Most people associate the color yellow with happiness. For those stuck here, in this murky, dusty place, the color yellow means something very different. Thankfully, it is not a bright yellow space; it's more of an burnt orange mixed with old, rundown shell gas station yellow, not a color often found. Which almost made it even worse. There was nothing to remind them of home. If you focused carefully, you could filter out sounds, to converse with just one or two people. It was confusing, nothing was solid in the soul stone. You could hear clearly, but sight was another matter altogether. Everything was seen through a dense haze, making it hard to see details.

But it was loud. Half of the galaxy's population had appeared here, and there were thousands of languages being spoken, yelled, even, across the space. These people had watched as their friends, family, and even they themselves dissolved into ashes, only to reappear here moments later. So yes, people were panicking, and rightfully so.

Tony opened his eyes, looking around. There were no recognizable landmarks, everything seemed to be the same, just a smoky, dull orange and yellow haze. Time seemed to move differently around him. At some points, it sounded as if everyone was talking at a super speed, the next, it was as if everyone around him was moving through molasses. He had no idea how long he lay there, thoroughly disoriented, trying to wait for the sensations to pass.

"Tony?!"

May Parker had still been at work when she got the call from Peter's school . All she had been told was that he had gone missing from the bus WHILE IT WAS SPEEDING DOWN THE HIGHWAY (seriously, how did no one see him leave?) via a panicked call from the teacher supervising the trip, who had decided to alert her before the cops were called. They had hoped that perhaps they had been wrong when they thought they saw him enter the bus, or maybe something had come up that had forced her to pick him up She had no idea where he was, but had made up a story on the spot. She had texted several people frantically, hoping that one of them would know where he was. Ned was next to no help, only telling her that he had jumped from the moving bus - Was he trying to give her a heart attack? - while on the trip. She hadn't heard back from Happy yet, and she didn't even have Tony Stark's number, so she couldn't try him. She should really fx that, now that she's thinking about it.

Pepper, on the other hand. Pepper was a life saver. They had met by chance, when May had been having a mental breakdown on the side of the road on the way to the Compound to pick Peter up from his training session. Happy, driving Pepper, had recognized her car and pulled over without even asking Pepper for permission, to see if she needed help. While the pair hadn't been expecting the tears, the sobbed questions (How do you live a normal life, knowing someone you love is risking theirs?), Happy had been more than willing to back off and allow Pepper to help the terrified aunt to calm down. The two had bonded over the shared experiences, and while they didn't talk often, they both understood that the other was alway available for questions, help, or a rant about their respective boys.

Pepper had responded quickly, given the circumstances surrounding the events, and while it did nothing to ease her fears - if anything, it made them worse - she was able to relax a little, knowing that Peter very well might just still be a bit busy helping Iron Man with the spaceship. After the first few messages, trying to explain exactly what was going on, May was only more lost than before. A wizard? Aliens, again?! And her boy, her kid was dressed in little more than a onesie. A high tech, multimillion dollar onesie, but still.

She was nowhere near the fight, but people are stupid. They think that they are invincible, that nothing could possibly come close to even touching them, and they will stay and record things that they have no business being part of. However, due to this, May was able to watch the majority of the fight between the beings. She was able to see every hit Peter took, every time he failed to dodge one of those massive fists - and when he was dragged up into the spaceship. She supposed she should panic, but honestly, she felt numb. She knew this was a dangerous job, knew that even if she had told him to stop, he wouldn't listen. So she had allowed him to continue running around the streets trying to 'look out for the little guy'.

Of course, there had been talk of curfew, he always had to have his homework completed before going out, reporting any major injuries, no more skipping school unless it was literally life or death for someone. For the most part, he had done well. There had only been a few incidents where he had skipped, and all of those were able to be explained off as either the Stark Internship or being sick.

While he helped out with the occasional fire, and sometimes assisted the police with hostage situations or preventing car accidents, the major catastrophes - like with the ferry or the Vulture - were few and far between. So when she saw this, the first potential worldwide disaster he had been involved in since discovering that it was her teenage nephew under the mask, she was numb. She could barely concentrate on anything, could barely focus enough to make it to the couch to try to gather her thoughts.

As CEO, Pepper was used to dealing with the PR nightmare that was her fiance. Nearly every time something involving him happened, whether it affected the company or not, the stocks were affected as well. As such, one she had informed May Parker of what was happening regarding their boys, she had headed to her office, sat at her desk, and opened the emails. Thankfully, for the first few hours, people were in too much shock to really do anything, so there hadn't been any consequences as of yet. However, once nightfall hit, the emails, Twitter bashing, even a few people on Instagram, had all started with the theories and complaints. She saved Instagram and Twitter for last, knowing that the emails from HR were of higher priority. Unfortunately, she had only been able to get through little more than half of the emails before she found she was unable to type any longer.

Looking down, first all she felt was confusion. Then, fear. Within seconds, all that was left of her was a small pile of ashes.

A/N: Please leave a comment, I wanna know what y'all think!