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How many days has it been...
One...week?
One month..?
One...year...or more?
He doesn't remember anymore, he really doesn't remember anything, his mind which remembered almost everything felt hollowed out.
As if someone took out his brain and scalped everything important to remember out.
They only left the pain...
Was it even painful anymore?
Peter didn't feel the pain anymore, his mind, his...spider-sense didn't react to it anymore.
They did everything to make him feel this way.
Tired. Broken.
And now lying on the white, white...white...white...bloody..bloody– operation table malnourished, pale...dead...dead...pale...with a stone implanted in the middle of his forehead...pain...pain, his last consciousness remembered one last time how everything happened.
How his Peter Luck made his already miserable life more...miserable.
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It was midnight, as Spider-Man swung through Queens, his enchanted hearing expanding through every alleyways, streets trying to locate the unusual was it really unusual sound.
'Where...Where is it, come on locate it...' Spider-Man felt tired, his wrist ached as he shoot another organic web against a nearby rooftop.
Yeah he now had organic webs, cool right?
No. Well it is cool..., it's just weird.
He still needs to learn how to control it properly.
Spider-Man groaned as he landed on the rooftop with a small hiss, he massaged his wrist.
"Man, I do feel old~" the twenty-three twent-eight old man sighed.
Yeah Spider-Man, Peter Parker is now an adult.
How weird, how...nostalgic. He still remembers the first time he went out as Spider-Man, it's been nine fourteen dust..the blip...five dead...dead...years.
Right...there! Right across the...street
Unusual...danger...familiar...danger
His spider-sense pulled him out off his memorable memories. Spider-Man quickly without waiting any moment followed his senses.
After years of fighting, his senses and enchanted powers grew a lot.
Following his spider-sense Spider-Man found himself in front an abonden warehouse danger, danger, he ignored how his body stiffened up, he ignored the abonden building falling...falling...stuck..stuck.
Spider-Man shook his head, he can't think about the past, he can't think about his fear.
"Let's see what we're dealing with..." he muttered under his breath as he stepped into the warehouse.
The first thing he noticed was how dusty dust...dust..hurt.. it was. The next thing the unusual sounds and the bright light that came out of the underground.
"What is happening?" his spider-sense was screaming, screeching DANGER...danger... he couldn't even talk about his enchanted hearing it hurts..., it hurts, the unusual sound was making him dizzy, a big tinnitus made him slighly bend over.
"Ugh...!" Spider-Man groaned in pain.
'Was it a trap? Did he walk into a trap–' a horrifying scream made him run the stairs down. Idiot, idiot!.
He ignored the danger, he ignored it because Spider-Man Peter thought someone needed help, someone – NO...multiple people needed help.
Why could he hear them now!? Children crying,adults screaming in agony.
Why...? Why didn't his hearing hear them! How!? How long where they in pain...? How long where they in there!
Spider-Man didn't notice the stairs disappearing behind him, he didn't notice the creature behind him.
He failed to notice.
Before he could step into the clean...clean?..clean floor his body crumbled down hard, his mind went black.
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White
The first thing he noticed as his eyes opened was, how white the ceiling was.
The second thing he slowly noticed is that he was shackled in vibranium cuffs on an operating table.
The third thing he realized too late was that his suit and mask 'no...no..No...NO' was off.
Someone...took everything off, and changed him into a hospital gown.
"W-Whe'–ugh.." he coughed, why was his throat feeling dry.
"You're awake...Number" a sudden voice made him shift his tears filled eyes to the side.
'Number 0, what?'
"W-Who...‐" Peter blinked his eyes, letting the tears fall 'why was he tearing up!?.'
A human,– he didn't look human, humans don't have one eye in the middle of their forehead,- stood beside the operating table.
"The first analysis are complete, we're now beginning with the second phase"
'What analysis? What second phase'
'What is happening to him'
'What...have they done..to him–'
PAIN...PAIN...SCREAMS..HURT...HURT..
HURT...DANGER...DANger...dang–
'They...They took his blood. They cut of his skin tissue without anesthesia blood...healing...healing'
'Why couldn't he remember...? Why was his brain feeling fuzzy...'
"Let's begin Numer 0"
And the last thing Peter remembered was a scream his scream and a body his body which tried to break free from the vibranium cuffs.
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Blood...too much blood, across the white wall, floor even the ceiling.
Too much screams...too much trashing...trying to break free.
Senses which went haywire...danger...danger
Too much...too much...
Help...someone help...help...HELP...HELP
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How many hours passed by, he didn't know.
Which day was it, he couldn't remember.
He just knew that every time he woke up there was pain. Every time he woke up something new was tested on him.
His spider-sense went quiet...has it been so long that his spider-sense couldn't tell the danger anymore...?
His enchanted hearing was still active and Peter wished it would stop.
He hates it. He despite it.
He could hear them. He could hear the monsters. He could hear every steps they would make, every breath, every heart beat and the most agonizing...he could hear when death pulled across the hallways.
There were others, other enchanted people like him...but not anymore...everyone slowly died DIED...DIED and he couldn't help!
Guilt...guilt...sorry...I'm sorry!
Once again Peter was nothing without Spider-Man, without the mask.
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His power started to fade. Not really fade but they stopped fighting back.
His boy paled, started to look malnourished, the scars, the wounds stopped closing. Hungry...hun..gry..
And his mind started to hallucinate one last time before something worse.
He started to see his Uncle...his Aunt..his Mentor father figure..
And then he saw the monsters.
His body didn't react to them anymore, his mind went quiet every time they stepped inside the white...white...white..hate..HATE room.
"Number 0 is ready for the final phase"
His dull brown eyes gazed up at the monster. They were pushing a cart towards his bloody table.
At first he ignored the cart thinking it was the usual but when he noticed a bright green familiar...familiar stone his eyes widen in terror.
'No...No...' his body which had stopped moving, which had stopped fighting back started to trash against the cuffs.
'They were supposed to be gone! They...were gone! They...had won! They had won!'
"N'...N-..N..o..!" He couldn't talk, his tongue couldn't form a proper sentence.
When was the last time he talked?
He didn't remember...he didn't remember.
The monsters ignored his trashing, ignored his screams.
Peter shook his head as two of them held his head in place.
"N-NO! No...No!" A broken scream echoed through the room, which continued for hours as the monsters opened up the central part of his forehead, forcefully.
Peter felt his thin wrist break, he heard his bone break but ignored it. He didn't feel the pain, it wasn't painful.
It wasn't more painful then being cut open.
He didn't hear the sound the vibranium cuffs started to make. He just trashed, he just used all his power one last time trying to break free.
But as always...his luck wasn't on his side.
Because as soon as the cuffs broke, his mind, his body broke.
The tiny infinity stone, the time stone, the ancient stone was implanted in his open forehead, raw.
His blood streamed down heavily, his breathing started to fade, his heart beat slowed down, they ignored, he ignored it.
Peter felt his brain, his cells, every atom in his body merge with the time stone.
HURTS...HURTS!!!
He felt how the time stone pulled every power inside his body towards himself, sucking his body empty.
When Peter closed his eyes for the last time he felt like an empty shell.
Peter Parker died that day.
And the infinity stone resurrected him that night, after reliving Peter Parkers life from the beginning to the end.
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A terrifying green light brighten up the white bloody room.
The blood pale-grey malnourished body lifted himself up, green eyes glared venomous at the monsters, making them shiver in fear.
The dead body looked ancient with the time stone shining brightly.
"Perish" one word, one movement and everything dissolved in dust.
The Suffering of the boy ended.