Peter was having a strange day, but when is that anything new? In fact, if all of his days are strange would that make strange his normal?

He didn't have time to wonder about that because he was floating alone in space. Well, he didn't truly know if it was space, he could breathe so he supposed it couldn't be. But it was dark. And quiet. And so, so cold.

If someone asked how he ended up here he wouldn't have an answer. He was simply walking to Stark tower on the sidewalk next to the subway when he fell through the sidewalk. Like the cement liquified and he sunk through faster than he could react. Now he was here.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes of being lost in this abyss, but he was sure this was how he was going to die. And he didn't even get to attend Morgan's seventh birthday party! She was so excited for her 'big brother' to attend, and now he was going to let her down because was god knows where.

Peter knew he had more pressing matters at hand, such as being lost in an abyss, but he couldn't help the guilt flow over him. Morgan was going to be so sad he missed her party.

Darkness floated around him, or maybe he was floating around in the darkness- it didn't matter, he was drifting. His powers made him colder faster than the normal human, so this freezing void was hell. To distract himself from the literal ice forming on his body, Peter started to count.

It was only when Peter counted to 1783 when a bright light flickered and engulfed him. Letting out a scream, Peter closed his eyes as the light blinded him after being in the dark for so long. He felt himself falling, his stomach dropped at the sensation and before he knew it, he was back on the sidewalk right where he was when he fell through.

The night sky loomed over him and the streetlights illuminated his sickly pale face. Peter had no idea how late it was, only that he definitely missed Morgan's party and that Aunt May had to be having a heart attack at trying to figure out where he was. Without another thought, Peter clipped on his web-shooters and swung back to the apartment as fast as he could.

A warning bell went off in his head when he swung to his bedroom window to find it locked. May knew better than to lock it. Peter quickly dug in his bag and took out some tools to pry open the window before jumping into his room. Only it wasn't his room- his bed was missing and so was all of his possessions. Instead, in their places were dusty boxes of miscellaneous household items.

"What is going on?" Peter mumbled under his breath. He quietly walked out of his room and into the kitchen where he froze.

There in front of him wasn't May, or Happy, or even any of his friends. Instead, it was a young couple only a few years older than Peter watching television in the darkened room.

He didn't want to scare them, so instead, Peter noiselessly went back out the window and swung to the police department. Something had happened, and he had no idea. But his main priority was to find May- and if she wasn't in their apartment then maybe she was missing too.

Peter walked into the police station out of breath from all of his swinging. He sighed contently at the heated room, as he walked up to the officer at the desk. "Hello," he started hesitantly, "I'm looking for my aunt, May Parker." The man tipped his hat back and his wide eyes stared at Peter.

"A-and what's your name?"

"Peter Parker, sir." Peter answered warily as the man stood up and started to shout at his fellow officers.

"Get Ms May, her nephew is here!" His wide eyes watched Peter curiously, "Where have you been? You look exactly like you did in the photo-"

Peter, thoroughly confused at what was happening was even more shocked when Aunt May walked out with a few greying hairs on her head, and new wrinkles marring her face. "What's happening, I'm confused-" Peter started ramble as Aunt May wrapped him into her arms, sobs jolting her body.

"Where have you been Peter Benjamin Parker!" Her eyes softened as she took in his face, "You haven't aged a day..."

"Of course I haven't, May. It's only been less than a day- why do you look so... old?"

Tears ran down Aunt May's face, "It's been eight years, Peter. Eight years since you disappeared."

-=-

Ladies, Gents, and my Non-Gendered Pals, I was dumped, well not really, but still, and so to deal with the void in my heart I've created a non-profit business that will be selling young artist artwork and the profits go towards sheltering the homeless and have gotten a job. 

Really is a time to be a sad chaotic gay huh

-SecretsInMyHead