^^My doge in a bath.^^
she was so mad

  *PETER'S POV*

I groaned, rolling onto my side.

'Where am I? Where is Mr. Stark?'

I was lightheaded and had little energy, so I kept my eyes closed for a bit. "Wha... What happened...?" I opened my eyes to...nothing. It was an empty void. I started to panic as I saw multiple silhouettes walking my way. I scrambled backwards. "Where-where am I? Who're you?"
[Insert vine reference >:3 ]

    "Hey. Calm down. We are not here to hurt you."  Someone said. They had a thick accent and once my vision adjusted to the darkness, I could see that he was in a suit. A...A panther suit...?  "I am T'Challa," he said. 'Oooh Black Panther,' I thought.

More avengers who I obviously knew the names of introduced themselves, excluding this tree guy- which his name was apparently Groot. I didn't know him but he seemed super cool. Apparently he can only say his name yet it's a language that can be spoken. Space is weird...

Then, I saw the people I definitely knew.
Team members.

   "Drax? Mantis? Quill?" I exclaimed.

They disappeared though. I saw it happen-

No.

"We- We're... We're dead..." Tears pricked my eyes. I wasn't ready to die. 'I wanted to save more lives. I didn't get to build that new LEGO set with Ned. I didn't get to tell the world who Spider-Man really is. I didn't get to say goodbye to Aunt May. She did so much for me... I didn't get to thank Mr. Stark for giving me this iron-spider suit.'

I just wanted to help people!

"Kid." Quill started as I looked up, trying to dry the tears streaming down way face. "I...I don't think we're dead." "What do you mean? I saw you guys turn to dust and...and so did I. W-what if Mr. Stark's mad-" "Peter. Listen to me. Stark's not going to be mad at you for basically dying. I think we're in one of the infinity stones. The soul stone. Look at the color of this place." "What does the color of this place have to do with-..." he was right. The void was a rusty orange.

"But... but how?!" I exclaimed. " Think about it. If we were dead, I doubt we would be in this place and it's only people that claim they turned to dust and the superheroes who also turned to dust. I can't think of anywhere else we would be... "

I nodded numbly. It did kind of make sense...

I didn't like being there. I was already itching to get out. I wanted to go home. I missed Aunt May. I wanted to just see her face. I just recently realised that I had a crush on MJ. I didn't get to tell her! Why didn't I listen to Mr. Stark? He told me to stay away from the ship. He tried to send me home but I didn't listen. What if I listened? Would I even be here if I stayed on the bus or at least somewhere other than space?!

    There were so many people here. Confused and scared, but the void was so large that no one was scrunched together. Most were just panicking somewhere or running around. Many were asking heroes like as Black panther, Doctor Strange, Winter soldier, or myself for answers on how to get out of here...

'Like we know!' I thought sarcastically. 'It's not like we've been here before and are just standing here trying to think of a way to get out for no reason! ugh.'

    "...How will we get out of here?" I asked Quill. "Is there even a way out?" "Can we punch it?" Drax suggested. Quill gave him a look as if he were saying, 'really?!' Chaos continued in the endless void. I sighed distractedly.

I hope we get out...

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This is basically my theory on what will happen 😂

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