Ashes Chapter 1: Peter Parker, an avengers fanfic

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FOR INFINITY WAR PART 1- DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT!

LAST WARNING!

A/N: I saw Infinity War on the 27th... I had to write this.

Summary: "Mr. Stark… I don't feel so good." This will be a two part short story featuring views from both Peter Parker and Tony Stark at the end of Infinity Wars Part 1.

Ashes

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Peter Parker

Aunt May kissing him on the cheek before leaving for the field trip. Him wiping it off because… ew, gross!

Field Trip.

The bus.

His best friend Ned causing a distraction for him.

Alien spaceship in New York… AGAIN. Always the aliens! Something about stone gems? Wow. This guy really was into jewelry.

Him hitching a ride in an alien spaceship. IN SPACE!

An Avenger… HIM. An Avenger... FINALLY!

The realization that this was sooo much bigger than the friendly-neighborhood-Spiderman.

The arrival on Titan. He was on another planet!

The battle.

Thanos winning. …. Thanos won.

The silence on Titan could cut through Vibranium. Thanos had just won and Peter couldn't wrap his head around it. Aren't they the good guys? The good guys were always supposed to win. He had fought hard with Mr. Stark to get that gauntlet off of Thanos's hand.

Then the other Peter just had to go and screw it up. They were so close to winning. So close. His plan had worked right up until it didn't. He felt awful. His plan. His fault. His failure.

"Did… did we just lose?" Peter asked in a small, shaking voice. He looked at Mr. Stark, who was staring right back at him in stunned silence. He couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry. It was the only way." The magic guy stated from his sitting position on the rocks of Titan. Dr. Strange looked exhausted, bruised and battered.

Peter knew something was wrong when Mantis dissolved into ash. Then Drax. Then Quill. Even Dr. Strange.

Somehow Peter knew he was next. He felt even worse than he did before. Bile rose in his throat and he fought to keep it down. He felt dizzy and his head hurt. Oh no. What if he was going like the others? He had to speak up. He had to let Mr. Stark know before it was too late.

"Mr. Stark?" His voice wavered. For the first time that day, he was terrified. Of course he was scared the moment that the donut spaceship hung over New York City. He would be insane not to have been scared when he chose to stay on that spaceship to help Mr. Stark save the magic guy. This feeling was nothing compared to that, "I don't feel so good."

Peter tried to walk towards Mr. Stark, his mentor, before stumbling a bit. Mr. Stark turned around, his face white as he realized what was happening to him. In denial, Mr. Stark stated, "You're alright kid."

Peter shook his head, but that was a mistake. Everything hurt worse, "I don't…" Peter swallowed, "I don't know what's happening." Peter was panicking. No! He couldn't die. Not like this. He just couldn't. Not without saying goodbye to Aunt May… Ned… Liz… MJ.

Peter stepped toward Mr. Stark as one last ditch effort and made it, stumbling into his arms. His breathing was erratic and sweat dripped down his forehead. One last reference even though Mr. Stark said not to. Come on Peter. One last reference. The thought of what to say when somehow, the tenth Doctor popped into his head. He knew what he was going to say now.

"I don't want to go, Mr. Stark." He pleaded, as if Mr. Stark had the ability to control life and death. Mr. Stark stumbled a bit under his weight and Mr. Stark lowered Peter to the ground of the planet. Alien planet. Not even Earth. Not home. Please. He just wanted to go home. He wanted Aunt May. Her hugs. Her perfume. Familial love. All Mr. Stark could do was stare at him, tears running down his cheeks, "Please, Mr. Stark. I don't want to go."

He noticed Mr. Stark get choked up and try to say something. But he couldn't. Peter gave a watery smile and pushed Mr. Stark away from him. The move was so sudden that it forced Mr. Stark to fall backward and fall onto the ground. His head lay back onto the ground, not having any strength left to keep it up. He knew his body was dissolving quickly. He just had to say one more thing.

"I'm sorry."

He dissolved into ash.

And Thanos had won.