A one shot of Peter after crumbling.
(No idea what will happen in the next infinity war movie, so it's just a thing and it's short)
Disclaimer: Marvel doesn't belong to me, neither do any of the characters
The look of shock and sadness on Tony Stark's face was unforgettable. That was the last thing Peter saw. Peter remembered the terror he felt when he saw his hand begin to crumble away like dirt. He remembered the way tears filled his eyes as he realized that he was not going to make it and there was no way to stop it this time, because they had lost.
Thanos had won, and Peter was gone. He would never see the warm smile of his Aunt, he would never enjoy another laugh with Ned, or have a deep conversation with MJ. Peter had failed. He was alone, in this amber tinted darkness. Unseeing, unmoving. Peter Parker was gone. He felt this; was he in hell? Realization hit his heart like an arrow, he was alone. Forever.
A pain sprung in his heart, and spread across his chest. It reminded him of when he felt panicked, lonely, sad, hurt, but worse than any physical pain he had felt. Peter was alone for good. He felt hot tears slide down his cheeks and drip off his face into nothing. More and more tears as the pain in his chest grew.
Peter choked on a sob of anguish; he cried. He cried because they had lost. He cried because Earth and space was bound to be destroyed. He cried because he would never see his family or those he called family again. Peter cried because he was completely and utterly alone.
His mouth was ajar as he practically screamed for someone to find him, save him or bring him back to life, but it was all futile. No one was coming for Peter. The pain in his chest grew and grew until it was almost unbearable. He wasn't ready for this, Peter didn't want to experience death, he was only seventeen years old. He had disappointed Mr. Stark, failed the universe and was killed in the process.
A scream was ripped from the boys throat as he shouted the words 'please no' over and over again. He wanted a warm embrace, Peter wanted someone to tell him he was going to be okay, he wanted someone. The loneliness was tearing him up inside. Peter cried for possibly hours, possibly days. It felt like forever, and he was alone. The tears slowly dried, the screams and cries faded and the pain in his chest became a numb buzzing as he accepted hopelessness.
If anyone were to see his expression, they would see a blank one, void of emotion. His eyes close to emptiness. He missed everyone. He did, but he accepted it. Life was like a match, some burn out faster than others. Peter was chosen to die. Peter was chosen to be alone and he accepted that. He only hoped all his loved ones fates would be better than his. For the first time in what felt like eternity, Peter closed his eyes, and kept them closed.
Immediately, a feeling of exhaustion took over his body, the fight was over for him. He felt his body begin to fade away, disappear. It was over.
But then there was a bright light. Peter re opened his eyes. It was brighter than anything he had ever seen yet he couldn't close his eyes. Personality and fire returned in his eyes, the feeling of agony returned as he remembered his loved ones, how could he give up so easily? Tears fell down his face once more as the light got brighter. There was still pain, there was still fear, but there was one thing he hadn't felt in the longest time.
Hope.