Notes: Hi guys! I'm back again with this years febuwhump/febufluff! This is my first time writing this much consecutively and I'm still not happy with some of the chapters that I have so far, but I thought I'd get this out anyway. This is my second time ever writing fanfic and I would love to be told what you guys think!

Kudos and comments are my diet

(Some of these will contain unhappy endings and some will be Endgame compliant. Most of them are in some universe where IW never happened so take that as you will)

Tags: Major character death

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Peter didn't know that death existed.

He was too young to understand the trials and heartache brought with it.

But he would find out all too soon.

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He had only been staying with uncle Ben and aunt May for a day when they came to him.

It was while he was playing with his Legos, as soon as they entered the room he knew something was wrong.

"Sweetheart," May started with tears in her eyes. "Something happened with your mom and dad, they-" she felt her throat tighten.

Peter's lips wobbled as Ben crouched in front of him. "Peter, there was a problem with your mom and dad's plane. They aren't gonna come, home baby." He continued for May, knowing he had to tell Peter what he could.

The only reaction from the child was a sob before he rushed into their arms.

As they tried to comfort him between them, their eyes met over his curls and a silent promise formed in a single glance.

Love and protect their boy who had lost so much.

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May didn't know what to do…

She didn't know how to help Peter, how to comfort him. It had been different with his parents. He hadn't had as many memories and hadn't quite realised that they wouldn't come back.

It was the opposite with Ben. They were so close and they understood each other in a way that May would have been jealous of she didn't also have a closeness with Peter.

That's what made it hurt so much more… knowing she won't be able to provide Peter with what he and Ben had.

When she found out that he had held his uncle as he bled out, as he died… she felt something break in her. And she knew that he lost more than just another person he loved, that he lost a part of his childhood innocence as well. She hoped that she could protect him from more loss and pain.

She didn't want to listen to the voice that said his pain was only just beginning, she drowned it out by hugging Peter close with a whispered "It's gonna be ok. We'll be ok. I love you so much, sweetheart."

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It turns out that the next thing Peter lost wasn't another person he loved, wasn't Ned or MJ, it wasn't even a civilian during his patrols.

Peter lost himself . He lost to a mad titan, something he hadn't even known existed!

But then again, maybe he should have known not to think anything was impossible. I mean, he'd had enough proof of it anyway. An alien invasion, killer robot's, radioactive spider, that weird guy from Germany who suddenly grew 20 feet, hell, Iron Man co-parented him with May.

But none of that changes the fact that he was there with those cool people from space one second, and then slowly everyone was turning to dust the next.

"It was the only way." The wizard dude said to Mr. Stark before he too faded away.

That was when he felt it. A horrible feeling like spiders were crawling up his spine. It was the only warning before the pain hit him. He was being torn apart, so he turned to the one thing he could trust.

"Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good," Peter chokes out, stumbling into Tony's arms, immediately being cocooned in his embrace. "I don't wanna go, sir. Please, I don't wanna go."

Peter felt is strength flee and starting falling but Mr. Stark just slid down with him, cradling his head and looking at Peter with a broken fearful expression. He looked frozen as if not even a whisper of breath could leave him.

But Peter knew, he knew what was trying to be said. He knew because he was trying to say it too.

"I'm sorry that we didn't have more time."

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you all that I wanted so badly to."

"I'm sorry that I brought you into all this."

"I'm sorry that I couldn't save you."

"You're mine even without the blood to prove it."

"I love you."

It all passed between them in the final seconds of eye contact.

"I'm sorry." Came Peter's final whisper before he too was dust in the wind.

Leaving Tony feeling as if he had lost a piece of himself.

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There was fire and smoke and destruction.

Bodies lay silent, never to move again.

Ashes and the smell of smoke filled the air, making it hard to see and breathe.

Tony would see flashes of those thought long lost throughout the battle. As he turned to face another enemy's attack, he only hoped that the missing piece of him, the piece he'd lost those five long years ago, was safe in all the chaos.

He couldn't let himself be distracted by it though. He had to concentrate or risk not being reunited with his loved ones.

He didn't turn in time for the colossal alien coming at him from behind.

That was when he saw it. A blur of red, blue, and gold. The Iron Spider.

It was as if time slowed down. He couldn't believe that this was finally happening. His son was right in front of him, and he was real . He wasn't dust on the wind. He was real.

Peter opened his mouth and the rambling that Tony had missed oh so much was back. His bright eyes widening in confusion as the billionaire approached him, still saying nothing but look at Peter and slight disbelief. He relaxed when Tony did nothing but silently pull him into a hug, and 'Oh, this is nice' he thought as a felt a kiss against his cheek.

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It was as if time had decided to take revenge, for the rest of the battle happened too fast. It was a blur of sand, smoke, explosions, and screaming.

The gauntlet passing between enemy and ally alike. That was when it passed to Thanos, and everything stopped, "I am inevitable." He said, cold fear slicing through the hearts of many.

A hollow snap echoed across the destroyed compound, the Titan twisting the empty gauntlet around in confusion.

Peter immediately knew what had happened. He turned and hoped against hope that he was wrong.

But there Tony was, kneeling and lifting a glowing arm.

"And I… am… Iron Man." Came his breathy voice, even through the pain he was strong.

He brought his fingers together, and he snapped.

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As Peter watched the reactor and flowers float away, memories echoed in his head. Memories of lab days and movie nights. Of smiles and laughs at his jokes and quips. Of tools passed silently between them without needing to ask. Of ice cream as a reward for a good grade. Of Tony picking him up from school or his apartment when he could.

In every memory, there was a remnant of Tony, and Peter didn't know how he was going to live without him… without his dad. Because that's what Tony was, he was his dad. He was too young to remember his father, and as much as they had loved each other, Ben could only be his uncle.

Peter felt different after Tony. He felt like something inside of him was missing. He knew that this time, he wouldn't heal from it as he had with his parents and Ben.

He knew that he would forever be left with the aching feeling of loss.

And in a way, it comforted him. For he knew that he would always be reminded of his father, of Ben, and of Tony, his dad.

Loss had become his friend.

He welcomed it with open arms.

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Peter knew all too well that death existed.

He was familiar with the trials and heartache brought with it.

Death called to him.

He could hear her voice.

He thought she was to claim his life.

What she desired was so much worse.