Hey so I'm in a terrible mood and yeah just... just letting you know this is gonna be a LOT of angst shit... also it's kinda confusing.

The lake was still and so peaceful, the only sound being the noise of tiny waves clapping against the shore.

Peter and his family sat around the lake, enjoying a beautiful sunny day. The weather was warm and everyone needed a break from the stressful missions and such.

They were currently having a picnic, each avenger brought something.

Tony brought drinks,
Steve brought an array of sandwiches,
Bucky brought plums,
Thor brought pop-tarts,
Natasha brought brownies,
And Peter brought the best chocolate chip cookies anyone had ever tasted.

"Oh my god kid these taste like heaven." Tony said as he ate his fifth cookie of the day. Peter smiled.
"Well I'm glad you like them dad."

They sat around and chatted about random things. They laughed at silly jokes, and reminisced about happy memories they had all shared together. They talked about anything and everything!

Well, anything but missions, they were so tired of talking about missions.

This was like heaven!

And everything was going great!

Wait... that doesn't sound right...

Missions...

Missions...

~ ~ ~

"Kid come back to us..."
"What happened exactly!?"
"I don't know but he won't wake up."
"Peter please! We can still get you back!"

~ ~ ~

"Who would like to hear my tale of conquering the planet of the frost giants?" Thor beamed. Everyone nodded excitedly, especially Peter. He loved listening to everyone's stories.

And that's how they spent the rest of the afternoon, telling stories to one another, while they sat by the quiet and peaceful lake.

"Why don't you tell us a story kid?" Bucky said to Peter. Peter shrugged and nodded.

Natasha tilted her head and seemed to stare into his soul.
"Why don't you tell us about the mission?"

Peter's hands became clammy, and he didn't know why. This was a happy place, why were his Spidey senses screaming at him?

"Yea Pete tell us about the mission." Steve joined in Natasha's deep staring.
"Tell us about the mission man of spiders."
"Tell us about the mission."

The mission...

The mission...

The mission?

"PETER WAKE UP!" Everyone screamed at him.

~ ~ ~

Peter's eyes shot open as he gasped for air. He coughed which sent pain shooting through his body.

He took in his surroundings, more confused than ever. He saw Steve, Natasha and Bucky chained to the wall in front of him. They were all a bloody mess, he figured he was too. And he seemed to be tied up to some sort of weird chair? There were empty syringes strewn about the room.

"W-what's going on? Where's dad?" Peter whispered. The three hero's looked at each other confused.

"Peter... your parents died remember?" Steve said slowly. Peter shook his head.

"I know that, but-but where's my new dad? Mr. Stark?"

They all began laughing at him.

What that didn't sound right either...

"Are you taking about Tony Stark!?" Bucky laughed. Peter nodded slowly, which only made the others laugh more.

"Don't you remember the mission Peter? You killed Tony Stark!" Natasha said dumbfoundedly.

Peter's eyes widened.
"I-I wha?"

Bucky nodded happily.
"Yeah it was awesome! Tell the story again kid! It's our favourite!"

Steve and Natasha nodded eagerly as well. Peter shook his head.

The mission...

The mission

He killed Tony?

This was like hell...

~ ~ ~

"Come on Pete, give us something here."
"Maybe it's time to stop... maybe it's time to let him go..."
"Oh shut the fuck up you and I both know that's not happening."
"Please kid... come back..."

~ ~ ~

Peter didn't know where he was.

It was dark.

Cold.

Peaceful?

No.

This wasn't peace.

He had to figure out what was happening.

He screamed as the ground collapsed from underneath him. The faces of everyone he ever cared about flashed around him, screaming bloody murder.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears. He kept screaming until he hit something.

Hard.

He felt it swallow him up.

It was like he was sinking.

Drowning?

~ ~ ~

"Kid you're up too high, you're gonna run out of air."

No wrong memory.

"See this is where you zip it!"

Wrong again.

"I-I dont feel so good..."

Nope not that again.

"We won Mr. Stark, we won..."

Huh i wonder where that's from?

"Don't worry kid it's a simple mission."

Yes this is it. The mission.

"We just gotta take down that helicopter then we can go home to Steve's famous sandwiches."

Sandwiches?

We don't have time for this, skip forward.

"Peter watch out!"

"PETER NO!"

Pain.

Cold.

Dark.

Fear...

Death?

That sounds about right.

~ ~ ~

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Take down the helicopter and get out. Go home to Steve's sandwiches.

But when did Peter ever get something easy?

He had barely stepped foot on the helicopter before he was falling out of it.

Falling.

Towards the big lake underneath them.

Tony tried to fly down, he went as fast as he could.

But he just wasn't fast enough.

Peter hit the lake.

Hard.

Peter felt pain all over his body, and had no fight left inside of him.

He watched as the surface went father and farther away, and he sank down into the cold, dark lake.

His throat burned as he tried to hold his breath, it was no use.

He opened his mouth, involuntarily breathing in, and the water rushed in.

He choked and shook, and the last thing he saw before his eyes closed was his father plummeting into the water at full speed.

To save him.

But it was too late...

~ ~ ~

"No... Peter please... I can't lose you..." Tony said as he shook his unconscious son. His lips were blue, skin pale and body cold.

Him and Steve had been doing CPR for 20 minutes now and nothing.

He was gone.

Tony sobbed into Steve's shoulder, and the super soldier cried as well. They watched as the rest of the team dropped down to the ground in horror at the sight in front of them.

Their kid was dead.

The lake was still, and peaceful.

So was Peter's body.

The only sound to be heard was the clapping of tiny waves against the shore.

And the horrible sobs of the grieving avengers.

~ ~ ~

And so Peter was back at the lake, with his family.

They sat there all day everyday, telling jokes and stories. Laughing and talking, never about missions.

Peter loved every minute of it. He felt like he had never been happier.

It was so peaceful.

It was heaven.

Okay i don't know what that was. Sorry if it was really confusing. My thought was this
-the picnic: Peter's heaven
-the cell thing: Peter's hell
-the weird memory things: Peter in between
Then at the end of course he returned to heaven cause he never did a single thing wrong ever.

well that was dumb sorry if you didn't like it. If you did I'm glad you enjoyed and thanks for reading!
-taco