InsaneJournal

Who: Peter Parker
What: Go Go Gadget Spidey Sense
When: 20 May, early morning
Rating/Warning: Green. Infinity War spoilers.

Peter woke up in a cold sweat, launching himself almost defensively off his bed and against the ceiling, sleep-fogged brain registering some kind of threat that he needed to get away from, even if it turned out that his mind had registered his blankets as a threat. He blinked, blearily and hung from one hand on the ceiling before he dropped down onto the floor in a neat crouch. Ned was still asleep on the lower bunk, muttering something about how he couldn’t possibly marry Angelina as he was already set to marry Amber, and was glad at least for the moment that he hadn’t woken his friend.

Sneaking out of his room, Peter rubbed his hands through his hair, trying to work out just what it was that he’d dreamed about, fuzzy memories slowly clearing in his head. He pulled open the fridge, grabbing the carton of orange juice and unscrewing the cap, tipping it to his lips and drinking. May would murder him if he got caught, but as he drank he became surer and surer that he was going to finish the whole thing. It was easy, like pulling a gauntlet off the arms of a purple God-wannabe, he’d almost had that, too--

He choked on the juice.

Space. He went into space. Saw Mr- Doctor Strange being tortured with glass needle things in his body because the creepy noseless alien wanted his necklace. Which had a stone in it of some kind? And then they were on a planet with other people - some he knew already except he didn’t know them in the other timeline - and then they were trying to make the purple guy sleep while they pulled the gauntlet off.

And then- then- Holy crap then it didn’t work because the other Peter punched him in the face. And then Peter got punched and sent flying and then the purple dude dropped a moon on them. His arms ached like he’d actually been swinging trying to save people from floating off into the middle of nowhere and then falling to their doom but-

Juice dribbled down his chin as an icy feeling crept up his spine. It wasn’t done. He just knew there was more.

But what?

He had to talk to Mr Stark.

The juice was left on the counter, almost finished, as Peter rushed to his computer to access the network. He needed to speak to someone.