Peter is Tony's adopted son, still spiderman, and is sixteen. May and Ben are both dead.

Peter swung himself over the roof, surveying the catastrophic fire engulfing the office building. Ironman arrived on the scene minutes later, the rest of the team close behind. "Start evacuating the building!" He yelled. Peter saluted before webbing the buildings on either side, and swinging through the window.

He worked quickly, clearing the building. He dropped to the ground with another two women, and turned to Tony. "I think that's everyone!"

Right as he said the words, a scream rang out from the building.

Peter raced forward, dodging falling debris and flames. He searched every room, and found the girl in one of the offices, cradling a little boy.

Peter realized with a shock that the girl was his friend. "MJ?" He gasped.

Her head shot up. "Peter! He isn't breathing!"

Peter crouched, feeling his pulse. "He'll be okay, we just have to get out fast."

He picked them up, and turned to the window, only to be thrown back as a giant slab fell, along with clouds of debris, blocking their escape.

MJ and the boy landed on top of him, and he quickly rolled over, shielding them from the worst of the heat.

"You need to get out of the building now. The structure is compromised, and will come down any minute." Karen informed him.

Peter covered his mouth, desperately trying not to cough. "I know. Find the closest point of exit."

Karen was silent for a second, then... "I am sorry. There us no way out."

"What if I lifted that slab?"

She answered almost immediately. "You wouldn't be able to get out fast enough. The girl and boy would survive, but you would not."

Peter pulled his mask back over his head. "Dad?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I've got two people in here, there's a lot of stuff blocking our only escape route, I can lift it to get them out, but someone has to get them away from here! Hurry!"

"Peter the building is going down! Get out of there!"

"I have to get them out, okay? Get someone out there to help them!"

The exchange lasted seconds, and then Peter crouched beside MJ.

"I'm going to make a hole, okay?" He had to talk loudly to be heard. "Then you take the kid and run! I can't hold it for long, just long enough for you two to escape."

She shook her head, worry filling her eyes. "What about you?"

Peter squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay."

Tony's voice came through the speaker as Peter positioned himself to lift it. "Peter, please, get out of there. Don't play the hero, okay? I'm coming."

Peter gripped the beam. "I have to get them out, dad!"

Tony's voice became frantic. "Peter, you can't do this! You'll die!"

Peter nodded to MJ, and started lifting. "I'll find a way." The second the slab was high enough, MJ darted under it, disappearing from view.

Peter glanced around for something to prop it open, but failed.

"Peter, please. I can't lose you. Please."

Peter's arms trembled under the weight of the slab, and be barely got out of the way as it fell, causing the entire structure to vibrate.

"Peter!" Tony yelled desperately.

Peter held back a cry of pain as he crumpled to the ground, the small space confining. "Dad, I'm really sorry, I can't find a way to get out I'm so sorry dad. I'm so sorry..."

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Tony threw himself at the pile of rubble covering the doorway, a sob building in his throat. "No Peter! I'll find you! I'm not losing you too!"

"I'm sorry dad. I love y-" Peter's voice was cut off as the building crashed down. Steve dragged Tony away just before he was hit by debris. He crumpled to the ground crying so hard he couldn't breathe.

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Peter sat up slowly, feeling none of the pain he would have expected, but then realized he wasn't in the building. He was on a surface that was slightly...opaque, and there were doors around him. He stood up, walking to the closest one.

When he opened it, he saw May and Ben sitting on a bed comforting the younger version of him. He shut the door, and moved on.

The next was the moment Ben died, and his last words. "With great powers comes great responsibility." He closed the door.

May's death. The adoption. The days after, the many days of crying, and movies, and then, finally, living again. Each door held a memory.

Finally, when the last door opened, he was met with the sight of his aunt. The way she been before death, whole, and cheerful. He approached warily. "May?" She patted the space beside her on the bed.

He sat carefully. "Am I dead?"

Her smile faded. "You have a choice. You can choose to die, and come with me, or you can live, and return to your family."

Peter hugged his arms. "What do you want me to do?"

She shook her head. "It isn't my choice. But your family is grieving. You would leave your friends. Your new family, Tony and Pepper. I want you with me, but I can wait. They need you more."

Peter nodded slowly. "I miss you. Tell Ben I miss him, and I'm sorry, but I have to go back."

Her face crinkled in a smile. "I larb you."

He nodded softly. "Larb you."

She pointed to a door. "There is your way back into the world. You have a good family. Take care of them."

Peter nodded. "Bye, Aunt May."

He stood, and walked to the door, taking one last look at the figure of his Aunt, then stepped through.

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"Peter?" Tony's voice. "I miss you so much. It's been several months since...the fire. Everyone got out. Unharmed, except for you. MJ comes by every day. She's worried. I'm worried, Pepper's worried. Everyone is. Natasha says that if you don't wake up you don't get any of her cookies. I think she doesn't want to show how much she cares. I have a problem with that too. I didn't tell you how proud I am of you. Or how much I love you. Please wake up, so I can tell you in person."

He feels pressure on his hand, but his eyelids are too heavy to open. He can't move, can't talk. But he can hear.

"Hey bud. It's me." Pepper. "I miss you. Your dad has barely slept. Or eaten. We're all worried about him. He blames himself. Wake up, so he can see you're okay." A light kiss was pressed on his forehead, and the scent of her perfume surrounded him.

He summoned his strength, for one word, one movement, anything.

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"Nnn..." Pepper spun around, her expression going from exhaustion to excitement. "Peter?" The teenager was moving, his fingers twitching, and his eyelids fluttering. "Friday, get Bruce! And Tony!"

Pepper knelt beside him. "Come on, Peter, you can do it. Please."

Bruce hurried in, followed closely by Tony. "What happened?" They asked at the same time.

Pepper looked up. "He's moving, Tony. Our boy is moving." Bruce immediately checked his brain activity, checked the monitors, and the IV, then the computers. "Looks like he's waking up."

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Peter groaned, the noise lost in the sound of movement around him, and indistinct voices. One voice came closer.

"Peter. Sweetheart, please. Wake up." Pepper's voice again. "I don't know if you can hear me, but we need our boy back. Please..."

Then she was gone, replaced by a new voice. "Hey. It's me, kid. Pepper said you started moving a few minutes ago. I really hope that means you're getting ready to wake up. Please, Pete. We miss you."

Peter's eyelashes fluttered, then opened. His eyes, dazed and glassy, wandered the room. They stopped on Bruce as he quickly leaned over Peter, shining a light into his eyes. Peter tried to lift a hand to swat it away, but his hand wouldn't obey him.

"Do you know your name?" Bruce questioned gently.

Peter frowned, concentrating on moving his mouth. "P-pet...er." he mumbled.

Bruce nodded. "And me? Do you know who I am?"

Again Peter concentrated. "Br...uce."

Bruce stepped back. "And him?" He pointed at Tony.

Peter's eyes drifted to Tony's, and a tear slipped down his cheek. "D...ad."

Silent tears slipping down his face, Tony sat on the edge of the bed, squeezing Peter's hands with his own. "Yeah. I'm here, buddy."

Pepper came to stand beside him. "Hey. How are you feeling?" Her words were shaky as she tried to hide how badly she was trembling.

He blinked up at her. "Mom...?" He mumbled.

Pepper leaned down to kiss his forehead. "It's me." Peter took a deep breath. "Is...everybody...okay...?"

Tony leaned down, hugging peter. "Yeah. You saved them. I should probably be mad at you for almost dying then being in a coma for several weeks, but I'm just really glad you're awake."

Peter closed his eyes. " 'm tired." His words trailed off as he yawned.

Tony smiled softly. "Get some rest. We'll be here when you wake up."

Peter let out a soft sigh as his eyelashes fluttered, and he was out.

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When he opened his eyes again, it was night, and Tony was asleep on a chair beside him, his head and arms resting on the bed. Peter reached out, touching his dad's arm. Tony shot up. "Mm?" Then he noticed Peter. "Hey. How're you feeling?"

Peter shrugged slightly. "I'm doing okay." Then his eyes lit up, and he looked like a little kid again. "Can I have some of Nat's cookies now?"

Tony grinned. "You can't have solids quite yet. You were listening?"

Peter looked out the window. "Kinda. I visited Aunt May," he added matter-of-factly.

Tony studied him. "Really?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah. She...told me I had...a choice. Give up, and go...with her, or go back...and wake up."

Tony nodded, absorbing the information. "And what did you choose?"

Peter shrugged slightly. "I can't... leave...you guys." He took a slow breath, wincing as his ribs expanded. "Where is everybody?"

Tony drummed his fingers on his chair. "They're out in the main room. Didn't want too many people to stress you out. Only people allowed in were me, Pepper, Bruce, and that girl from your school, your friend. MJ? And she was only allowed in because she was so scared. I didn't want your friends seeing you like that, but she handled it pretty well."

Peter laughed lightly. "She's in a league of her own, I agree."

Friday's voice chimed in. "Michelle Jones has arrived, sir."

Tony got up. "I'll let you two have some time." As he left, MJ hurried in. "Oh my gosh. Peter?" She sank to the chair. "You're... you're awake! No one told me you were awake!"

Peter grinned at her. "Missed me?"

She shook her head. "You have no idea. I'm way too young for grey hairs, you know." She was quiet for several seconds, then she sighed. "Oh what the fudge." She leaned down and hugged him. Then she pulled back. "There. Now I can kill you."

Peter chuckled lightly, wincing again. "I'm doing a pretty good job of that already, aren't I?"

She sighed. "Yes. Don't ever try anything like that again." Then she looked down. "Thanks, by the way. For saving my life." She bent down and kissed his cheek, then straightened up, blushing lightly. "See you later, loser."

Peter could only stare after her as she left.