Spider-Man One Shots

time stone

A/N: Sorry for not finishing that three parted yet but I kinda lost inspo for it at the moment. I promise I will get it done but in the mean time, here's this.

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Peter looked up, blinking slowly. His head hurt as he got up.

"Ah- where am I?" Peter said to himself, wincing at the pain.

He looked around at a barren wasteland. Everything looked burnt and dead.

Peter slowly started to walk around.

Was that a... Car?

And there was a crumbling cement bridge, that looked like it was made for cars.

"Hello?!" Peters voice echoed in the silence.

As Peter walked around, his steps crunched. He looked down to see scraps of metal.

"... Karen, are you recording this?" Peter said slowly.

"Ye- crrr- sir- chhk- rec- ode- chkk."

"Great you aren't working... I think I'm here alone."

Peter grabbed his mask and pressed a button on his inside of were his eyes were to start recording.

"Hey, it's Peter. If anyone find this... Well I don't know, I'm probably dead. I don't know  where I am... It looks like some strange apocalyptic wasteland. I'm all alone... It didn't look like there's any food or water, so with my powers, I think I'll last... Six days? Maybe less. So... Yeah I'll keep you updated."

Day two.

"I haven't found anything to drink or eat, but I'm not to hungry. It might be the fear of being completely alone in this place, waiting for death, but, it's good that I'm not hungry I guess. Maybe I should make a happy video entry so that if you play this at my funeral it will look like I'm having fun..... Or maybe no one will see this, and I'm recording it for know one, so that when I die, it will just sit there forever, next to my dead body..."

Later in day two.

"Hey everyone! This is Peter. If you're seeing this I'm dead. But it's okay, I'm really fine, and I know you don't think I am because I'm all scratched up, and there's a toxic wasteland looking place behind me, and I'm all alone, but I'm really fine. Don't feel bad watching this... Every story comes to an end, mine just ended a bit early."

Day three.

"It's day three. I'm really tired. I can't exactly tell of it's day or night. I think I have wounds that should be treated, but, I don't think it matters. Nothing is here. I'm starting to remember things about before I woke up. We were fighting something... I think. I can feel myself getting hungry, and I dread that because I have at least two more days where I'll have to starve to death..."

Day four.

"It's day... Four. Or maybe it's still day three, or still day one... Time feels... Strange here. I'm so hungry it hurts. My head is throbbing and I have cuts from all this trash. I'm..." Peter paused to cough violently, "I'm starting to think about if theres radiation here. It looks like this whole place was blown up so-" He coughed again, and took a slow breath, "It... Wouldn't be surprised."

Day Five.

" It's... Day... I don't know. I'm- I'm still out here." Peter was out of breath and weak from starvation. A tear slid down his cheek.
"I'm beginning to realize I'm going to die here... Soon. I'm going to die soon. I'm still- I'm still out here. Someone... Please see this-" Peter coughed up blood, "If you see this... I'm sorry... If there's someone out there... I don't think it's better where you are than where I am... And-" he coughed, "This feels like... Hell."

He turned the camera off.

"I'm about to die. This is the end." Peter said sad he sat down in the rubble.

"In a day... I don't think I'll be here." Peter coughed up more blood, and lay his head down on the rubble.

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Tony was working in his lab when suddenly the old baby monitor hologram he is for Peter started glitching.

"Zzzchkk- I'm here- zzzztcsh- it-zz- day four- zzchhk- if your out there- zckk- nothing to eat-zzchh- if-zz- you're out there-chhzz- bzzt- I'm still zzk here."

"Peter?"