"Visiting Stark Industries headquarters should have been a good thing. Finding out that all the Avengers were here should have been a good thing. Getting to spend time up close with the girls in a cramped elevator should have been a good thing!"
Peter frowned deeply in his unconscious state, trapped in a painful nightmare. His mind was still fairly clear, but it felt as though his eyelids had been glued shut, impossible to open no matter what he did.
In the darkness, countless red compound eyes stared at him from every direction, while furry legs prodded at his skin. He could not move or cry out, like a little bug stuck in a spider web, left entirely at the mercy of those enormous spiders.
He could not help asking himself, searching through every cause and effect in his mind:
"Why did it turn out like this? The first time I found the courage to have crushes on several people at once, the first time I found the courage to bring them to meet the Avengers. Two happy things overlapping should have given me a dreamlike, happy time. But why... why did it turn out like this?"
Meanwhile, Deathstroke, who had long since gotten away, was in Sepulk. He stood beside the Great Weaver and watched the half-human, half-spider emissary pull a silver web from empty space with both hands. Peter's dream was displayed upon it.
Every bit of the boy's inner turmoil was exposed before everyone's eyes. No Spider Totem had any secrets from the Web.
"Seriously, he figured out love-triangle theory all by himself?" Su Ming flicked ash from his cigarette and shook his head speechlessly. "What is this? He seems unwilling to accept reality and still hasn't woken up."
The Great Weaver silently glanced at Deathstroke. Although