Hello and welcome to "Something Left Behind", the official "Everything Left Unfulfilled" rewrite! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first version.

"Missus Stark?"

Her heart lurched as Peter spoke, fear filling her as she whipped around. She watched as the teen took a staggering step forward before looking at her with wide, fearful eyes. "Peter?" she whispered, voice barely heard. No, no… not her boy.

Not her son.

"I don't feel so good." No… no, no, nonononono

"You're alright," she heard herself saying, staying still as the 15-year-old took another few steps forward, his fingertips starting to disappear into dust.

"I-I don't know - I don't know what's happening," He finally reached her by tripping, and she easily caught him, letting his arms wrap around her as he buried his head into her shoulder and began to sob. "I don't want to go, I don't want to go, ma'am please, please I don't wanna go."

Her heart wrenched; his ma'am was slurred from panic, almost making it sound like mom...

"I don't wanna go," his legs dissolved, and she fell to her knees, making sure he didn't take the impact as she laid him down, tears trailing down both their faces. She forced herself not to look down, not to look down at his body, which she could feel crumbling. She forced herself to look at his face, and as he looked at her, a knowing moment passed through them. "I'm sorry m…"

A scream tore through her as she watched his face break down, and when arms, gentle, wrapped around her, she let herself break, squeezing the man tight. "Why?" She demanded, looking up at the Wizard.

"It has to be this way," he murmured back, and in her horror, she saw him start to disappear. "We've reached the end-game now."

"Stephen?" She whispered, and he gave her one final smile before, like everyone else, he disappeared as well, leaving her alone with some weird blue-skinned Robo-alien chick she was 50% sure (check: 1000% sure) would sooner kill her than help her.

"Now what?" The Fembot huffed as Toni stayed kneeling at the ground, staring at the broken buildings of this sorry world. "Are you just planning on sitting there and staying sad all day?"

"Furious," she whispered.

"What?" The other woman snapped as the human stood up, hands clenching.

"I'm fucking furious," she snarled. "That… that… grape ass ugly mother fucking bastard fucking killed my son! I'm going to kill him."

There she was, a tiny five-foot-two steaming human, prepared to go toe-to-toe again with a hulking eleven-foot alien who, apparently, easily beat the crap out of Hulk. "We have to get to wherever the last stone was. Maybe there are survivors there." Fembot said.

"Earth," she mumbled, running a hand through her hair. "The Avengers, we would've stopped them."

"Then we go there,"

"No," Toni's voice had the alien turn around, eyes sharp in a glare. "No, if Thanos got the Mind Stone, that means that he… It means he killed Vision. He most likely killed the others as well. We have to go to Thanos."

"We don't even know where he is!" She hissed back. "For all we know, he could be centuries in the past! Or he could've dusted himself when he got the final stone!"

"It's a chance I'm willing to take."

"Hey, Miss Potts... Pep. If you find this recording, don't post it on social media. It's gonna be a real tear-jerker. I don't know if you're ever going to see these. I don't even know if you're... if you're still... Oh god, I hope so. Today is day 21, uh 22. You know, if it wasn't for the existential terror of staring into a void of space, I'd say I'm feeling better today. The infection's run its course, Thanks to the blue meanie back there. You'd love her. Very practical. Only a tiny bit sadistic. Some fuel cells were cracked during battle, but we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge to buy ourselves about 48 hours. But it's now dead in the water. We're 1000 light-years from the nearest 7-11. Oxygen will run out tomorrow. And that'll be it. And Pep, I ... I know I said no more surprises, but I was really hoping to pull off one last one. But it looks like... well you know what it looks like. Don't feel bad about this. I mean, if you grovel for a couple of weeks, and then move on with enormous guilt. I should probably lie down. Marry Happy, have some kids. You're amazing, Virginia. Don't ever forget that."

Reaching over, she ignored how she shook and turned the helmet off. She was prepared to die a pointless death, unable to avenge Peter, and Vision, and… With a sigh, she closed her eyes and leaned down against the table.

Happy didn't make it.

Pepper had been with him when the snap happened and had to watch her fiance turn into dust.

She was forced into sitting in a meeting with Rogers (didn't they remember the last time those two saw each other?) pressuring her into revealing where Thanos went. Nebula answered instead as she remained stone-faced, not answering or remarking to any snide comments that were sent to her.

The stones were gone.

Toni stared at what remained of the gems, having dug them up from under the scarecrow. The biggest shards of the yellow and green were still faintly glowing, and a bout of determination filled her as she picked them up and made her way back over to the ship, ignoring how lightheaded she felt.

"Antonia," Thor mumbled from the table area, something akin to whiskey in hand.

"Can these be repaired?" she demanded, opening up her hand. His look went from depressed to panicked in an instant as he moved to slap them out of her hand, but the second their skin touched, a blinding light flared.

She wasn't aware of the shards disappearing as she covered her eyes, and when the light faded, her breath caught at the sight of the six people who were in front of her. Water was everywhere, echoing back a burning red sky, and Thor was beside her as well, looking just as stunned.

She only recognized four people, but she had an inkling of who the other two were.

"Do you want to stop it?" Peter asked, making her turn towards him again.

"What do you mean?" she asked, but Thor shushed her.

"This is the work of the Time and Mind stones, on their last bout of power," he explained. "Any question they ask is either a yes or no."

She would've argued that they weren't sentient, but she could very clearly remember Vision, and his random outbursts of power and frustration those first few months, before nodding. "So what do they mean by stop it? Thanos?"

"Possibly, or they could just mean the second snap," he looked frustrated, and she felt herself echoing him as it clicked.

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't," she sighed. "Why the both of us then? Why not just me when I touched them?"

"Magic, no doubt. The time stone had been held by the Midgardian sorcerer had it not?" for a second, he sounded smug, like his old self, before that shadow came again. "Antonia, you must answer. Neither Loki, my mother, nor my father spoke."

"Jarvis and Happy," she argued, but once again looked at her son.

"Do you want to stop it?" he asked again.

She glanced at Thor, who gave a single nod. "Yes,"

Peter smiled. "Is it worth it?"

She thought back to just a month ago, and how she and Pete had been in the lab, firing web solutions at one another. "Yes," she found herself saying.

His smile turned sad as the world blurred. "At what cost?"

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