Pietro

Is this how Spencer felt? Pietro thought to himself, staring at the vastness that was space. His lips were parted slightly, eyes dazed, and body straining against his harness as he attempted to get a greedier look through the windshield. It was a terrifying beauty that scared him shitless, it reminded him exactly of Spencer.

"Okay, who here hasn't been to space?" The raccoon named Rocket asked from his position in the front of their ship. Pietro noted that Rocket didn't like to be called a raccoon at all, Rocket always got defensive and angry when referred to as a raccoon, so, Pietro tried his best not to refer to Rocket as just a raccoon.

Pietro raised his hand and watched quietly as Steve, Natasha, and Rhodey raised their hands, too. "Oh, you're gonna hate this," Rocket chuckled dryly and warned afterwards, "You better not throw up on my ship."

Pietro was tempted to ask what Rocket meant, but Nebula spoke first, "Approaching jump in three, two…" Pietro's grip on his armrest tightens as his whole body tenses in response as the ship propels forward at an extreme speed. Pietro's body is being pushed back into his seat, an uncomfortable pressure presses into his chest, but his eyes are widening at the array of beautiful colors that flash by the ship.

There's a sudden whoosh and the shop jerks ever so slightly, and there's a moment of blackness before, they appear in front of an orange, lush planet. The pressure on his chest goes away, and he sags against his seat as Carol moves to leave the ship in her suit.

"Last time we did a jump," Bruce murmured from the front of the ship, "We all passed out from the sheer force of it."

"From Sakaar to Asgard, right?" Rocket asked and Bruce nodded, "That's one massive jump, of course you guys did."

Pietro held his tongue, desperate to ask about Spencer, but it didn't feel like the right time. Carol appeared outside their ship, glowing brightly, "I'll head down for recon. If I'm not back in fifteen, you'll know I found him." Carol advised them with a grim and determined face.

Pietro leaned his head back against his headrest, eyes staring up at the ceiling as he silently contemplated what was going to happen next. Flashes of Spencer and Wanda's faces danced across his eyes, and it was a jab to his heart, knowing that the two most important pieces of his heart were gone from this existence. Dusted away as if they were nothing.

Three weeks, it had been three weeks, and at this point, Pietro had gone numb with all the heavier emotions weighing down on his shoulders. He no longer felt rage, grief, or even agony, he just felt numb. He couldn't count how many hours he had spent sobbing into Spencer's pillow, grieving his losses, and admittedly for some time, Pietro wondered if he should join them, but banished that thought a short time after.

Having Cooper helped a lot, and having Steve to mourn with him helped, too.

But it still felt like an uphill battle every day that Pietro was without Wanda or Spencer, and of course, he missed Vision, but Wanda and Spencer held pieces of his heart and soul, and without them, it felt like he was missing two thirds of himself.

"This is going to work, Steve," Nat's determined, but soft voice broke the tense silence in the ship.

Pietro straightened and looked and peered at Steve, only to see his friend tucking away a familiar compass. "I know it will," Steve spoke calmly and a beat passed before he added, "Because I don't know what I'm going to do if it doesn't."

Pietro almost flinched.

What if this didn't work? What if Wanda and Spencer were gone from them forever? Pietro swallowed uneasily at the thought. Steve looked up at Pietro, a tortured look passing between them. If Spencer was lost from both of them, Pietro wasn't sure how he would be able to cope.

Before any more conversation could be had, Carol reappeared in front of their ship, "No satellites, no ships, no armies," Carol sounded puzzled, "No ground defenses of any kind, it's just him."

That was enough to cheer Pietro up.

Pietro fidgeted in his seat, eager and ready to bring back his twin and his girlfriend. "That's enough," Nebula remarked, eagerly and pleased.

Pietro rolls his shoulders with determination, "It's time to bring them back." He spoke thickly.

It was almost comical how quickly their hopes were crushed. Pietro just stood there, flanking Steve's left, and with Nat flanking Steve's right, not wanting to comprehend the severity of the situation that was laughing in their faces. Thanos was being restrained by Carol, Bruce in the Hulkbuster, and Rhodey, but there was only the sound of Thanos grunting in pain since Thor chopped off his arm.

The sight of the gauntlet, fried and blackened laid on the ground, made Pietro's stomach roll, because the stones were gone from their place on the gauntlet. "Where are they?" Steve questions Thanos in a deadly and calm voice-refusing to believe what they all fearful of.

Thanos doesn't want to answer, but Carol tightens her grip around his throat, "Answer the question!" She hisses in his ear furiously.

Thanos responds, "The universe required correction," He begins to explain in a pained voice, "After that, the stones served no purpose beyond temptation."

His words were met with fury as Bruce lunged at him, "You murdered trillions!" He snarled and threw Thanos back a few paces, but Pietro remained frozen in his spot. He had to lying, right? He thought to himself, panicked.

"You should be grateful!" Thanos coolly remarked, without any remorse, for wiping out half of existence.

Bruce punched Thanos in a rage.

"Where are the stones?" Natasha asks, and although her voice is steely and sharp, Pietro can see her shoulders shaking slightly.

And Thanos doesn't hesitate to confirm their worst fears, "Gone," Pietro closes his eyes, tears stabbing at his eyes, "Reduced to atoms."

"You used them two days ago!" Bruce snapped, not wanting to believe his words.

"I used the stones to destroy the stones," Thanos replies calmly, "It nearly killed me, but the work is done. It always will be." Pietro opens his watery eyes, seeing Steve's shoulders sag ever so slightly in defeat and grief. Natasha looks ready to unleash her tears, and well, the rest of them? They all looked pissed as hell, especially Thor and Carol, "I am inevitable."

"We gotta tear this place apart," Rhodey quickly recommends, "He has to be lying!"

Rocket just stares at the destroyed gauntlet, looking broken and defeated, and shaking his head. "My father is many things," Nebula bitterly states, "A liar is not one of them."

Thanos gazes at his daughter, an unknown expression covering his face, "Thank you, daughter," Nebula sneers down at him, "Perhaps I've treated you too harshly-" Thor moves too quickly-way too quickly for even Pietro to realize what was happening. Thor swings his axe, Stormbreaker, and severs Thanos' head clean off his body.

Pietro's lips part in shock, taken back by the sudden display of violence.

Thanos' head hits the floor, followed by a dull thud as his body falls onto the wooden floor. Even Thor looks surprised at his own actions, and everyone is staring at the God with shocked expressions. "What did you do?" Rocket whispers brokenly, eyes looking up at their friend.

Thor swallows uneasily, "I went for the head," He responds weakly, upset with himself. Pietro doesn't hold it against the poor man, Thor had been through more than any of them. Thor snapping was bound to happen, Thanos was no use of them anymore. Thor storms out of the wooden hut, eyes haunted.

Pietro felt his knees buckle from underneath him, and he falls onto his knees in defeat. They lost. It was over. They couldn't bring any of them back-Not Wanda, Not Spencer, Not Bucky or Sam, they were all permanently gone.

"How you holding up?"

It was Tony.

Pietro was watching Arwen, Spencer's mare, graze in her pasture with Pippin. Cooper barked happily as Pietro turned his body towards Tony, the wolf-dog merrily running towards him and wiggling against his chest. Pietro smiled down at the dog, petting him fondly. It had been a few days since...and Pietro had finally had enough of sobbing in Spencer's room.

Tony looked better, not so gaunt and sickly. He had color back into his skin now. Pietro shrugged, "Debating if I can live without my sister or Spencer," Pietro answered honestly and brutally.

Tony walked up the wooden fence and quietly whistled for Pippin. The gelding snorted happily and trotted over to Tony, "Spencer wouldn't want you talking like that," Tony says quietly, no usual sarcasm in his voice.

Pietro watches Cooper run up to Pippin happily-I wish I was Cooper.

"I know," Pietro responds sullenly as he leans back onto his forearms.

Tony fondly pets Pippin, "Spencer left us gifts in her backpack," but Pietro already knows this, "Uh, Rhodey found her backpack, and...according to Bruce it was enchanted by Loki, and it took a while to take everything out, she's a hoarder, did you know that?"

Pietro's lips twitched upwards, "Yes."

"Anyway, most of it was paintings, but it was all labeled to a specific person," Tony mused softly, "I had no idea she painted," There was a solemn tone to his voice, "I guess being a superhero didn't let her have a lot of time to brush up on her brushwork," Tony sounded almost bitter, "We, uh, left her backpack in her-your room."

Pietro nodded mutely, feeling his heart constrict violently in his chest.

It was quiet, Tony lost in his thoughts and Pietro wishing for his sister and girlfriend back, "I was going to ask her to marry me," Pietro admitted quietly after a few minutes.

"I know,"

Pietro's eyes snapped up to Tony, but Tony is distantly staring off, "Natasha told me she saw you buying a ring with Steve," Tony shrugged lightly, "She said the ring was pretty."

Pietro's throat tightens with emotion, "I only had her back for a few hours," He whispers thickly, "And she was ripped away from me again."

Tony bobs his head, "I know, buddy," Tony clears the emotion from his throat away, "We're all struggling right now, and as much as you feel like you want to die and join Wanda and Spencer, you can't," Tony locked eyes with him, a fierce look overcoming the billionaire, "I won't let you do that," Pietro frowned at him, "Call me an asshole or whatever, but Spencer loved you. You were her everything, and anybody with eyes could see that, and I'll be damned if you try to let yourself waste away. You, Arwen, and Cooper," Tony's voice cracks, eyes growing watery now, "You, Arwen and Cooper," Tony breathed steadily, "Are all I have left of her."

Pietro couldn't help the tears that sprung up in his eyes, "So, please," Tony actually pleaded, "Please, try not to die."

Pietro sniffled and stared at Cooper, running in the pasture with Pippin, and Arwen glaring at their tomfoolery, "Okay," Pietro murmurs, a tear running down his cheek, "Okay."