Thanos.

'You know Thanos?' he asks.

I have not met him, but you know of him, the voice replies.

'How does that mean you know him? Peter asks, confused.

I know what you know, comes the response, we are one now Peter.

'Who are you? Where did you come from? I don't even know your name.'

I have no name you'd be able to comprehend.

Peter feels exhaustion gripping his limbs and he sinks back down onto the bed. Just as he drifts off he mumbles, 'I'll think of a name for you in the morning.'

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to the next instalment in 'Another Chance', I hope you enjoy this one as much as the others. Do let me know what you think I do love reading your reviews, and some of the suggestions from them have given me such good ideas for later in the series as well.

Just to warn you that this instalment is going to be a little darker than the other two, I will put trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters if I feel it's appropriate for that one and then place a synopsis of the chapter at the end for anyone who feels they need to skip the chapter.

I haven't seen Far From Home yet, and this entire instalment has already been written, so do bear that in mind whilst you're reading this.

Also I hope you enjoyed Deadpool's recap in the last chapter. I'm not sure I'll be letting him do it again...

Love to you all, and hope you enjoy this story!

L x

As always here's your sneak peek:

'A TV show?' she raises an eyebrow. 'I didn't realise Bucky had perfected using the TV yet, let alone Loki.'

'Hey! I can operate a TV just fine thank you!' it appears the soldier heard her comment. 'Don't put me in the same category as Steve.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' the blond demands, frowning at his childhood friend.

'Steve when you first got a laptop you tried to search on the internet by talking to it,' Tony sighs.