Author's Note: I had this idea, but to be honest it's the beginning of a story that is far greater in scope than I have time or energy to write. I have written the very beginning, but anyone can feel free to steal it. I've titled the story as I have because I might post more chapters of ideas for different stories that people can feel free to use. You can consider the title of the chapter to be the name for this story.

UPDATE: I just realized that when there's only one chapter the reader can't see the chapter name. XD I titled this "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" after the poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Also, if any of you do decide to write a story inspired by this, please leave a comment telling me you have because I would love to read it!

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March 29th was the worst day of Peter Parker's life. It was worse than the day he got bit by a freaky spider (which turned out to have a pretty cool result anyway), it was worse than the day he found out that the dad of the girl he liked was a villain, it was even worse than the day Aunt May found out he was Spider-Man. Mar 29th was the day that he died. It was also the day he woke up, 10 years in the past, in his 7 year old body.

"Oh frick." And hello prepubescent vocal cords.

What could he do? Contact that wizard guy? Since he had the Time Stone he'd be the likeliest to believe that Peter had time traveled. But Peter didn't know how to contact him. He doubted he could find him in the phonebook. He didn't even know where he was from.

As Peter sat on his bed, he felt very alone. He didn't even have his powers yet. He was just a little kid who knew that half the universe was gonna die in ten years. He swallowed. What was he going to do?

Just then, he heard a scream come from another part of the house. Aunt May!? He hopped out of bed and ran as fast as his short legs would carry him.

"Ben!" He heard her cry, "Oh Ben!" Had something happened? His Uncle was still alive, and wouldn't be dead for years yet, which was just another weird thing on top of this whole horrible situation, and Peter didn't remember ever being woken up by Aunt May calling out Uncle Ben's name.

He burst into their room to see Aunt May clinging onto Uncle Ben for dear life, sobbing into his shoulder. He looked totally confused and was patting her shoulder making soothing noises.

"Aunt May?" Peter asked. Man, his voice was going to take getting used to.

She looked up and saw him, and her face, if it were possible, screwed up even more as she let out great big sobs. She let go of Uncle Ben and rushed towards him. "Oh Peter!" She scooped him up even though he was a little big for that. "You absolute idiot! How dare you disappear on me like that! You must never do that, you hear me! And stay away from spiders!"

"May! What's going on?" Uncle Ben asked, eyeing his wife worriedly.

"A-aunt May!?" Peter asked, shocked. "Do you remember too?" His heart clenched as he realized what that must mean. "Did you…" It was hard to get the words out, to speak of such a horrible experience so soon. Of such a horrible death. "Did you turn into dust too?"

She hugged him tighter and nodded. "What happened?" She wailed, "what just happened?"

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Author's Note: So basically, everyone who turned to dust at the end of Infinity War Part 1 was sent back in time 10 years. Anyone else, such as those who died before that time (i.e. Uncle Ben) or those who died due to other causes (i.e. Gamora) has no knowledge of the future. I'd handwave it saying that it was something Dr. Strange set up right before giving Thanos the Time Stone-that he used his magic to set a fail-safe into the stone so that if it was used in connection with the others to erase half of all life in the universe, that the Time Stone would automatically work with the Soul Stone and the Mind Stone, and the minds of those erased would be connected to their souls ten years in the past. Or something like that.