[network] @PetertheGreat; Video; Morning 359 [Infinity War Spoilers]

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CW: Infinity War Spoilers, major character deaths, blindness, body horror, ptsd, suicidal ideation


[He wakes up, gasping.

What just--what just happened?

It's dark, and the way things echo make it sound like--

--he's here, he pats his arms frantically and he's physically here and not crumbling into dust--

--did someone save them? Was it Stark or the wizard dude--

--no.

--Stephen. Oh...no. The memories of Norfinbury crash against the memories of home, and he can't do anything but hold his head and let them come--Stephen, oh God, did he make it? Did he get...get...

--Mantis, turning to dust in his arms.

--Drax saying his name in a tone of voice he'd never heard him use before, and being torn apart by the wind, scattering his ashes everywhere--

--there's ash on his hands and he can't handle this, this isn't happening, he's looking at Stark in pained, utter horror--

--Gamora. Oh God.

I told you to go left.

A sob breaks through and he can't--he tried, he tried to save her, he tried to save her by shooting her because she made him promise on his mother and he can't break that promise, but he couldn't save her, if he'd saved her at least she would be free but she wasn't free, he could have shot her even though it would have destroyed his heart--it did destroy his heart, he pulled the trigger--

I love you more than anything.

I love you, too.

--and she's not on Titan and Thanos is mourning and Nebula says the worst thing ever and Thanos says he had to but he didn't, he didn't have to, he didn't have to and Peter can't see anything but red, he can't think, he can't breathe, he just knows that he can't do this again, he can't lose anyone he loves again, he can't and he refuses and he hits him because that's all he can do and someone's screaming and maybe it's him but he's being held back and he just wants to kill him because his heart has been ripped out of his chest and it'll never, ever be put back again--

--and then they lost.

--and the dust is on his hands and something feels wrong and his insides feel hollow and then he just knows, with the passing numbness and the gentle sound of crumbling, the way the wind seems to being going right through him, that he lost, too.

--maybe if he hadn't lost his cool, if he hadn't hit Thanos, they would have gotten the Gauntlet off. He can't think about the what-ifs because what if they could have stopped him and what if it was his fault and he lost his team (and maybe half the universe) because of--because of--

--Blue was right. She was right, he'd messed up like he'd always feared.

--And the wind blows and he can see Stark's hard stare, then he can't feel anything at all because he's scattered across the battlefield of Titan and it all goes dark--

Oh man.

--Peter sobs for some amount of time, he doesn't care who hears--it's a morgue anyway, right? His only company is the dead--fitting company, amongst his own.

--and then the sobs dry up and he feels just as empty as he did when he was crumbling to dust, and maybe he should get out of here, figure out what exactly was going on. Did time pass here, too? A part of him wonders if this was just a new trick of the town but it can't be--this was real, the memories are different--they feel real this time--somehow, someway he got his wish. He went home.

And somehow home turned out to be worse.

It takes some time but he finally finds his tablet and turns it on--and it's not working because he can't see a thing, but he finally finds his way to the door and opens it. Unless Norfinbury was pitch black and it was night, there's only one other explanation.

--oh. Maybe it's not dark in here after all.

He wipes his face and closes the door, putting his stuff down, and tries to figure out how to get help. He should call someone he trusts--maybe Flynn? What about Stephen? What about Gamora--

--his heart stops. What if she's dead here too? What if she's not? He doesn't know if he can bring himself to call her, for fear that she is dead--

--no, can't think like that. Gotta--just--

--in a fit he just opens a video to the network.

He looks not that different from before, at least with the red eyes and lines gone, but one noticeable change. There's something utterly broken in his expression and voice.]

Hey.

Uh. If anyone's still left out there, I think I'm blind and I'm not sure where I am.

[Maybe he was the last person in Norfinbury. Maybe it's been years.]