Okay so I decided to go ahead and make this a series and all that jazz. Also, a big thanks to the two guests who reviewed the previous chapter! Thanks a bunch guys~~ If there's an spelling errors that I missed when I checked, please let me know and I will update the document!


"Excuse me, did you just say that we could save Peter? As in our little brother, Peter Parker? The one who passed away three FUCKING YEARS AGO?! Dude that's not even remotely ok to joke about and-" Clint didn't get to finish his rant because Thor had grabbed the man by his neck, lifting him up in the air until his feet no longer touched the ground.

"How dare you speak jokes about the son of Parker." Thor boomed as he squeezed the man's neck until a cracking sound was heard.

"Hey! Thor, buddy, you can't just go around breaking people's necks' and stuff!" Tony tried to reason with the fuming Asgardian. The team's attention however, was turned back to the seemingly dead man in Thor's hands as his body disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, only to subsequently reappear behind Thor. Steve, Tony, and Bruce jumped a little in their seats while Clint and Natasha remained as they were. Thor turned around and was met with cold, lifeless, grey eyes staring back at him.

"You," Thor began, "who are you? You're not human."

The man only chuckled lightly. He disappeared again and reappeared, again, in the center of the room so all of the Avenger's could see him clearly.

"Since you all seem to care so deeply about my identity, I shall grant you the answer to your question. I," he paused and held up his hand. When he did, the lights flickered briefly before settling in a dim brightness, revealing the man's face to be a skull. There some gasps from Steve and Bruce who looked at the man's hands and saw that they too, were skeletal. "I, am Death. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Steve gave the man, Death, a skeptical look and turned to Bruce and locked eyes as if to silently ask his input on the situation. Bruce just shrugged in response. Natasha grabbed for a hidden blade before Clint lowered her hand down with his own. Tony stayed silent but Bruce could tell that his mind was working to process and work out a meaning to what Death had said. Thor still stood there, staring at the man who claimed to be Death.

"So, uh, Death? What did you mean by what you said about Peter?" Tony said, breaking the awkward silence in the room.

"Wait, Stark. You can't seriously say that you believe this guy?" Clint laughed as he stood up from his seat, jabbing a thumb in Death's direction.

*"I have been known by many names; Anubis, Mors, Thanatos, Yama. however, I can indeed assure you that I am truly Death."

"That still doesn't answer our earlier question. Natasha spoke next, her voice darkening to almost a growl. "What did you mean by what you said about Peter?"

Death sighed.

"You see, this is why I can't stand mortals. They never understand even when someone speaks simply to them." this earned him glares from multiple occupants in the room. "I mean exactly what I said. What would you all be willing to do if I told you that you had the opportunity to save your brother, Peter Parker?"

"Even if that were possible, and I'm asking hypothetically here, how would we even achieve that?" Steve asked.

"You shouldn't be so surprised and rule it out immediately as a hypothesis. I am Death after all so matters involving the deceased come easy to me." Death said matter of factly and slightly annoyed. "To make it short, I'm saying that I will grant you the power to go back in time and prevent the death of Peter Parker."

At that, all of the Avengers looked at Death wide-eyed. They were in shock at what the reaper had just told them.

"How- I mean, why would.." Bruce fumbled with his words.

"Why would I allow mere mortals to use my power to save someone's soul?" Death answered the pending question on everyone's mind. "It's because Peter Parker was not supposed to die on that night three years ago." Death's skeletal face returned to its fleshy appearance accompanied by the half mask. His face contorted into a scowl.

"What? If he wasn't supposed to die that night then why did he?" Clint snapped.

"That's what I spent three years trying to figure out Mr. Barton. It turns out that your friends at H.Y.D.R.A, who were responsible for the incident, found a way to cheat my book." Death said very angrily.

"Your book? What's that? A list of people that states when and how they die?" Tony joked trying to lift the tense mood.

"Yes, that is precisely what it is Mr. Stark." Death replied back quickly. Clint snickered behind Tony as if saying 'dude you just got burned'. Death took out a thick, black, leathery book out of thin air and opened it up. He drug his finger down the page until he found what he was looking for. "Peter Parker was supposed to die at age 67. He would have been involved in a bank robbery by chance as a hostage and sheltered an infant and its mother with his body to protect them from the rapid gunfire of the robbers." Death finished and closed the book. It vanished instantaneously.

After hearing how Peter would die, the Avengers all looked at each other, silently conversing on how that is so like him. They conversed vocally for a few minutes and after coming to a unanimous decision, Natasha turned to Death and spoke for the team.

"We would be honored to be able to use your power to save Peter, however, we can't help but think there is a catch." She said, her eyes wary of the reaper.

"Ah, Miss. Romanoff, how very intuitous of you. But you are correct, in return for letting you use my power, I want you all to find out exactly how H.Y.D.R.A managed to change the destiny Peter's soul was supposed to follow. Whatever they did, it weakened my hold on the souls of the underworld."

Steve nodded before replying. "We accept your offer, Death."

"Very well then. Please get ready and I shall send you on your way. I must tell you all something first." Death said. The team stopped rummaging momentarily and looked at him. "Normally, only those who are about to die can see me. You all are an exception, for now at least. However Since Peter is already dead and will soon die unless you can save him when you go back, he would be able to see me. As such, I will not be accompanying you all to the past, but, don't fret about your transportation home for if you successfully complete your mission, you all will be transported back to the present as if nothing ever happened though you will retain your memories of the trip." He finished.

"Death…" Steve began.

"Yes, Mr. Rodgers?"

"Would it be possible, when we finish the mission and return, for you to erase Peter's memories of the events? I don't want him to know that we came back because he died." Steve asked the reaper sheepishly.

Death was quiet for a moment, contemplating Steve's question. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to spare the boy some unneeded trauma."

"Thank you."

With that final note, Death waved a hand in the air and a dark, wispy vortex appeared behind him. He motioned for them to step forward and as they walked into it, he told them, "I will be sending you back exactly two weeks before the attack on Avenger's Tower so you have time to gain information and plan accordingly." Steve, Tony, Bruce, Clint, Natasha, and Thor stepped through the vortex and had to shield their eyes from the blinding light. When they opened their eyes next, they were standing in the kitchen where a very confused Peter sat at the counter, mouth open, and spoon full of cereal stopped midway to his mouth.

"Didn't you guys just leave in the elevator for a food run? No, I definitely saw you guys leave. Am I still asleep? Crap!" He looked down at his watch and noticed the time. He was going to be late for school. "Not cool, so not cool!" he said, running around grabbing his things.

'That's right' Tony thought, 'I remember Peter had woken up late and when we went to go get groceries, he was eating breakfast like a turtle. I specifically remember it because he didn't have a full bowl of cereal and that was the reason for the food run.'

Natasha ran up to Peter and wrapped him in a bear hug. They stayed like that for a good five minutes, which made Peter more tardy than he was. The others knew she was just happy to see her baby brother alive and well.

"Umm...Tasha? What's wrong? Are you ok?" He bombarded her with questions. She pulled back and tears were streaming down her face. Peter panicked and flailed his arms trying to process why his deadly assassin of a sister was crying on him. "Uh, um, I uh, whatever I did can I apologize after I get home from school? I'm really sorry but I'm gonna be late…" He stuttered.

"Actually Peter, we're going to go ahead and call you in sick. We have some things we need to tell you, son." Steve said, stepping in front of the group.

Peter cocked his head to the side, questioning his reasoning but shrugged it off. A free sick day was a free sick day after all. Unfortunately, the Avenger's younger selves decided to pick that very moment to return from their shopping trip. The younger Clint exited the elevator, taking notice of his slightly older self and the others and promptly dropped his grocery bags. While the rest of the younger Avenger's looked at him quizzically, he simply pointed at the older group and shouted, "IT'S FUCKING INCEPTION GUYS, INCEPTION!"

Peter's head whipped from side to side looking each group up and down, not knowing what the hell was going on.

"Oh boy." Bruce said.

"Way to go Robin Hood, you've gone and scared yourself." future Tony said smacking future Clint on the head mockingly.

Younger Steve stepped out of the elevator and addressed the older versions of his team. "May I have an explanation on what the sam hell is going on here?" he said calmly, with a tiny bit of agitation hidden in his voice.

The older group looked at each other and Steve replied. "I think you all better sit down. We have a lot to tell you."


Wow so this is actually turning out pretty good! As always if you have a advise or anything please don't be afraid to say it in the reviews! thanks!

*Anubis- Egyptian guardian of the dead

Mors- Roman god of death

Thanatos- Greek counterpart of Mors

Yama- Hindu god of death