(Peter's pov again)
I keep seeing the light...

I haven't tried to touch it.

I'm afraid of it...

What if I wake up and find that I'm still alone or I'm strapped up to a table like a lab experiment?

Im so tired of people looking down at me with pity and hope.

There is no more hope for me.

Everyone I care about is gone and the only person I have left from my past is Harry and he probably still hates me still.

But...

What if Tony and Bruce can't find a cure for Harry?

What if only with my help will he be cured?

I need to wake up...

I have to wake up...

WAKE UP!

COME ON PARKER WAKE UP!

YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!

My eyelids fluttered and my hands twitched but I still couldn't open my eyes.

I need to keep trying.

For Harry.

For Bruce.

For Tony.

For Natasha.

For Wanda.

For Steve.

For Thor.

For everyone still alive that will need a hero who would risk his life for thiers.

A hero...

Like me.