Marvel Universe Imagines

All I wanted... ~Peter Parker~

Featuring:They/Them Y/N
Love interest (if any): Peter Parker
Warnings: Yelling, insults, crying, death, angst
Summary: Tony gets severely hurt during a mission, and Peter angrily blames it on Y/N, leading to them having a big fight, and Y/N's disappearance.
Word count: 450

Peter and Y/N got into a huge fight. They both loved each other but had no idea how to express it. They were both Avengers, and were on a mission together when Tony got seriously hurt while Y/N was right next to him, and Peter blamed them for it. "Peter, I swear to you! I would've tried saving him if I had known something was coming!" They yell at him, trying to reason with Peter. He was angry to no end. He almost lost the Tony Stark.

Tears were streaming down their faces. "But you didn't Y/N! That's why it's your fault!" He raises his voice. "I just can't believe you. You do realize how important he is to me right?" Y/N hangs their head. "You just think you're so perfect. You get everything handed to you on a silver platter. You're spoiled, selfish, and you have everything so easy!" They look up. "Peter..." He lowers his voice back down to a normal volume. "Why don't you just go buy a pony with your daddy's money huh? I'm sure that'll make you happy."

Y/N storms out, tears flowing down their cheeks. Peter instantly regretted everything he said. He didn't mean any of it, he was just really upset that Tony was hurt. No one on the Avengers heard from Y/N after that, until two years later with Thanos. Everyone was down and injured,  so Y/N stepped onto the battlefield. They fought and fought and fought. Eventually they put on Tony's gauntlet and snuck the stones into it, snapping their fingers. Thanos and his army were dusted away, and Y/N's body couldn't take all the power. They slunk to the ground, leaning on a pile of rubble.

Energy was coursing through their veins, and parts of their body were charred and burned. Peter runs to them. He gently cups Y/N's head in his hands and says softly, "Please don't die on me Y/N... please don't." They look him in the eyes. They say to him weakly, "You told me to buy a pony-" their breathing becomes labored. "B-but all I wanted was y-you..." their eyes slowly shut, and Peter cries for help. "No. N-no! NO! Y/N! Please! You can't go like this!! Someone help!" He begins to cry. He lost the one he loved, and it was all his fault.