I look around me. They're disintegrating, turning to ash. I can feel my spidey sense going off, warning me of something, and I fear that I am next. "Mr. Stark?" I mumble. I don't think he hears me. "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good."

He looks around. If I didn't know better, I would say that he looked almost lost. "You're alright." He watches as the people around him blow away in the wind.

I stumble towards him. He's a genius, one of the smartest people on earth. He can fix this, he can save me. He doesn't have much of a reaction, and I begin to panic. "I don't know what's happening! I don't wanna go." I crash into him, trying to hug him, but shaking in fear. "Please… I don't wanna go!" We fall to the ground, my spidey sense is going crazy, and it's only making the panic worse. I look at his torso, wondering if I could try to web up the wound from the sword before I am whisked away from the closest thing I have to a father figure.

I expect blood, maybe some intestines to be spilling out, if he was stabbed in the wrong place. Worst case scenario, I think maybe I can see shattered pieces of his rib cage.

What I see is so much worse than I could have possibly imagined.

There's dust, blowing all around us. This, I knew - I expected to happen. But it's coming from the wrong place. I thought it would be me. It had to be me! He could fix things, he could save the world.

I flip us, so he is lying on the ground, one of my hands on his shoulder, the other frantically using my web shooters to try to seal his stomach, but I know that it's useless. I can feel his flesh dissolving under my hand, and refocus my attention on his face. We lock eyes, and I try to communicate everything I need to in the last few seconds I have with my mentor. I can see the fear in his eyes, the sorrow, but also, something that looks almost like relief? I try to say everything I wish I could have said to Uncle Ben before he died, but all that comes out is "I'm sorry…"

He smiles weakly, blinks, and opens his mouth as if he's about to say something, then he's gone.

I scrape at the ash, as if trying to gather enough to put him back together. I try to catch it all, before the wind has a chance to blow him away, but I have no way to hold all of it.

I have no idea how long I sit there, trying to come to terms with what has happened. I know I need to get up, but I can't bring myself to leave his remains behind. "Karen, what's the longest lasting web fluid I have?" She takes a few seconds longer than usual, and for a moment, I fear that whatever that was, whatever Thanos had done, had been able to wipe out the AI as well.

"You have the Long Term Handcuff option, designed to hold until you manually desolve it with it's solvent."

I blink. "That wasn't in my crash course in D.C., was it?"

"No, it is a new web combination. The suit you are currently wearing has over two hundred new combinations for you to try."

I struggle to hold back my tears. "Ok, uh, Karen? Activate Long Term Handcuff web." I proceed to make a small… pouch, although I am tempted to call it my web sac. I scrape as much of the ashes into it as possible, before sealing it off and stringing it around my neck on a seperate web.

I stand, tucking the sac into my suit as I do so. I take one last, lingering look at the place that will surely haunt my nightmares, then turn to walk away. Immediately, I nearly run into something. I'm not sure how long she had been standing there, watching me, but my spidey senses hadn't warned me about her, so I assume that she was not an immediate danger to me. Still, I jump back in surprise, careful to avoid… "What? Why…. Who are you? I know we sorta met earlier, but not really, and, like, I don't think I remember your name, and I'm really sorry, but like I think we're the only two left here, and I might be Spiderman, but I'm just a kid, and I don't know what to do. How am I gonna get home from here…. Sorry, I'm rambling, I'll shut up now."

The blue lady looked at me, cocking her head slightly, in a calculating way. "I am called Nebula." She offers no more information.

"Ok, uh, Ms. Nebula, ma'am? Do you have a ship? How did you get here? How are we going to get off this planet? Oh, and I'm - you can call me Peter."

"Peter, huh?" There was no emotion on her face. "You literally watched me crash land my ship, I fail to see how you thought my ship would be of any use in this scenario."

I hang my head. "Sorry, miss. I just - I just really need to get home. I ne- no, WE need to figure this out, try to I dunno, reverse it or something? Half the people in the universe just died, surely there's a way to fix this! There has to be something we can do!" I look around desperately, as if expecting someone else to pop out of the shadows to save the day.

She says nothing for a few more moments, before sighing and gesturing to me to follow her. I stagger forward. "We need to find Quill's ship. He may have come here expecting to die, but he loved that shithole. He wouldn't have destroyed it unless he didn't have a choice. Come, it most likely isn't far." She doesn't spare me a second glance, assuming that I will follow her.

I stumble forward, I have nowhere else to go. Soon enough, we find the ship. Climbing on, Nebula starts the engines, while I sit in one of the seats. "Do you know how far we are from Earth? We are going there, right? You're gonna let me go home?"

She glances back at me briefly. "It will take a few days to get to our destination. Sit back, go to sleep. You would be more of a hindrance than a help if you attempt to fly. I will wake you if something goes wrong." Her body is stiff, I can tell she is not used to showing her emotions to many people. "We will go to Terra, we will see if any of those who are left will be of any help to us."

I doubt that I will be able to sleep, but close my eyes anyways.