Summary- Peter goes on a mission with the avengers but gets hit with something. He falls unconscious but wakes up somewhere completely different. (You will get it when you read it)

(Peter's P.O.V)

We are currently on a mission, fighting this strange creature thing.

It fires this beam of light at you, it's really weird.

"Be careful kid" Mr Stark says through the comms, as i edge closer to the thing.

The thing was distracted firing his beams at Captain America that he didn't notice me approach.

I jump down from the ceiling and onto his back, making him fall to the floor.

I pin him but he pushes me off, sending me flying into the opposite wall.

My spidey senses go off just as i feel a burning sensation in my chest and my head swim in confusion.

Darkness clouds my vision as i fall to the floor hearing "PETER" before everything went dark.

(Tony's P.O.V)

I see Peter get flung back into the wall, i fly toward him, but i'm too late.

A beam hits him square in the chest, he stumbles back and i shout "PETER" as he falls to the floor.

Landing next to him i see the thing is being taken out by the others.

I step out of my suit and run over to my Kid.

He has blood coming from his chest, i pull of his mask to see his eyes shut and blood running down from his nose.

I start to shake him praying to Odin that he wakes up, "Petey come on buddy wake up" i say feeling dread settle in the pit of my stomach as he doesn't wake up.

The others run over to us and see my tear stained face, within seconds everyone has tears rolling down their faces.

"Tones, we need to get back. To get Peter help" Steve says placing a hand on my shoulder.

I nod silently picking up my kid holding him close.

As soon as we land Pete is taken away from me, and into the med bay.

I follow closely behind but get told i have to wait outside.

After an hour of waiting but feeling more like years Bruce steps out, confusion and worry evident on his face.

"Is he okay, is my kid alright" i question hurriedly.

He looks to me and begins "We stitched up his chest so that should be okay, but he isn't waking up. He isn't in a coma and he isn't brain dead. I checked his brain waves and they are going crazy, it's like he is awake, it's more than just dreaming. I'm sorry Tony but i don't know how to wake him up, we tried everything" Bruce says looking down at the end.

I feel my world crash down around me.

-What the hell is happening-. i think to myself going in to see Peter.

(Peter's P.O.V)

"Peter. It's time to wake up, you have school to get to" I hear a familiar voice calling out.

-Wait, what-. i think to myself. I crack my eyes open and see Aunt May stood there, looking down at me.

I sit up and feel my head pound, i start to panic slightly remembering May is on a trip around the world and last time i checked i was on a mission with the avengers.

"Come on hun you need to leave in 10 or you'll be late" May says impatiently.

I get up with shaky legs and walk over to my bathroom, as soon as i enter i splash water on my face.

Something feels off as i look around, nothing is sharp or loud or clear.

Fear takes over as i try to stick to the wall and nothing happens.

I don't have my powers, what is happening.

I check my contacts and don't see Mr Stark or any of the avengers.

This can't be happening, oh God no please.

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May ushers me out of the door even though i am in a panicked state.

Walking to school i feel a wave of emotions, sadness was the main one.

How could this happen, one minute i was Spiderman and pretty much living with the avengers, now i'm not spiderman or even known by the avengers.

A few tears slipped from my eyes but i wiped them away quickly.

Nearing school i hear a scream from an alley, from instinct i run in.

I see a women being pinned and then i remember i'm not Spiderman but i know i can't leave her.

I know how to fight as Nat taught me.

"Oi you shouldn't touch a Lady like that" i call out.

He turns around and faces me dropping the women.

"I suggest you fuck off kid" he says about to turn around again.

"How about you fuck off" i say confidence growing.

"What did you just say to me" he growls out stalking toward me, i see the women stand and run sending me a grateful look.

The man throws a punch at me but i don't sense it and get sent tumbling to the floor.

I stand quickly and send a punch to his face, it makes contact and he doesn't even move.

It's then that i remember before i got my powers i was weak, very weak.

He looks at me a fire igniting in his eyes as he lunches me into the wall.

I gasp as pain erupts in my back, he starts sending kicks to my whole body.

After 2 minutes he stops and spits on me before walking way.

I feel blood and tears spill down my face as i lay there trying my best to catch a breath.

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Time passes as i still lay there, not wanting to move from my position.

I finally find the strength to get up.

I check my phone and see i missed my first class.

I know i shouldn't go because of how i feel but i decide i should.

Shuffling out of the alley i lean heavily against the wall, here goes nothing.

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I walk into school, having missed my second class as well.

I limp into my third class and sit next to Ned.

"Oh my God. What happened. Was it Flash" Ned questions.

I just shake my head not wanting to talk and not knowing what to say, like 'oh yeah i woke up and i'm not actually meant to be here. I'm spiderman and know Tony Stark and the avengers and live with them'. Ugh yeah i don't think so.

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It's now lunch time and everything hurts.

Ned sends me worried glances but i brush him off, not ready to explain.

As i sit down with my food a hand slams down beside me, i flinch in fear and look up seeing Flash standing there with an evil grin.

"Awwww, it looks like poor Puny Parker has already been beat up today, we should probably leave him alone" Flash says turning around.

He stops though and breaks out into laughter as he turns swiftly toward me, fist colliding into the side of my skull.

My face hits the table and i feel blood drip down my face from my nose, mouth and brow, all the cuts being reopened.

He laughs and walks away obviously satisfied with what he did.

I need to get out of here.

I stand up grabbing my bag and heading to the doors ignoring Neds shouts.

I need a way home.

I go to the one place i can think of, The Tower.

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I see the tower, towering (i just don't know) over me and i step into the foyer.

I walk up to the deak and the women looks up questioningly at me.

"Hi, can i see Tony Stark please" i ask politely.

"Do you have an appointment" she questions looking down at her computer screen.

"No b-but i need to s-see him" i stutter out worriedly.

"Sir if you have no appointment then you can't see him. Do i need to get security here" she ask looking up at me.

"Please Ma'am, i need to see him, he is the only one that can help. Please" i plead, tears forming in my eyes.

She sighs before calling someone.

Mr Stark walks down obviously confused as to why he was down here.

He walks over to the receptionist and starts to talk to her.

A minute later he turns around and looks to me.

He walks over a corshous look in his eyes to me, "why do you need my help kid" He asks.

I gulp down my fear and look him dead in the eyes as i say "You won't believe me when i say this, but i know you, you know me and i need to get back there".

He looks at me confused but leads me into the elevator.

It is silent until we reach the penthouse level.

Once we reach it he takes me into his lab and says "Explain".

So i told him everything.

(Real Tony's P.O.V)

Two days.

Two days and Peter hasn't woken up.

His brain is still really active but he hasn't moved a muscle.

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One week.

It's been a week and still nothing.

I have barley slept, not wanting to leave the kids side.

I'm onto my 5th coffee of the day and it's only 11 o'clock.

I suddenly hear Peter's heart beat increase, and i'm now wide awake.

Bruce runs in and sees what's happening.

Peter's heart rate doesn't stop increasing and i feel dread rise in me.

Suddenly it stops altogether and i panic.

He is dead.

(Peter's P.O.V)

It's been a month since i got here and we are finally getting somewhere.

"Okay kid. I think i know what we need to do" Mr Stark begins.

I nod my head from where i am sitting on the sofa.

"We need to make your body want be back home and it wanting to be there, like really truly want to be there. The issue is there is only one way to make you really want to be there is by...killing you" he rushes out.

My eyes go wide at the news, "How is killing me going to help me get home" i ask.

He looks at me and sighs, "By killing you it will be like your brain restarts, when you wake up you should hopefully wake up back in your real body" Mr Stark explains.

"Hopefully..." i say with a shocked expression.

Mr Stark nods solemnly. "May as well" i say.

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I lay down on a bed with Mr Stark over me holding his gauntlet, "This is going to hurt okay" he says anxiousness in his voice.

I nod, "Thank you. For everything, i mean it" i say gratefulness seeping into my words.

"Of course Peter. I hope this work and you can go home" he says.

He turns up the gauntlet all the way and starts to power it up.

I shut my eyes willing myself to go home.

I feel pain throughout my entire body, i try to scream but nothing comes out.

Darkness takes over my vision for what feels like eternity and soon lose consciousness altogether.

-

Bright lights.

Pain.

Loud.

That's all i can feel and here.

I crack my eyes open wincing at the harsh light, squinting them closed until it is less bright.

I open them and see Tony stood there worry and relief on his face.

"M-mr Stark" i question, voice scratchy and hoarse.

"Yeah Pete, it's me. I'm here" He says pulling me into a hug.

I gladly hug back as happiness jumps into me.

"I missed you so much kiddo. Never do that to me again. Please" Tony says.

"I won't dad" i reply.

His eyes go wide and says "did you call me dad".

I suddenly feel bad and say "yeah. Sorry", he shakes his head, i fond smile on his lips as he says "don't be sorry son".

That was how i was home.

Safe.

With all my family, but Aunt May, and happy.

That was one hell of a mission.

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