For those of you who've read my other, terrible story, this chapter will seem familiar. I didn't see any reason to change HOW Peter got to the MHA world, just what he does when he gets there needs to be different. So, I've literally just copy and pasted the first chapter in here. The real story starts with chapter 2. For now, for those of you who haven't read my other, terrible story, enjoy.

The Endgame Battle, after Professor Hulk's snap.

All around, there was chaos. Peter could have sworn he had died a few minutes ago, then the wizard guy told him 5 years had passed and Mr. Stark needed his help to beat Thanos. Nothing made sense, but then Mr. Wizard opened a big portal and they were standing in a huge battleground.

So many things happened all at once. Peter saw the big guy from the airport break through a building, he saw Captain America holding Mjolnir, and the big angry grape guy had a giant sword now, but no gauntlet.

There was no time to talk to anybody or make sense of anything, so Peter just joined in the fight, attacking anything that didn't look human. The next 20 minutes were easily the most tense moments of his life. More than a few times, he was almost killed by a sword or some stray bolt of energy.

Somewhere along the line, he had found Mr. Stark who gave him a hug. That was nice, but also really weird. Now though, things were desperate. The gauntlet was back, right in the center of the battlefield, and the big grape dude was heading right for it. The glowing lady tried to take it, but Thanos easily punched her away with the purple stone.

Before Peter could move in, Mr. Stark jumped to Thanos, trying to take the gauntlet from him, but he was violently tossed away as well.

Thanos had the most evil smile Peter had ever seen on his face.

"I am...inevitable," he said.

Peter's heart stopped when he saw that Thanos had snapped his fingers.

"No. No, please. I don't want to die again."

But nothing happened. Peter opened his eyes and saw there were no stones on Thanos' hand. He turned his head and saw that Mr. Stark had them embedded in his suit, a look of pain on his face as their energy went through his body.

"And I...am…- "

He wasn't able to finish though. Thanos lunged forward and grabbed Mr. Stark's fingers, keeping him from snapping.

A.N.: Seriously though, why didn't he just do that in Endgame? He was like 20 feet away.

"NO!" Peter yelled as he sprinted towards the pair. Thanos was trying to pry the stones from Mr. Stark's suit, ripping through it like it was paper.

"GET OFF HIM!" Peter shot two web lines at Thanos, dragging him away from Mr. Stark. He managed to drag Thanos back a few feet and bring him to one knee, but he had already taken the blue, red, and green stones.

"Kid! Get back! Stay away from him!"

"Sorry, Mr. Stark, but I can't do that."

Peter had an idea. A very stupid one, but it could work. It would likely mean dying a second time though.

Peter fired as many webs as he could at the giant grape man. He shot so many webs his arms felt like they were on fire. When Thanos' body stopped being visible under the mass of webs, Peter stopped. He then located Thanos' hand, and pried it open.

"Am I really doing this?" Peter questioned in his mind. But then the web cocoon started shifting, and it was obvious Thanos wouldn't be subdued for long. "Screw it, no time to hesitate."

Peter shot 3 webs toward Mr. Stark, each one landing on a different stone. With a forceful yank, he ripped the stones from his suit. As they flew towards him, he held up his right hand, allowing the to hit the back of his hand. The Iron Spider suit immediately shifted to allow the stones to integrate with it. And then, there was only pain.

For Peter, it felt like his body was being pulled apart from the inside. All the energy from the stones was transferred into his body, overloading it. His suit's HUD began flashing countless warning signs, each one showing that his vitals were spiking, organ activity was decreasing, and the suit was holding more energy than it could handle.

But he couldn't stop. He reached into Thanos' hand and grabbed the other 3 stones, shoving them onto his hand as well. The pain only increased from there, along with an increase in warning signs.

"KID, Stop! Let me do it! GIve me the stones!" Mr. Stark was yelling desperately at Peter, begging him to listen.

Just then, the cocoon finally ruptured, and Thanos emerged. He grabbed Peter and pinned him to the ground.

"I'm out of time. This is the only option." Peter thought. He then turned his head to Mr. Stark, who was running to him with tears in his eyes.

Peter smiled and simply said, "Goodbye Mr. Stark."

"NO!" Mr. Stark yelled as Peter snapped his fingers. A blinding light emerged, covering everything. Then it happened.

They began turning to dust. Every single one of Thanos' troops, ships, armaments disappeared. Thanos glared down at Peter, aiming to hit him at least once before the same happened to him. But his fist turned to dust before it reached Peter, and the rest of him soon followed.

As for Peter, he was dying.

His suit used every reserve nanobot it had to repair the damage it had sustained, but underneath the newly repaired suit, his arm was practically melted. It was totally black, withered to the bone, with no blood to bleed left in it.

Peter could feel his arm liquifying, and he could honestly say it was the worst pain he had ever been in.

"KID! Hey, hey, look at me! Look at me, you're gonna be fine! Do you hear me? It'll be okay, I promise."

Mr. Stark had run over to Peter, trying to reassure him. Or was he reassuring himself? Either way, it helped Peter. Besides him, all the other Avengers and their new friends were gathering around them. Mr. Rhodey, Mr. Bucky, the cat guy, and some lady on a winged horse were among them.

"Hey...Mr. Stark." Peter's voice was slow and strained. "I did it...right? I saved us. I got the stones...I got rid of the talking grape...am I...as good as you now?"

Mr. Stark was openly crying now. His shoulders were shaking, but still he tried to smile at Peter.

"No kid, you're not as good as me. You're better than I ever was. I mean that. You saved us all...Peter."

He said it. Mr. Stark finally said Peter's name. If he could, Peter would smile, but it hurt just to talk, so that didn't feel possible right now.

"That's...cool. Hey, Mr. Stark, don't feel bad for this. It was...my choice. I knew what I was doing when I did it. This is all on me. It's alright. I did something good. That's all I've been trying to do since I became Spider-man. That's all...any of us can do."

Peter's voice grew fainter. It was becoming harder and harder to stay awake.

"If you don't mind Mr. Stark, I'm really tired. I'm just gonna...gonna take a little nap...right here. We can...have the victory party later."

"No. NO! Hey, kid! Peter! Open your eyes! You have to stay awake! Come on, open your eyes! Please!"

Peter couldn't hear what Mr. Stark was saying anymore. His eyes were fully closed now, and his mind was blank. It was like floating in a void.

And then, on that day…

Peter Parker died.

Well, that was...fun to write. Is it weird that I cried at my own story? Don't you judge me, Spider-Man has been my favorite superhero since I was 4. When he died in Infinity War, I was one of those people that were crying in the middle of the theater. Very loud, very annoying, ugly crying.

Anyway, I'm fairly excited to try this new story. Not sure how good it'll be, but hopefully you all enjoy it.

This is Aren signing off.

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My name is Aren by the way.