What was happening?
This was not how it was meant to go.
Tony stood there motionless as he witnessed everyone near him slowly disintegrate into nothing more than flakes of ash.
"Mr Stark?"
Oh god not him too.
"I don't feel so good."
Tony turned to see an overwrought Peter slowly stumble towards him.
"You're all right," he replied.
Because it was the first thing he could think of.
Because he desperately wanted it to be true.
Because despite the sick feeling in his stomach that told him what was about to happen,
He needed this kid to make it out of this.
"I don't- I don't know what's happening."
Peter fell towards Tony and grabbed him.
Tony could see the fear in his eyes.
"I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go." He cried.
All Tony could do was hold him. He saw the ash start to float away from Peter's body.
Peter fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he crumbled into ash.
No. NO!
Why him?
Tony didn't move. A second ago he was holding Peter's dying body. Now there was nothing left of him.
It wasn't fair. Why hadn't he gone instead?
No body to bury. No way for his aunt to ever see him again.
What was he going to say to his aunt?
They had lost and it was his fault.
He had got the kid caught in the middle of this mess and now he was gone.
This is my first fanfic so feel free to leave comments like constructive criticism!