Welcome to the second book in the "Boy" series! This one will be a lot less angst (except for the first couple of chapters) and more action adventure. Since this is a sequel, you should probably go read the first one, "The boy." I really hope that I can have a consistent update schedule with this one because I'm really excited about it!Reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated!

It was hot. Really hot. It felt like the sun's rays were being sprayed on him with a hose. Hose. He needed a hose. With water in it. Cold water.

The heat felt all too familiar, and his mind flashed back to that day on Coney island. The flames had threatened to melt his skin off as he had fought the Vulture. And another time on Titan. As he literally withered away to nothing, he felt like he was on fire. It was not a pleasant sensation to die with.

Death. Dang, he had been pronounced dead 2 times. Maybe even 3 now. He wondered if anyone would believe it when he actually died. He also wondered if there was Water in heaven.

Why was he thinking about death again? Oh yeah, because the grim reaper was kneeling next to him.

Not the literal grim reaper, but a dude that looked like him. He wore a dark cloak and carried a big stick. He looked like the type of person that would try to suck the soul out of your godfather and could only be defeated with a deer.

Why this man was wearing a black cloak in this weather, he didn't know.

"Excuse me," He asked timidly. "But aren't you really hot? It's scorching out here."

The not-grim reaper chuckled. "I'm a renaissance actor. You gotta get used to wearing thick stuff in weather like this. I was actually heading to a fair when I found you."

"And, where am I exactly?"

"Papua New Guinea. You're not from around here, are you?"

"No, sir. I'm from New York sir."

"You're from the States? Jeez, you've traveled a long way. You should be lucky that I'm from London and speak English, or you would be a goner."

"I guess so." The younger boy shrugged and looked the other direction. He was aware that the other man was practically staring into his soul, but he really didn't feel like looking at people right now.

"So what brings you out here?" The man asked, trying to change the subject.

"I don't exactly know, sir."

"Pardon?"

"I mean I don't really know how I got here, sir."

That was partly true. Of course he knew why he was here, he got kidnapped for crying out loud. But how he got here after he was knocked out, was still a mystery. But of course he wasn't going to tell this man about that. He didn't need the cops getting involved.

The man stood up and offered his hand to the other for support. "First of all, you don't have to call me sir. I'm not your Father in law. You can call me Steven."

The boy smiled sadly. "I know a man named Steven. Nice guy. Really old."

"Yeah, it's a nice name. I got it from my father. Speaking of my father, he owns a hotel a couple blocks away. You should stay there until you get everything sorted out."

"Really? Thank you so much si- Steve."

"No problem, kid. C'mon, I'll walk you there."

The two slowly walked down the dirt road until they reached a small Motel. It seemed cozy, but he missed the small apartment he and his Aunt used to share. He just missed his Aunt.

"Dad?" Steven hollered into the empty lobby. An older man came out of the kitchen and took off his apron. "Hey, Steve. Who's this you got?"

"This is, um," Steven turned to the boy. "What was your name?"

"Peter. Peter Parker." Peter answered timidly.

"Peter Parker." Steven repeated to his dad. "He's from the States, and seems a bit shaken up and doesn't know how he got here. Could he stay here until we can contact his family?"

"Why not? C'mon Peter, I'll get you a room." Steven's dad gestured to the stairs and Peter hesitantly followed him. When he looked back, Steven was waving and walking out the front door.

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He was walking through the burning warehouse again, but this time he felt nothing. No heat from the flames, no exhaustion, nothing. It was actually a nice change in pace.Unfortunately, the calm was short lived. He peeked under a slab of wood and saw a head of hair. Attached to that head of hair was a body. Peter's body.

He ran towards the kid and felt his pulse. It was weak and fluttery, but it was there. He sighed in relief and lifted the boy from the wreckage. But as he turned to where the Helicarrier was supposed to be, he was met with nothing. Absolutely nothing. Darkness.Peter coughed and his rescuer quickly set him down. His pulse was going down, and you didn't have to be a doctor to realize that he wouldn't last another minute.The older man shouted for help, any kind of help, but couldn't get any sound out of his mouth. He tried to stand up, but his feet wouldn't move. He couldn't move.He just sat there, helpless, as his kid passed over. And he did nothing.Why didn't he do something? This was his fault. His fault. Peter was dead because of him. Peter-

"Peter!" Tony screamed as he slammed his head against the headboard. He had been asleep. But that didn't make it any less traumatizing.

"Tony?" Pepper sat up in bed and leaned over to her husband, who was crying softly. She sighed sadly and wrapped Tony in a tight hug, absorbing his sadness. "Did you dream about him again?"

"I can't do this, Pep. I finally had him back, and my heart was healed. How am I going to heal from this now? I can't keep doing this!" Tony stifled between sobs.

"I know, Tones. I know." Pepper held her husband like he was her lifeline. After a couple tear filled minutes, Tony sat up suddenly.

"I need to see him."

"Now? At 3 in the morning? Tony, I really don't think you're stable enough-"

"I need to, Pep. I need closure. Just a couple of minutes. Please?"

Pepper sighed. "Okay. Do you want me to come with you?"

Tony shook his head. "No, I need to do this alone."

He got out of bed and quietly walked down to the lab, where they were keeping his kid. Honestly, it made him mad. Peter wasn't an experiment! He didn't need to stay in the lab.

He reached the lab door and wasn't surprised to find it locked. Stupid Bruce and his stupid caring heart. "FRIDAY, override all locking mechanisms in the lab."

"Are you sure, boss?" His A.I responded.

"Do I look like I'm sure? Yes, do it."

There was a click and the door slid open. Tony walked over to the table. The table. Vision had laid on that table, as had Pietro Maximoff. All deaths laid on that table.

And now it was Peter's turn.

"Hey, Pete. How ya doing?" Tony whispered as he sat down. "I'm terrible, thanks for asking. Obviously I couldn't sleep. I really need to start taking Melatonin. Um, Pepper says hi. Well, she never said that, that would be weird. But she misses you. We all do.

Clint found your old suit. Like, your very old suit. The onesie one. I thought you finally got rid of it after Coney island, but I guess you stitched it up and kept it in your closet. I looked it over a bit more this morning, and I only lasted a couple of minutes before breaking down, but from what I got to see, it's a genius design. You're a genius, Pete.

I told Pepper I was coming down here for closure. And I guess that's true. But I know that you always told me that I can tell my true feelings around you. So here I go, I guess.

I'm angry. I'm angry at A.I.M for thinking that a teenager could handle getting fire inserted into their freaking blood. I'm angry at Thanos for taking 5 years away from your life. I'm angry at that spider for biting you in the first place. But most of all, I'm angry at myself. You could be living a good life right now as a friendly neighborhood Spiderman. You could be worried about girls and college applications instead of getting kidnapped or killed. But no. I had to force you to come to Germany to fight freaking Captain America. And look where that got you.

I know that I shouldn't be blaming myself, but I am. I know that you would tell me that it's not my fault, but you're not here to do that. I miss you, Peter. And it's probably too late to say this, but I love you. I hope you're shooting webs in heaven."

Tony stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes. He squeezed Peter's cold hand and was about to leave the room when he noticed a vial on the counter. It looked suspiciously like blood, so he went to take a look.

Blood SampleParker, Peter BenjaminNotes: DNA samples do not match with previous samples. Is this because of Extremis, or is there something else?Signed: Bruce Banner, PHD

" Son of a-" Tony bolted up the stairs to Bruce. There was something going on here, and he needed to find out.