Am I the only one I know

Peter walked down the lonely hall of Midtown Tech High in silence, no chatter of students or teachers, or anything really.

Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat

Peter walked into the classroom, his fingers touching the desks that had a thin layer of dust over it. He took a deep breath and stared at the board where a lesson was still written on the board.

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

The darkness of the room never faltered, no light tried to get in, save for the natural light of sun which even then covered by clouds. Shadows casted onto objects on the room tauntingly.

I-I-I I've got a migraine

Peter fell the floor clutching his head as he started to remember figments from the past. His fingers clawed at his scalp and blood dropped from his fingers.

And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways

The pain in his head was quite bipolar as sometimes it would seem like it would lessen and Peter could continue on with his day, but then suddenly sending him down the spiral of endless pain.

Thank God it's Friday cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays 'cause Sundays are my suicide days

As minuscule to people that date may be some people, Peter would never ever forget Sunday. The day friendships and lives went up in flames of utter fiery.

I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow and a slight drizzle

Peter gulped in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He glanced out the window trying to distract himself from the migraine in his head. Cloudy day with slight drizzle.

Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed, sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Peter took a shuddering breath, wishing he had gone too. He even prepared for such disaster, by writing his will, giving away his possessions and giving thank you to his friends and family, not that he knew nobody would survive what had happened.

Let it be said what the headache represents, it's me defending in suspense, it's me suspended in a defenseless test, being tested by a ruthless examiner, that's represented best by my depressing thoughts

His mind was at war—fighting for peace and or the destruction of his very own mind. His thoughts were against him as if they wanted him dead.

I do not have writer's block my writer just hates the clock

Peter stood up from his place on the classroom floor and stumbled out of the classroom, entering the next classroom over.

It will not let me sleep I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Peter looked down at desks with half written poems about everything—from family adventures to pondering of death itself. Although the words mostly blurred together from Peter's lack of sleep and home, he could mostly make out names of the papers.

Am I the only one I know, waging my wars behind my face and above my throat

Peter wanted to rip up some papers into shreds because of how they made his made scatter and stumble. Made his head ache with memories.

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

Peter continued to rip up every paper. He took a backward step toward the door and tried to stop the onslaught of tears that were waiting to burst out of his eyes. He was alone.

But I know, we've made it this far, kid. Yeah yeah yeah.

Peter pushed his hand into his eyes to stop the tears. He wishes he were dead. He wishes he wasn't the only one who survived. But somehow he himself knew he had to live to maybe save the human race from extinction if he could find another living soul.

I am not as fine as I seem

Peter collected himself once more and made his way to the entrance of the school building. On the way he passed more empty and deserted classrooms and the cafeteria. He focused on the entrance and quickly exited so that he could have a moment of peace without his mind screaming it was his fault.

Pardon, me for yelling and telling you green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me

Peter wanted to scream, so he did. Nobody could hear and he well knew that fact. It was like he was releasing a portion of his pain through his voice. Even if it really hurt his throat.

A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees

Peter walked in the middle of the road, leisurely, because he knew there was nobody to drive cars that could hit him. He passed a small park with chopped down trees, much like what peter felt inside—like the trees that had blossomed with love and affection had been chopped down by the painful axe of hatred and death.

Freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture portrait

Peter passed art studios and instruments rental shops. He was tempted to go in there and mess around with the supplies and see if he could create something...but he knew anything he made would only reflect that boiling regret in his heart and he did not want to expose that to world that was already damaged.

Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead and how it is a door that hold's back contents that makes Pandora's box contents look non-violent.

Even if he had decided to paint or play an instrument, he would've tried to make the world not forget it. But since he decided against his bad self, he knew not to do it. For reasons already stated. What would be in his interpretation of his very own mind that would be shown in say a painting? He would paint the gruesome truth of world—that everything that was there was gone. The realization on people's faces when they realized they were going to die. The ache of watching Thanos rip people apart and dump them in space. He would paint it to reflect his pain.

Behind my eyelids are islands of violence my mind ship-wrecked this is the only land my mind could find

Peter felt stranded in a way. Stuck in New York without anybody to care for him or hold him when he's sad. Nobody that would ever stick by him or help him out of his paralyzing state of regret. But if Peter tried to leave New York, his body would just end up turning around. New York was a place so dear to him that he couldn't bare to leave it.

I did not know it was such a violent island full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions

Thanos had not saved anyone, save Peter and animals. So zoos were unguarded and animals were loose. Lions, rhinos, and even tigers ran about trying to scrounge for food. Peter had blessedly avoided getting mauled by the rabid animals, but managed to find some and successfully run away.

They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin

Peter had ran into a lion with blood streaming out of its mouth. Peter assumes the lion had eaten a smaller animal, but nevertheless it could've easily been a bigger animal. Peter had opted for web-sling away to avoid getting killed. Doesn't mean Peter was scared shitless because of it.

And I know that I can fight, or I can let the lion win

Peter had also had to manage to get past a lion without getting clawed to death. Peter really had to find a grocery store where he could hopefully find food and not starve to death. Peter had opted to fight the lion, because he couldn't get around. Web-slingers were broken and there had been rumble surrounding the grocery store.

I begin to assemble what weapons I can find cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind

Peter took a crowbar from the rumble of a broken down apartment building began whacking the lion. The lion had been part of a zoo Peter went to as a child with his parents and even Aunt May took him there to for old time's sake. It was like trying to kill part of himself. Killing part of his childhood.

Am I the only one I know

Peter had looked down at the beaten lion and the bloodied crowbar. He gulped and bit back sobs that would've wracked his body. His frail body. The body that hadn't eaten consistently for three weeks. His face was pale and flushed. His eyes dead tired. He felt faint from the aching in his stomach. His vision wobbled and his heart raced. Peter felt like the living dead. The consequences of not eating well.

Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat

After Peter had eaten something from the grocery store he opted to visit Stark Towers to see if he could salvage anything to fix his web-slingers. He priorities to manage. Didn't mean it hurt any less to visit the tower that held many memories of laughter and joy.

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

As he worked his way to Stark Tower, it felt like the shadows were getting taller. Like it would swallow him whole and never cough him out. Somewhere in his mind, he wanted to be swallowed the looming darkness.

But I know, we've made it this far, kid

Even if he thought it, he had to survive to give Thanos a great big "Fuck you" to show him humans were stronger than he had thought. As if Thanos were even alive.

And I will say that we should take a day to break away from all the pain our brain has made, the game is not played alone

Peter walked into the lobby, lumbering with every step, and gulped great big and spoke for the first time in two months. "FRIDAY?" His voice was raspy and unused. Peter's throat burned in the back of his throat.

"Yes, Peter?" Peter felt like sobbing so he did. Finally. One price of his life that hadn't been destroyed by that titan. That damn titan.

And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone

Peter breathed in deeply and breathed out. "I'm...I'm really gla..glad that you're alive..." Peter cried out to the AI. As if FRIDAY was a presence, Peter felt safer and warmer. The AI was comforting. He blinked remembering field trips that his class took to Stark Tower. He could see the ghosts of people that walked by and Peter's class. The tour guide, Lydia, led the ghost like figures of the class to different doors, just...just giving a regular tour. Peter thought FRIDAY would be broken but apparently not.

And I will say that we should take a day to break away from all the pain our brain has made, the game is not played alone

Peter went into elevator and told FRIDAY to bring him to penthouse level. Peter knew that floor had a lab that Tony had used for repairing the Iron Man suit omg other things. Peter stood in silence until the elevator opened and so Peter stepped out and looked around. Peter relished in the moment, taking in the smell. Smells like home.

And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it and keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone

As much as it hurt to be there, Peter walked to the labs. The hallways were empty and Peter felt alone, despite the comforting AI. Peter opened the door and slid in. He stared everything before closing his eyes.

"Peter?"

Am I the only one I know

Peter's body shook. Tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. He knew that voice. He knew that voice. He knew it. He clenched his fists and kept his eyes closed. Peter didn't want to look in case it was an illusion.

Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat

Peter heard footsteps step toward him and Peter thought of running away. He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't. Peter had thought he was going to be alone forever and ever until he died. Peter hadn't thought he survived.

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

Pete sobbed and sobbed, not really cared that he was being watched. Peter's mind fogged and he couldn't think straight.

But I know, we've made it this far, kid

Peter had been through so much, that he couldn't quite fathom not being the only person who survived Thanos obliterating every human being. Thanos had won and everybody Peter knew had died. Except for...for him.

Made it this far

A warm hug engulfed the crying teen. Peter fell to his knees, hugging him. Knowing that he wasn't actually alone, was comforting and scary.

Made it this far

Peter Parker and Tony Stark were reunited as father and son.

A/N: Migraine by Twenty Øne Pilots. This song speaks for my soul. :,)

If you didn't understand what happened, Thanos won and destroyed every living being including himself. The only who survived was Peter. Peter was alone for two months, scrounging for food and walking around New York. When Peter web-slingers are broken, he wants to fix them in Stark Tower where Peter finds that FRIDAY is still up and running. (Hinting toward Tony is there and fixed FRIDAY) Peter heads to the labs where he sees Tony and there is a whole dramatic scene blah blah blah. Father son reunion. Yay.