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It was dark.

Too dark.

Peter walked around in complete darkness, he couldn't even see his own feet.

"Hello?"

His voice echoed off invisible walls.

Peter could feel his chest tighten slightly with a growing panic.

'Where the hell am I?'

Peter continued to walk around. The silence was causing a creeping panic to flow through the young heroes body.

drip

drop

drip....

Peter went towards the only source of sound. He didn't see anything but the sound continued.

drop

drip

drip...

Then a splash noise bounded through Peter' ears as he fell through the puddle, his screams silenced in the mysterious liquid.

When he came too again, he looked at his surroundings. His breath hitches.

"No-no no no"

Peter whimpered as he tried to move backwards but he remained in the same spot on the tiled floor of a small store.

'Please no'

Lights flashed as sirens wailed.

Peter's ears filled with the loud ringing, and the sound of screams.

A weight had suddenly been placed on his legs. Peter looked down seeing the dead body of his Uncle Ben, blood pooling under his body, the blood dripping onto the once clean floor.

"It's all your fault". Peter looked up to see the grinning face of the man, his already fired gun hanging in his hand. "If only you moved faster Spider-Man."

Peter couldn't take it any longer.

He ran

The sirens and screams grew louder, the images of his uncle and the blood dripping on the floor flashed by quickly.

Peter's breathing quickened and he fell to the floor, sobs shaking his body and he curled into himself.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry..."

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Peter jolted up in his bed, hitting his head on the ceiling.

'ouch that hurt'

His breathing was still fast and ragged, his sheets covered in sweat.

Peter looked around quickly, slightly relieved to see his bedroom, his computer, and his small desk.

But that wasn't enough to stop the horrific images plaguing his mind.

With blurry eyes, Peter pulled his phone out of the wall where it had been charging.

Small sobs still came out of the boy, as he scrolled through his contacts in need of some sort of comfort.

'Ned' he thought, 'please be awake'

Are you up?

Why are you up?

Dude please don't laugh..I had a really bad nightmare and I can't seem to calm down. pls help man.

Oh shit. Sorry. Do you want to talk about it?

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Tony had been working on a few trinkets in the lab when his phone buzzed.

'Wonder who else is up at this hour'

Tony frowned slightly. Why was the kid up at 2:30 in the morning? He opened the messages.

Peter seemed to be in distress so Tony put his wrench down and chatted with the teen over text. The young hero explained his nightmare and to be honest, it sounded horrible.

If you want, you can hang here tomorrow. We can chat some more if your up to it. I know talking to someone can help.

Thanks Ned. I needed that. I really appreciate it.

Tony stared at his phone in shock and in slight amusement. 'pftttt. The kid thought he was talking to Ned.'

Hey uh, Pete? Look who your'e texting.

Why?

OH MY GOSH. IM SO SORRY MR STARK. I HAD NO IDEA.

Hey kid it's fine. I meant what I said.

Thank you Mr.Stark. See you tomorrow?

Yup. See you tomorrow.

Well, I guess he had the wrong number.

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So... I hope it's how you wanted it. I'll try to post more often guys. Thanks for reading I really appreciate it.

And now my phone knows the word SpiSpiBoi. Yayyyy