AN:  This chapter is dedicated to @IceBelle_ for their immense amounts of votes! Thank you! :D

The huge building was more than six stories tall with thick cream colored walls that seemed to run on forever. Some of the windows at the top had been blown out, and some windows at the bottom had bullet holes in them. Glass scattered all over the bloody sidewalk, crunching under our shoes as we stepped up to the entrance.

"We're going to step foot inside the FBI Headquarters. How cool is that?" Peter acknowledged in a slightly giddy tone. He jumped from one foot to the other in an effort to warm up; I thought it might be partially because he's really excited.

Bobby chipped in with Peter's excitement, "I know! I wish it was on better terms, though. Imagine what it would be like to see this place in action. I wonder if we'd meet any spies."

Steve shook his head and drew their attention to him. He put in his earpiece and motioned to all of us, "This building is huge. I think we should split up into pairs of two and go to different levels."

"I think the Captain is right. I'll stick with him," Peter volunteered. "We'll take the middle floors."

Storm spoke up next, "I'll take Bobby to the first level, and if they have a basement, we'll check it out."

"I guess that leaves you with me and the Professor at the top floors," Logan declared and gestured towards me. I nodded and glanced at Steve, who sent a reassuring look back. I knew Peter and Steve would watch out for each other, but I couldn't help but to worry. We all went our separate ways to scout out the building.

Steve and Peter took the first flight of stairs to the second floor of the building. Blood and dead bodies were spread out across the hall. Some were lab tech personnel or FBI agents with pistols in their hands. Gunshots made holes in the walls, almost like all of their shots missed the target. Maybe it moved too fast for them to shoot at. Or...it was never there at all.

"Wow, we really missed the party," Peter surveyed the area and grimaced. Steve turned around to shoot him a disapproving glance before moving down the hall. He stealthily moved around the blood puddles and kept his shield close to him. The silence seemed unnerving and overwhelming. Usually there was noise. Even comms was quiet.

Peter shivered and he looked straight ahead. His Spidey senses were tingling, but he didn't see anything. He turned around and froze in his spot. The creature looked like it crawled out from Hell itself. A ripped black coat covered its body from head to toe. The only things visible were its three long fingers for hands and its portal like face. It just stood there, watching them silently while its fingers twitched and its black and white face spun in a circular motion. Spider-Man remarked out loud, "I've seen a lot of villains in my time, but you sir are the creepiest."

Captain America spun around and stared at the villain for a few seconds. None of them have seen anything like it before, so this was uncharted territory. They fought aliens though, so this should be no different. "Focus, Peter."

"What? It's the truth! Look at this guy! Straight out of a scary movie."

Steve tried to focus and threw his shield at the figure. His shield went straight through him, bouncing off of the walls and right back towards Steve. He caught it and eyed the figure in a confused state. It confirmed his theory of the creature never really being there. It's not in the physical realm which was...odd.

Peter threw some webbing with his right arm's tech at the creature's feet, but it just attached itself to the ground. The creature stepped through the webbing towards the pair of heroes, not being bothered by anything it walked through. Peter let go of the webbing and stepped backwards. He called out, "What do we do, Cap?"

Before he could answer, the creature thrust out its arms forward and a blast of air swept over them. Steve fell to the ground from the force, and Peter fell to his knees while he cupped his ears. An immense pain formed in both of their heads, almost too unbearable for them to take in.

Steve felt warm hands on his face and his eyebrows twitched in confusion. Laughing and talking was all around him and music from the 40's played in the background. The air was hot and heavy, not cold as he remembered it. He opened his eyes slowly and felt his whole body freeze up.

Peggy's loving brown eyes peered into Steve's blue ones, a small smile adorning her red lips. Her brown hair was done up the way he remembered it to be before he went down in the ice. "Steve," she whispered, her English accent floating into his ears.

His heart ached immensely and he felt like his lugs were constricting, as if he was having an asthma attack. The last thing he remembered about Peggy was her death. The way her blank stare looked, the stained blood all over her clothes, everything sent shivers down Steve's spine. Her funeral was beautiful and the way she would have wanted it. A confused expression took over as he gazed at her. "Peggy?"

Peggy removed her hand and set it on her lap. A genuine, caring look spread across her face. "You passed out. Are you alright?"

Steve blinked a few times and felt a slight pain in his head. This wasn't where he was before. He was fighting that...thing with Peter. Right? This had to be a dream. "I...I don't know. What's going on?"

"We're about to start the celebration. The war is over, Steve," she reported in triumph. She ushered him to get up off of the floor because he was causing a scene.

Steve sat up and looked around the room. The brown wooden walls, black and white checkered floor, the bowl-like wall lamps, he knew this bar from anywhere. It was the same bar the Howling Commandos agreed to join his team, the first time he saw Peggy in a dress, and had one of the first drinks he had with Bucky after saving him. The bar was blown to bits. How is it here? The Howling Commandos clinked glasses and laughed as they chugged the whole drink down. "What? How?"

"Oh, please don't tell me you hit your head that hard. It was a small fall."

Steve touched his head gently and shook off the horrible feeling. "I...yeah, I'm fine."

Peggy held out her hand and helped him up. She flattened the wrinkles out of her brown army uniform and held out her hand once more. "Shall we?"

Peter felt the ground underneath his knees change to a plush carpet. He opened his eyes and took his hands off of his ears. He glanced down and saw himself wearing his normal clothes, not his Spider-Man suit like he remembered. He wasn't in the building with Steve or the creature, but rather in Aunt May's home. The dark tan walls, polished hardwood floor, dining table on the left of the house leading to the kitchen, pictures fro all sorts of different places hanging on the walls, it was just as Peter remembered. The smell of freshly cooked dinner wafted into his nose and he inhaled in satisfaction. It's been over a year since he'd been there. He glanced around confused beyond all belief until his eyes landed on one person.

Uncle Ben.

Peter's eyes swelled up with tears and he stood up quickly, easing over slowly towards his uncle. He reached his trembling hand out and touched Uncle Ben's arm. His heartbeat echoed in his ears and his breath sped up. "You...You're r-real," Peter stuttered on the brink of a breakdown.

"Of course I'm here, Peter. Where else would I be?" Uncle Ben adjusted his glasses and he raised one of his eyebrows in confusion. His white hair glistened in the light as he moved the papers on the table to clear a spot for Peter.

Peter hugged him tightly, tears falling down his face like a soft rainfall. He clutched him tightly and his heart ached at the memory. Uncle Ben was on the sidewalk, shot an dying. There was nothing Peter could do but watch him die, and in that moment, he felt like a part of him died with Uncle Ben.

Uncle Ben hugged back, but questioned, "Peter, are you doing okay?"

Peter clutched his uncle's blue knit sweater tightly, for he was afraid to let go. If he let go, what if this all went away? What if he was left alone again? It was all his fault Uncle Ben died. If he just apprehended that robber, Uncle Ben wouldn't have gotten shot. He was the reason his beloved Uncle died, and it tore him apart.

"What's going on in here?" A voice drifted out of the kitchen. The person walked into the room and looked at Uncle Ben and Peter.

Peter glanced up at the figure through tear-ridden eyes, only to cause more tears to form. "Gwen?" Blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, it all flashed through his mind and he immediately knew who that was. He let go of his Uncle and ran to Gwen Stacy, held her tightly and kissed her on the spot. She was surprised, but kissed back with as much passion as Peter did.

Gwen pushed him back a bit. She smiled and laughed, "What? Miss me?"

"You wouldn't believe how much I've missed you," Peter stated quietly. Tears streamed down his face at this point. He couldn't hold them back. He sniffled and set his forehead against hers. "I love you, Gwen."

"I love you too, Peter," she said breathlessly and gazed up at him with her blazing blue eyes. She set her hand in his and quickly kissed him again. Peter never wanted to let her go again, but he moved towards Uncle Ben to see what he was working on. Both of them being back made Peter's heart break even more, but they seemed so real. They were there. He could touch them. Maybe what he experienced was all a bad dream and this was the real world. He wiped his wet cheeks with his hands and smiled through the pain.

He was home.