I've been meaning to write a longer Avengers fic for a while and since Endgame I've been inspired to write this. It'll follow on from the events of Infinity War and show the years between Infinity War and Endgame and then continue with the events of Far From Home and maybe after that as well. I'm not sure at the moment how often I'll be able to update, but I'm on summer holiday soon, so hopefully once a fortnight. I hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think.

Finding Home

Chapter 1

"When I drift off, I will think about you," Peter frowned, peering round to where Mr Stark was sitting, talking to his helmet.

"Drift off?" He asked, not able to help himself from interrupting Tony's recording. "But sir, I thought you said there would be enough oxygen to get us back to earth." Tony sighed, slightly irritated that Peter had been eavesdropping on him. He wished that he had been able to protect him from the truth until the end. He hadn't wanted the kid to be scared so he had lied. In hopes that they may be rescued.

"Sorry kid," Tony stood up, rubbing his eye, sighing. "I wanted to protect you."

"We're not making it back to earth are we?" Peter asked, walking over to his mentor. "Sir?"

"I'm sorry Pete," Tony walked over to him. "I was hoping we'd be rescued... it's not looking likely. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Peter shrugged. "I figured our chances were slim anyway," He told Tony. "I knew the dangers when I got on the ship with your and Dr Strange."

"I should've never let you come with me," Tony put his arm round Peter's back, slightly awkwardly, unsure of what more he could say. They were both going to die and there was nothing he could do to save them. This was exactly what he had been afraid of, being in a situation where they would be die. He wasn't bothered about him dying. He had had a good life. Pete though. He was just a kid. He shouldn't have even been off Earth. If only the kid had stayed on the bus.

"Can I use that?" Peter asked, nodding to the helmet which was still recording. "Once your done. For Aunt May and Ned."

"Use it now," Tony gestured to the helmet. "I'll do my message later."

"You sure sir?" Peter asked.

"Of course kid," Tony nodded, walking away. "I'll give you some space."

"Get the kid," Tony whispered, waving his hand towards where Peter was lying, unconscious, next to Tony. "Steve get him." Steve nodded.

"Natasha get in here," Steve yelled, bending down to lift up Peter and carrying him over his shoulder fireman style. He carried him out as Natasha helped Tony off the ship.

"Is he okay?" Tony asked, anxiously, leaning over Peter's frail body. He fumbled and found Peter's wrist and heaved a sigh of relief as he felt a weak pulse.

"Tony!" Tony turned at the sound of the familiar voice. "Tony thank goodness."

"Pepper," Tony stood up and found her arms around him and his arms around her. Tony sighed with relief again. He knew that there had been a fifty percent chance of her dying. He didn't know what he would've done if she hadn't survived.

"Mr Stark?" Tony turned his head to Peter. They had just returned from defeating Thanos. "Would you mind dropping me off? I ju-"

"It's no problem kid," Tony told him, holding him close. "Do you know if she's..." He trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. He hoped not. Peter had been through enough already, he didn't deserve his aunt also dying. It was a possibility though. A very real one. Peter shook his head, he hadn't wanted to consider the possibility that his aunt was gone. "I'll come with you."

"You don't need t-" Peter began but Tony held his finger up and interrupted him.

"Of course I do kid," Tony told him. "Until I know that you're safe, you're my responsibility."

"Thank you Mr Stark," Peter said as Tony lead him to his car and Tony opened the door for him.

"Traffic might be bad because of..." Tony trailed off, not wanting to mention the snap. "Everything going on, so you better not need the toilet," Tony said. Once he knew Peter was alright he and Pepper were going to be in meetings all day. Everything was chaos at the moment and they needed to decide what to do in the aftermath of everything.

"Hey kid," Tony caught Peter's eye before they got out of the car once they were outside Peter's home in Queens.

"Yes Mr Stark?" Peter asked, undoing his seatbelt.

"If... the worst has happened... you don't need to worry about where you're gonna stay. We'll sort something out. I'm not going to let you go to one of these mass orphanages they're organising."

"I figured if... I'd just live on my own," Peter told him.

"You're a kid," Tony replied, putting his hand round Peter's shoulder comfortingly. "You're not living on your own."

"I'm an avenger though," Peter argued. He didn't want to trouble Mr Stark with finding somewhere for him to stay. "Besides, Aunt May is probably in the apartment worrying about me."

"I hope so kid," Tony sighed, getting out of the car. He watched Peter walk ahead of him anxiously. He really hoped for the kid's sake that his aunt wasn't dead.

"May?" Peter asked nervously, stepping slowly into the apartment, hoping that a familiar voice would reply. "May?" He called again, louder this time. Tony's heart sank as they wondered into the kitchen where a weird smell was coming from.

"What the-" Tony rushed to the steaming oven and switched it off, coughing at the black smoke. He pulled the baking sheet out of the oven with a tea towel from the side and shoved it in the sink before turning the tap on to get it to cool down. Peter stared at the shrivelled up charred mess in the sink, tears welling up in his eyes.

"She must've been... cooking her walnut date loaf when..." Peter trailed off, knowing that his aunt had been part of the half of the planet that had died during the snap.

"I'm sorry kid," Tony stepped towards him, unsure of how to comfort him. He wrapped his arms around the kid and pulled him into the chest as Peter began to sob. "I'm sorry." After a moment, Peter pulled away, wiping back the tears.

"I always knew it was a possibility," He replied, walking out of the kitchen. "I should get some of my stuff if you won't let me stay here." He walked into his bedroom, sighing. He had only been in here with Ned a week ago building Lego together. Everything had changed so much. He wished he could go back. He hadn't known how lucky he had been then. He sat on the edge of the bed, tears falling once more. Tony took a seat next to him, wrapping his arm around the kid, wishing there was something, anything, he could do to comfort him. He knew there was nothing.

"We could always come back another time," Tony suggested, knowing how hard this was on Peter. He didn't know what he would've done if Pepper had been one of the ones to die. "I'm sure we can find clothes for you elsewhere for the short term."

"Natasha," Tony walked into the avengers compound, Peter trailing behind us. "Natasha?"

"What is it?" She asked, opening the door and coming in.

"I set Peter up with a room next to..." He trailed off. He had been going to say Vision, but he like so many others now, was dead. "A while ago. Never changed it. Can you show him where to go and settle him in for me? Pepper and have meetings and we need to get going." Natasha nodded, realising that whoever he had been living with had been killed in the snap.

"This way," She said. She didn't need Tony to tell her who's bedroom he had put Peter next to. It was common knowledge among the avengers that Tony had set up a room next to Vision a while ago and then never let anyone turn it back to the spare bedroom that it had been previously. He had said that the kid might change his mind. She strode back out of the door, gesturing for Peter to follow her.

"I'll try to get back by this evening kid," Tony told him and Peter nodded numbly. He used to think it was really cool to be shown around the avengers compound by the one and only Black Widow but now... he just wanted his aunt back. Natasha was silent as she led him, passing the bedrooms that were now vacant.

"You're not next to anyone," She told him quietly. She didn't say why, but she didn't need to. Peter knew that they were dead. "If there's anything that you want in your room that isn't there, just tell Tony." Peter nodded, unsure of what to say. "Lunch is in an hour." She informed him. "Take the time to get settled in."

"Thanks," He replied. He had gone to space with this woman and the rest of the avengers, he hadn't got the chance to talk to any of them apart from Tony.

"Welcome to the team Peter," Steve said entering the dining area.

"Thanks," Peter murmured, taking a seat. The room was silent as they ate and looking around Peter could tell that there were a lot of empty seats. He could feel the tension in the air. "You know I had to watch videos with you in at school?" He said, looking up at Steve who looked confused.

"I remember those," Steve smirked at the memory. "I sounded like I complete idiot."

"What's this?" Natasha asked with interest.

"I had to film videos to be shown at school for a propaganda drive," Steve explained. "But it was the cheesiest, dumbest thing in existence."

"The detention one was the worst," Peter told him.

"Shouldn't have got detention," Natasha shrugged. For a moment they could almost forget that half the universe was dead. It was just old friends joking around a table.

"I walked out partway through," Peter admitted and Rhodey snorted, remembering his own high school days. There was a pause in the conversation as they all dug into their plates of food. They looked up as the TV flashed on with breaking news.

"The world governments have announced that they are putting death rate at about 55% after the attack from an alien who has been named Thanos. The initial attack wiped out 50% of the population, but the aftermath has killed an estimated 5% more of the population," Steve sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"Could have been worse," Bruce said eventually. Steve picked up the TV remote and flicked the TV off.

"There was reports of looting earlier today so I was planning on going out to see if there was anything I could to help," Steve announced. "A couple of you should stay here in case something happens."