Authors note

This is like a second prologue. One from Barry's POV and one from Peter's.

The next chapter will be a proper chapter. I'm warning you it might take a long time to write that.

9 months. His brother had been in a coma for 9 months. And he wasn't showing any signs of waking up. Peter had always loved his brother regardless of his snarky attitude and the fact Barry couldn't wait to get rid of him.

Becoming SpiderMan was on of the best things that happened to him.

Including getting adopted by all the avengers. Mostly it was Tony Stark. Peter didn't care what the press thought, Tony was an amazing father. His attitude reminded him of his brother. He was still in a coma. Lightning of all the things on the world. It was just a coincidence that it was on the night the particle accelerator exploded, right? He still remembered that night. He had been so excited to see it turned on. But something went wrong. So many people died that night. Even more were injured. His brother had been struck in front of him. It was his fault Barry was unconscious. He had been in front of the window and both of them witnessed the explosion. He could see the Lightning but didn't even imagine it could strike them. He was about to be electrocuted, but Barry saved his life, Barry. The brother he had believed to be hated by, saved his life. He didn't deserve that sacrifice. He missed him. He wishes he would wake up soon. But according to Harrison Wells, he wasn't as close to waking up than he should be.

He was friends with all the avengers now. At first nobody had accepted him because he was 16. Now they were like family. Even though the Black Widow was cold sometimes. But it was her job to not trust people easily. It had been nearly an year since he had been adopted, he had been so lonely before. Without his brother, the orphanage was even more terrible.

He never understood why Barry changed his name.

He would always call him Barry, no ,attend how much he hated him for.

But he didn't have to. He remembered a call he had gotten a few days before the explosion. It was from Barry. He was obviously drunk.

He had apologised profusely for being a total d***.

He had confessed everything to him. Everything he did when he was at dalton academy. Almost blinding someone, black mailing, being the reason for somebody to almost end their own life. Barry had said that he was extremely guilty of all the things he had done, of the person he had become. He had promised him that Sebastian Smythe was one dead and that he would never use that attitude ever again. He would become Barry Allen again. And he also promised to visit a bit more. Even though Barry was drunk and probably didn't know what he was saying, Peter felt hope. Hope, that somewhere behind the mean persona of Sebastian, Barry was still alive. And that there was a chance at bringing him back.

But that Hope had been dead for a long time.

Because there was a chance that Barry might never wake had been in denial for long, but at some point he had to admit there was a chance. Barry's heart had flatlined too many times, he should have been dead but by some miracle he was alive.

Tony did his best to help Barry out.

Peter was grateful. Tony didn't even know Barry but he was helping him. SHIELD, as usual, said that as long as Barry didn't gain super powers from that lightning bolt, it was none of their business. It was against the rules to just help out someone radomly. Their job was to protect people from what they not ready for. They were ready for people in comas.

Though it was expected, Fury had been a little surprised when Peter had told them, in a bland manner, exactly where he should stick his shitty rules.

Peter was elated when he got a call from STAR labs that Barry was awake.

But there was nothing that could prepare him for what happened next.

What happened you ask?

The Flash was born.