[Authors Note: Hello, MysticAttire here with my first fanfiction in over four years. I am still fairly new to this and hope that I can learn how to write better through this project and another one coming out soon. This chapter is very short since I didn't want to get into the thick of it right away, instead opting to keep that for next chapter. Also thanks for reading this.]
The battlefield looked as if a maelstrom of destruction had passed through. Both sides had melded into one mass carpet of death that coated the landscape, a testament to the strength of the purple giant standing unscathed in the middle of it all. The giant stood proudly, blue armor embroidered with gold, accompanied by a gilded gauntlet on his left hand, sparkling with a rainbow of stones. The giant looked almost bored as a few stragglers attempted to put up a fight. With the casual flick of his wrist, his opponents flew back and struggled to get back up.
A loud thunderclap echoed throughout the battlefield, causing the giant to look for the cause of the sound, while the few people still putting up a fight backed away. A lightning strike hit the ground with such intensity that everything was bathed in white light for a few seconds. A tall man with flowing blond hair stepped out from the spot where the lightning had struck just moments before. The man flew high into the sky and observed his fallen comrades, all defeated by the purple giant looking at him now. Flinging his new axe at the purple giant, the man charged in with a mighty roar. His axe found its victim and plunged itself into the giant's chest. Flying up to the giant, the man came to a complete standstill by pushing the axe even deeper into the giant's chest. A cry of pain escaped the lips of the previously impervious giant. The man grinned wickedly as he pushed the axe further still.
The giant then whispered hoarsely "You should have gone for the head." Pulling up his left hand, he snapped his fingers. A shockwave of untold proportions pushed back everyone, and the giant disappeared, all that remained of his time there was an axe coated in his blood falling slowly to the ground.
The man got up slowly and was greeted with wails and sobs of his grieving friends, now taking the time to mourn the fallen. As he looked around he saw half of his comrades were missing, gone without a trace. He asked what happened and all the others could say is "They turned to dust". Gripping his axe, he vowed to kill the giant even if he had to die to do it.
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Peter Parker P.O.V.
(3 minutes prior)
My body is no longer my own. All senses have left me, the wind that was assaulting my body no more than a memory now. Seeing myself grasp Mr. Stark but not feel anything was rattling. I know that the words "Please, Mr. Stark, I don't wanna go" are being said by me but I cannot hear them, making me feel like I am a ghost already. I am now being supported by Mr. Stark, who puts me onto my back, my legs already faded from this plane of existence. I could see the grief in his eyes, he knew that I was not going to make it out. His lips were moving, trying in vain to speak words of encouragement to me. I feel nothing now, my vision and thoughts are the only reason that I know I am still alive. I manage to squeeze out an "I'm so sorry, Mr. Stark" before my vision finally leaves me and all goes dark. There is nothing left but my thoughts, all alone with only my mind to keep me company. I try and tune out my thoughts but everything is crashing down upon me, all of the pent up feelings of regret finally pouring out, nobody around to hear them.