This is my take on the Peter snaps instead of Tony trope. Chapter updates may be slow, but I promise they are coming.

This is not a death fic. Peter survives the snap. Lots of hurt/comfort to come.

Happy reading !


The battle wasn't like in the movies. They never showed the fear and desperation all around you. The deafening noise and dust in the air threatening to suffocate you. The way everything funnels into the immediate and the only thing you can do is react to what is right in front of you.

It had been the look on Mr. Starks face that had solidified my fate. The thought honestly hadn't even crossed my mind until then. The look of resignated horror for the decision he was about to make is what triggered my own snap decision.

Mr. Stark was just a man. I'd seen it in that moment. He wouldn't survive this and he knew it. I couldn't let that happen. I was given the power to stop it. And so I did.

The searing pain as the stones moved through the nano tech over my hand was excruciating. The guttural wail if pain that tore up my throat and arched my back was a plea to the heavens for the strength to do what needed to be done. The look of horror and shock on Mr. Starks face hurt worse as I refused to unclamp my hand from around his. He fought to take the stones back. I couldn't let him.

I whispered a quiet "Thank you" to him before giving a harsh kick to his gut, sending him flying back and me to my knees. I turned to see Thanos barreling toward me, my spider senses screaming of danger stronger than I'd ever felt before. I could feel the power coursing through me. Burning. Transforming. Destroying.

I brought my fingers together.

Snap


To be continued