(Peter's pov)

Its dark...

So dark....

I can..hear voices...

I hear them...

Harry...

Are... are you crying for me?

I'm sorry...

Please don't cry...

You shouldn't be crying...

I try to move or open my eyes to tell him I'll be okay but all I manage is a weak twitch of my hand.

I'm pathetic...

I can't even open my eyes right now.

Aunt May...

Uncle Ben...

Gwen...

Mom...

Dad...

Mr. Stacey...

I'm sorry...

All I do is cause trouble for everyone.

I've been the hero to so many people but...

Who will be my hero?

I don't think...

I dont think I can keep this up...

Im losing my hope and my faith to keep going...

I see a light...

Should I?...

No..

I think...

I think I'll stay here for awhile longer...

The world doesn't need me..

It doesn't need Spider-Man.... or Peter Parker...

It has heroes like Tony, Steve, Bruce, Clint, Natasha, Wanda, Thor, and so many others...

I am not needed anymore...

Am I?

I'll just float for a while and sleep for as long as I can...

All that's waiting for me when I wake is pain and sorrow...