The feeling was overwhelming. Every single cell in his body seemed to cry out a warning in unison. It was something he was very familiar with, the sense of danger, and in cases like this death. Every part of him told him to move, the freeze option never being available, yet he didn't. There was nothing he could do.
The feeling began to worsen as he weakly called out, "Mr. Stark... I don't feel so good."
Stumbling forward Peter felt the suit which still smelled like a new car move smoothly with him. Moving towards Mr. Stark he felt different than ever. His body listened perfectly fine yet he could barely walk right, his limbs feeling awkward and uneasy no matter how he tried to subtly adjust them. The words of his mentor, the figure he always looked up to rang in his ears. Although Peter looked directly at him it felt like his senses weren't actually working yet at the same time they did.
Within his panic he made out the words, "You're alright." Peter could tell Mr. Stark tried to be reassuring, his emotions almost absent from the voice, an attempt to sound casual as if a trivial manner. Yet as much as Peter wanted to believe him, the genius he always looked up to, he couldn't. Every single fiber of him was screaming.
The panic began to take over as Peter tried to walk forwards stumbling over himself as he mumbled, "I don't-I don't know what's happening. I don't-I don't." Before he could reach Mr. Stark he felt his legs lose their strength as he collapsed weakly into Mr. Stark. He could tell now, something was getting rid of him-no turning him into dust like the others. Although they weren't actually being harmed his senses seemed to scream far louder than if they did.
Peter wrapped his arms around his mentor. They felt weird, so very weird. Embracing his mentor he could see small bits of dust flaking off his fingers. Ahh, the realization hit him. His body was trying to fighting it off, and very much so losing. He had felt the edges of death many times yet he never truly thought of the possibility. He was dying.
He would never see Aunt May again, he would never talk to Ned. God were they dying too? What happened after? Was there a heaven or hell? Was he just going to become nothing, not even able to think? The thought of death confronted him for the first time and it was terrifying. The sixteen year old sounded on the brink of tears as he spoke, "I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go. Sir please. Please. I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go."
As his legs fully gave way he collapsed to the ground making Mr. Stark bend over. The phenomenon of your life flashing before your eyes occurred to Peter, each and every moment of the last sixteen years. His mind was blank for a moment. Despite time going at it's normal pace it seemed to be an infinity in the moment he touched the ground. He was about to die, he never truly believed it would happen but it did.
The face of his mentor seemed to ingrain itself on him, the eyes he always wanted to acknowledge him finally staring straight into his. How much guilt will his words have caused? It wasn't Mr. Stark's fault...
Ever so slightly he lifted up his head to get a good look at the face, indescribable emotions engraved upon it, yet at the same time it was almost hollow. He spoke softly, so softly he wondered if Mr. Stark would even hear it, "I'm sorry."
Then he stopped resisting. The spider-sense which had flared like crazy seemed to calm down under his acknowledgement as his body stopped resisting. He barely noticed that he couldn't feel his heart beating, then nothing.
...
Peter Parker heard music playing through his earbuds. His foot finished the step it was in the middle of already, landing the first step into the apartment. His body almost continued with the left foot and finished pushing open the door, yet the consciousness changed almost immediately. The difference was so stark it almost failed to support itself after the sudden change.
For a moment Peter stood there. Was this the afterlife? His backpack loosely hung on his arm as he almost dropped the DVD player in his hands...
He looked down for a moment, something about this all felt familiar. The clothes he was wearing, the song, the strangely good day that got even better when he returned home. Thoughtless he took a step into the apartment. His body moved on muscle memory, not 'his', but well his...
He pulled out the keys in the door and dropped his backpack the same place as always. The DVD player went on the table above it, the same place he used to always place the junk he found. His aunt's voice rang in the back of his head, "Hey, how was school today?"
For a moment Peter thought back to how he answered previously. He vividly remembered dismissing it as simply okay before talking about the car parked outside, then... then he met his mentor.
"Why the long face?" Peter heard his brain only half processing the voice. He felt like there was a certain weight on his head as he turned his head. It was exactly as he expected, his mother staring right next to her, him. Mr. Stark. He had a black eye on his left, something he later found out the Winter Soldier gave him. There was no mistake, he was back to almost two years ago. One of his fondest memories.
Peter's eyes teared up a bit before he answered softly, "Bad, it was really bad." He felt his legs go weak as he made his way forward, slowly he found himself bending over, heading into the surprised embrace of his mother and mentor.