Narrator's POV

"Mmmm..."

Oliver 's head perked up when he felt a low vibration against his ear. He had been in bed with Peter, laying his little head on his brother's chest to make sure his heart kept beating.

"Peter?" He whispered.

Stephen and Tony were asleep on the couch across from them. This was the sixth week Peter had been in his coma, and they still came to sleep with him every night.

Oliver stared at his brother. He thought he heard a groan come from him. He must've been tired and though he was hearing something. He laid his head back down.

"Immucmlebmen..." Oliver sat up. This time he heard Peter's voice. He had mumbled something.

"Peter? Peter are you awake?" Oliver asked, whispering. He shook his brother a little. "Peter." He felt Peter shaking. "Peter." Oliver said a little louder.

Peter began to shake violently in the bed. The heart monitor was beeping uncontrollably.

"Dad! Papa!" Oliver yelled.

Stephen and Tony sprung up.

"Peter?" Stephen asked. The monitor's beating settled into his ears. "Peter!" He sat up and ran over to the bed. He felt Peter's forehead. "Oh god." He pressed the button next to the bed on the wall.

"Oliver come here." Stephen got Oliver off the bed.

"Stephen what's happening?" Tony asked.

"His blood pressure, it's too low." Stephen said.

Doctors and nurses came into the room.

"Excuse me sir." One of the nurses pushed Tony aside.

"I-" Tony stopped himself.

They pulled the bed off the wall and out to the hallway, where they took Peter away. Stephen and Tony watched them disappear.

Oliver turned to Stephen. "Is he going to be okay?" He asked.

"The doctors will take care of him." Stephen said.

Peter's POV

"Okay listen."

"Ah!" I gasped. My eyes shot opened.

I was standing in a white room. There was nothing but white in the distance.

"Peter." I heard a voice.

I turned around. Aunt May stood next to me.

"Aunt May?" I asked. Then I noticed a shiny brown casket behind me. It opened.

I saw myself in it, wearing a suit.

"Oh my god. What happened? Why am I-"

"Peter, your blood pressure is extremely low and declining still. What do you think is going on?" She spoke softly. She was so calm.

"Oh my god, did I die?" I asked.

"No, but your fixing to." She said.

"Quick, what do I do?" I asked.

"Don't panic." She said.

"How do I do that?"

"You don't panic." Suddenly Wade appeared from behind her, he laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Wha-" Tears settles in my eyes.

"Remain calm Peter." Aunt May said.

"There must be something in here that calms you." Wade said, looking around at the white. "Go and find it."

Suddenly the coffin slammed shut and fell forward, shattering the white under my feet into millions of pieces. I fell down, it was dark now. I saw Wade and Aunt May looking down at me as I fell. I reached out for them, but I just kept falling.

Then my back hit hard. All the air had gotten forced out of me. I laid on the ground, gasping for it. My arms and legs felt so heavy, I couldn't get up.

Then I saw the casket falling toward me opened. My eyes widen, I hurried to get out of the way, but it ate me whole.

I opened my eyes. I was in the Sanctum. In the hall with all the doors.

"Peter hurry." Suddenly the door to my left opened, Aunt May sat in a chair reading a book. "You're running out of time."

"How do I-" The door closed. "Wait!"

I opened it, only to find an abyss of darkness.

"Petey." Wade's voice settled in my ears. I turned around. He was in another door, holding Oliver.

Oliver smiled at me and pointed to something. He mouth something. I couldn't make it out. Then he waved. "No, wait!" I leaped forward to them, but the door only bent, and bounced me back like a trampoline.

I was going falling in the direction behind me. I saw a vase. I was heading right for it. I covered my face with my hands. I brushed it slightly with my body, knocking it over it. I uncovered my face and turned to see it shatter, but I saw a red shadow fly to it. It was Levi. Levi caught the vase.

He doesn't want us to hurt it

I heard Dr. Strange's voice.

I turned around and saw a window. I was heading right for it. I covered my face up again, this time going through the window and shattering it. I hit a brick wall, hard. Then fell straight down.

"Ah." I groaned. I sat up slowly, looking around. I was in a lot. A dirty, smelly, dark lot. There was little light.

Then I saw a shadow. An outline. A figure of a man standing right at the entrance to the lot.

"Who are-ah!" I grasped my chest. I couldn't breathe.

"It's okay Peter. I'm here." Said the figure. It stepped forward into the light.

Tears filled my eyes. "Uncle Ben?"

"Hey Peter." He smiled.

"Wha- Why? I-" I was at loss of words.

He wrapped his arms around me. "Shh. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here." He said.

I hugged him tightly. "Oh Uncle Ben!" I cried. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too Peter." He said, pulling away and smiled at me.

"I thought I'd never see you again." He wiped my tears with his thumb.

"You can see me now." He smiled. I gave a small chuckle. "In fact, you could see my all the time." He said. "You could be with me all the time. Me and your Aunt May."

"Really?" I smiled. That sounded good. "I could be with both, you and Aunt May?"

"Oh yes. All the time. Forever." He said. "Just us three."

Something in me felt wrong. "What about Dr. Strange and Mr. Stark?" I asked.

"They'll be with us too."

"And Oliver?" I looked up above me. A white light appeared. "Uncle Ben, I can't leave him. I have to protect him." I said, holding his had.

"Hey, hey. It's okay." He smiled at me.

I felt so tired. I felt heavy and limp. My eyes felt heavy and sleepy. "Uncle Ben..."

"It's okay to give up. It's okay to fail sometimes." He held me in his arms. My eyelids inched closer and closer to each other. Everything blurred. I couldn't almost see anything. I could hear my heart pounding hard in my ears.

I could hear myself panting for air. "I-I..." My eyes closed.

"Shhh, it's okay. I've got you." I heard Uncle Ben speak softly.

I could feel warm and soft around me, refusing to open my eyes. I was floating, softness brushed my skin. It felt so good.

Peter...

It was Oliver.

All these memories and flashbacks rushed through my mind. Every second I had spent with Oliver came across my mind. Every word he spoke, every cheeky smile, every tear, every scream, every little giggle, everything.

My eyes shot opened.

Uncle Ben stood in front of me with Aunt May holding his hand. I stood up, running past them.

"Sorry Uncle Ben. Oliver needs me. He needs his big brother." I said, running through the street, racing past people and bright lights. I shot webbing at a building and pulled myself into the air, swinging into the moon in the sky.

"You were not ready." I heard Uncle Ben's voice in my ears.

"AAAAAARGH!" I pushed past the moon. It's white light filled my eyes.

I focused on the light, the craters on the moon laid out in a pattern. There were six large craters, making up the light of the moon. I squinted my eyes, but slowly began to open them. The craters turned into lightbulbs. People wearing green surgical masks hovered over me. "Oliver." Was the only thing I managed to say before getting pulled into the white of the bulbs.