Chapter 2
Back up came within thirty minutes of everyone touching down.
The only problem was that, not everyone had been found.
Cap and the others had managed to find Sam and Barton while scouring the area for anywhere Peter could have crash landed, including the trees. It was a victorious moment, no matter how small to have found everyone safe and not dead.
But the reality of the situation crashed over them as Widow stumbled over a hidden rock, sending her tumbling.
She had been steadily losing blood from the marginally more serious than superficial bullet wound on her side. It wasn't a lot, but it was blood loss which called for a more direct approach to evacuating as soon as they could.
Cap picked her up effortlessly before trudging on towards the RV point all the while keeping an eye out for any signs of the glossy red spider suit.
They'd evacuate to the nearest military base get stitched up and come back to help with the search for the three missing teammates.
Peter could swear he could hear his thoughts echoing around in his head.
Or at least that's what it felt like.
He almost slipped back into unconsciousness before jolting himself awake, eyes flying open as his heart raced painfully.
How bizzare….
He wasn't falling anymore. That was one thing.
But more importantly, he wasn't moving in general. Suspended in mid air surrounded at all angles by what looked to be dark black color.
That and bursts of color here and there, swirling through the air? If air was the right term to use.
The first thought that popped up in his mind was how eerily similar it looked to his textbook’s photo of the Andromeda Galaxy. But that was preposterous.
If he was in outer space he'd be dead by now.
Unless this was him being dead….
He shook his head, getting rid of that train of thought.
Where was he? What had happened?
The last thing he remembered was the dart and then a boom. Everything after that was blurry.
Something bad had happened. That he did remember.
But what had happened?
He was…? He was-
Oh…
That's right.
He was falling. Falling very quickly to the ground from thousands of feet up in the air.
His heart rate picked up speed, edging the pain closer to being unbearable.
Was the rest of the team okay?
Did they make It?
His hurried anxious thoughts were cut short by a sudden vicious swirl of the colors and stars around him, scattering suddenly to form an impossibly dark circle just a arm length away from where Peter was floating.
And within a heartbeat, he was falling once more.
Down the impossibly dark and uncomfortably cold hole.
A black hole?
Falling
Falling
Falling
And then he stopped, vision tunneling as the pressure on his heart became too much.
But he knew one thing for certain before he faded back into the realm of unconsciousness;
A pair of strong slender hands had grabbed a hold of him.