Peter Parker on the Moon

“Time to get up, Peter” Ned said, sitting on the edge of the bed.Ned had been Peters best friend since middle school. He was the one person that got him out of his depression after his parents had died and the only reason Peter was still trying to survive in this post-apocalyptic hellscape he called ‘reality’.He looked at his aunt and uncle's picture that sat on the side table. had been three years to the day that Peter had lost his entire world to that damn virus. “Good morning, May; good morning, Ben.” He pulled his blanket up over his pillow and put on some jeans and a graphic tee. Then he kissed his own two fingers and placed them on the glass gingerly."Tony Stark awoke to JARVIS queueing his ‘Favorites’ playlist at random over the speakers he built into the ceiling of his Penthouse Suite. This day, in particular, began with ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ by Guns and Roses.It is currently 74° 11:03, Sunday morning July 7th, 2017”“Right, Happy Armageddon Day”

This story has been nagging at my brain lately so I decided to pause the first story I had been writing and do this one instead.I have the entire plot figured out, now all I need to do is write it.I hope you like what I have so far. I am new to writing so please let me know if you like something or even if you hate something. I like feedback of all kinds!I decided to publish the first two chapters at the same time so that you can get an idea where I'm going with the story.