this has both tony and peter's pov mixed in but it's mostly peter up until the end - you'll be able to tell who's mind you're in.

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This is the last chapter to this short story. I'm so glad you're enjoying it and it was a pleasure to write. Thank you!

takes place during infinity war (:

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Here he was, standing with some of the most amazing people in the universe. Where he was standing, he didn't quite know but he knew that it was a once in a lifetime experience. Here he was, fighting along side of Iron Man and a wizard. He picked up a few other teammates during the trip, and they seem pretty...extraterrestrial. The little old friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was all webbed up in saving the world against the most powerful being with the most powerful stones on some planet out in the middle of the galaxy.

And honestly, he loved it.

The adrenaline in his veins with the thought that this could be his last fight ever. He finally got a decent chance to prove how powerful he was to Iron Man. Other than the fact that he didn't listen and stayed on the weird flying hula-hoop in the sky, Mr. Stark should be impressed with him and his new Iron-Spider suit. Not many teenagers can say they've hung out with superheroes. And even less would be able to say they are one, let alone helped save the world. To be honest, Peter thought it was hilarious on his part for doing some of his own personal magic tricks...well, before getting strangled and thrown.

Yet, at first he felt a bit hopeless at hearing what they were up against; if anything went wrong poof! there goes half the universe's population. But then him and the odd bunch of friends were winning. The plan was to work together and make their enemy stationary long enough to get that weird bug lady on his head to distract him. They were seconds - seconds - from slipping that magical stone-filled gauntlet off the big powerful purple jolly-rancher named Thanos. If he just wouldn't have ticked off one of Peter's teammates...

...than they would have won.

Luckily, Peter was busy enough swinging around, grabbing his flying passed-out teammates to see how the end actually played out. He didn't get to witness Thanos win against that strange wizard or stab Mr. Stark, get the Time Stone, and miss shots from the space man - who was also named Peter...Peter Quill? - before walking through a portal, presumably back to Earth to get the final stone.

But he did feel the end.

When the reality of the lost finally slammed on the little group in space, it was too late.

Thanos got exactly what he wanted, what he came for. He was one step closer to his goal: wiping out half the universe. Half the world would be gone. It could be Ned, or MJ, maybe even Aunt May. And it would be Peter's fault because he couldn't stop the stone's from falling into the wrong hands. But he wasn't able to feel guilt. He - and half of the universe - felt something much worse.

Of course, some time has passed since Thanos time portal-ed out of the weird space planet. Peter knew that the rest of the Avenger's - and whoever else was helping back on Earth - would put up one heck of a fight. And trust me, they did. Because Peter stood on that planet, watching Mr. Stark get mad about losing the time stone and talking for plenty of time before the end really hit them.

He watched helplessly as his teammates literally faded from his eyes. All those weird space people, the wizard...and somehow Peter felt like he was next. His gut told him something inevitable was coming.

The world suddenly came out of focus. The floating chunks of the random planet seemed fuzzy. How was he even breathing - he knew for sure this wasn't Earth and it's large, breathable atmosphere. His hands tingled and his body and mind became utterly dizzy all at once. Peter Parker felt like his stomach was turning to mush.

His Iron Spider suit was now too tight. His hands flew and twisted around the empty space, trying to find stability but to no avail. So instead, both the left and right arm flung around his core, clutching his middle before he started to lean forward.

...and he was babbling, repeating ever sentence more than it was necessary. His lips were moving and he didn't quite process what exactly was happening. Although Tony Stark did. And by the look in his eyes...they were heartbreaking. Yes, he was one of the only pair of eyes to look to, but Peter wouldn't have wanted anyone else there with him.

The words finally caught up to him. Peter slowly understood, yet he didn't want to. Oh, if only he stayed on the bus.

"Mr. Stark."

It was like a cry for help, a whimper. Peter was begging. Begging for what exactly? Not to fade away. And Tony had absolutely no idea how to stop it. He wanted to so badly because a kid as special, happy, and selfless as Peter didn't deserve this. Tony's mind was searching for any possible way to fix this mess. He didn't want to see Aunt May broken when the news finally got out. He didn't want the guilt anymore - he wanted Peter alive more than anything.

"Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good."

But Peter continued. And the question of why he could feel it deep in his bones before anyone else even realized what was happening to them scared him. It was almost like he was hand chosen to...to...fade from existence. And he, well, he kind of was.

"Mr. Stark, please."

And of course, Peter would fall to him. Of course, Peter would fall right into Tony's arms and literally beg for help. Tony was Peter's mentor, his idol...you could even say he was the closest thing he had to a father. And Tony did not want to be a repeat of his own dad. So they hugged; Peter's whole arms were wrapped around Tony and he squeezed. Peter tugged at Tony's clothes, trying to find any stable piece. It was like he was slipping out of sanity and needed something to hold him back.

"Please, Mr. Stark, I don't wanna go. Don't let me go."

Peter had no choice but to lean on Tony. He felt his own legs slowly turning to ashes. It was the point where he couldn't hold himself up anymore. Tony realized this and slowly brought the kid to the ground, as he kept begging. Every time Tony's name was spoken, it was like a dagger to the heart. He was trusted and here he was, letting people down again.

Guess it ran in the family?

"I don't want to die."

Peter didn't really know where he was going to, but he didn't want it to happen. He couldn't leave Aunt May alone again, worrying. He did not want to fade away into nothingness. He was at the peak of his life - he was happy. And by the looks of what happened to the others, it wasn't exactly painful...and it wasn't. It felt like something else was happening. He seemed to drift away, like a deep sleep. But would he ever wake up?

"Please, I don't want to go."

Peter sniffled, blinking away the tears. He dug what was left of his body into the ground as if it would make him stay. His right hand was still wrapped around Tony, ruffling up the hair around his neck. Peter's eyes flickered around the world. Man, he never realized how beautiful it must have looked before it was destroyed. The orange atmosphere burned in the distance and those floating chucks were like battle scars. Then, his eyes finally landed on his mentor. Peter thought Tony was going through some pain of his own. Peter didn't want to make him feel like this. Peter himself didn't want to feel this way. Actually, he couldn't feel anything at all.

"I'm sorry," he breathed.

The words were a whisper and he barely heard them himself. But they were there, because Tony Stark clearly heard them. And it was like that dagger in his heart was just twisted.

Peter was sorry. Sorry for disobeying Tony and staying on that hula-hoop in the sky. He was sorry for making Tony feel like his death was because of him. Sorry for trying to save people when he was just some show-toy for the small folks. He was sorry that he was dying and didn't even know how to stop it or why it was happening. He didn't actually know what it was. But he was sorry.

And that was when his vision became fuzzy. The tingle in his bones stopped, because it was when he realized that Peter no longer had bones. He was now drifting off into the nothingness of the planet where it went down - only because he had no idea what happened on Earth.

Peter knew he was warned from his spider senses of the danger. And then his advanced healing tried to help, but it only made him fading away drag out. It just made everything worse.

Worse for Tony, as well. Because he still wished it wasn't real even though he knew the inevitable was still coming. The good guys always win. Tony had always won; he always ended up on top. But...today seemed different. There were millions of thoughts in his head at that moment, but the biggest one was: Was I too hard on him?

Tony was in disbelief. Peter was gone and it was he felt as if it was all his fault.

He dug his hand into the spot where the teen was previously laying. Dust and ashes filled his grip before drifting off into the wind of the long broken orange planet, Titan. He watched the remains fade away into the distance. The sun was low on the horizon.

The blue robot girl said something. Honeslty, Tony had no idea who she was or where she came but he rolled with it. She helped fight but it still wasn't enough. The two of them were the only ones left on the planet. Because Thanos had gotten exactly what he wanted, now half the universe was gone.

A memory filled his head:

"What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? 'Cause that's on you. And if you died, I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my conscience."

"Yes, sir. I..."

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it."

"I understand. I just-I just wanted to be like you."

"And I wanted you to be better."

Tony rocked himself. He sat down and moved back and forth, shock in his veins. His hands were gathered at his mouth and his eyes drifted close. He messed up, god he messed up. How would he get back to Earth? Did he really want to go back, knowing what happened to Peter? Who was going to tell his aunt that he never made it home from the field trip?

Would Pepper still be one of the unlucky souls to still be living?

How in the world was this going to be fixed?