The walls were yellow, the duvet cover was yellow, even the sky outside of the large window opposite the bed was yellow. He was laying in a bed with way too many pillows on it in a yellow room. He had just about enough energy to move his head left and right on what he realised was a cushion on a mattress. Everything felt muted around him - he could vaguely hear a clock chiming in the distance, but it rang dull around the room instead of giving him a splitting headache. Normally, he didn't actually like anything that made it so he couldn't sit up, but Peter found himself feeling so bone tired that he couldn't freak out about it at all. "Nice to meet you.The first thing that Peter became aware of after the Snap was a weight pinning him to something soft. "Well," he quipped weakly, wishing he had his mask to put on and hide his face, "if we're all dead, you guys should call me Peter." "I'm dead? We're all…" Peter shook his head, looking for the right word. Quietly, slowly, Peter regained his normal breathing and looked at the three men hovering over him. He felt a calloused hand help him sit down on the floor and put his head between his knees. Numbly, he heard the three men worrying above his head, but he tried to ignore them. He was dead, he was in limbo, and what had he to show for it? Unhelpfully, though, his lungs disobeyed him and started working a mile a minute. "Thanos won."Ī moment passed, and Peter tried to breathe normally as he processed that information. We failed." The guy looked at him straight in the eyes. Sam turned around from his plate of breakfast food and opened his mouth, but the long-haired dude cut in first before he could talk. Then he realised none of them were laughing. I didn't even know you had a sense of humour, Dr. "- Oh my god, you guys are hilarious." Peter pointed between himself and the three other men, trying hard not to burst out in cackles and settling for giggling instead. Peter got the feeling he felt very tired. The doctor pulled a face and looked to Sam's turned back for support, then to the other guy sat opposite him (long haired, sweater wearing, kinda rugged in a Jesus way) in desperation, then back at Peter. Peter laughed awkwardly, leaning on the wall. Strange set his glass of orange juice down on the table. More than that, though, Peter wanted to know what the hell was going on. Was there a wizard Target? Peter wanted to know. Instead, Strange looked like he shopped exclusively at Old Navy. Peter had thought he just owned wizard-y cloaks and clothes and stuff like that when he'd first met him because, well, if he was a wizard, he'd wear that all the time. He looked around for the source of the voice and grinned as he saw said person at a kitchen table. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty's awake," a familiar voice remarked as Peter half-stumbled down the stairs of the unfamiliar house. "If you draw on my face while I sleep, I'll web you to a wall," he threatened, and promptly passed out. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he gave one last look at Sam. Suddenly, Peter felt a wave of tiredness wash over him. Wincing at how hot it was, Peter gulped down the cup and set it back down. Sam huffed a laugh as he watched Peter reach over for the cup of tea. Hey, weren't you with Captain America at the airport?" Healing factor," Peter scoffed, quickly getting into a sitting position and immediately groaning. "Now, are you strong enough to lift this tea, or do you need help?" We'll talk about it when you're better recovered." "The name's Sam Wilson, the Falcon," he said, "but as for your other question… it's kind of complicated. He looked like he was trying not to smile. "Dude," he said, or rather, slurred, "what's going on? Who are you?" Peter curled his fingers into the mattress, below the duvet. A built guy carrying a tray of - was that tea? - came through it, and he smiled at Peter. Well, it was amber, but - it fit.Ī sharp creaking noise echoed around the silent room and Peter turned his head towards the door. The first thing that Peter became aware of after the Snap was a weight pinning him to something soft.
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