Spider Parker

Peter Parker // Infinity War (pt.4)

*A bit short, not really following the scene much cause I'd cry and be too depressed to finish even though I kinda already am, may give you PTSD, but don't worry, I never end on a sad note and there is one more part!*

"Woah, hey, hey, eyes on me, are you good?" Peter rambled worriedly as he helped me prop myself behind a rock. I removed my hand from my side to show him the giant gash under my rib cage. His eyes glazed over with anger and he went to get up before I grabbed his wrist.

"Please stay," I begged. He looked at me, then the fight scene in front of him, then back to me. He nodded slightly and squatted back down, protecting me from anyone's sight. I smiled a bit, light headed from the loss of blood. Peter gasped and stood, so I looked around the rock. My dad had a knife in him, Thanos holding the other end. I gasped as well, my eyes tearing up.

"Wait!" Strange spoke before handing Thanos the time stone. With that, Thanos grinned and left.

"Why would you do that?!" Dad gasped a little from the pain in his abdomen. I nudged Peter and he helped me up, walking with me to the rest of the group. An eerie silence washed over all of us, and somehow, I knew something bad was about to happen.

"Something's happening!" Mantis cried, as if she heard my thoughts. With that, she disappeared into thin air. Peter and I looked at each other, his grip on me tightening a bit. I looked back as Drax and Quill disappeared too.

"Umm, Dad, what's going on?" I questioned, fearing just about everything.

"It's gonna be okay, Sweetie," he spoke as calm as he could, but I could tell he was as scared as I was. 

Strange was next, "It was the only way," he finally answered and disappeared. I felt Peter's hand shake a bit and go clammy. I looked at him and he looked at me with sorrow and regret in his eyes.

"Peter.." I spoke as if I was telling him not to do it. But I knew it wasn't his choice.

"Uh, Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good," Peter said, stumbling forward. My dad caught him as I stepped forward, ignoring the pain of the now dried wound.

"You're fine, Kid. It-it's just nerves," Dad denied what was happening. So was I. I walked up to Peter, and my dad passed him off to me. Peter just clutched me tighter, his nails digging into my back.

"(Y/n), I don't wanna go. D-Don't let me go, please, we-" his feet began disappearing, making us both fall.

"Don't- Peter, don't leave me, please, we, I.. Peter, I love you, I love you so much," I cried, tears rushing down my cheeks. 

"I love you, too, Sweetheart," Peter mumbled painfully, "Please, I-I don't wanna die. I-I'm sorry."

"I know, it-it's gonna be okay, Pete," I cupped his cheek and kissed him with any energy I had left, which wasn't much, but it was something. Something for us to both remember, wherever he went next. I kissed him until I felt his lips fall from under mine and I knew he was now nothing but dust. 

I slowly, and painfully, opened my eyes, seeing that where Peter's face once was was now gray ashes. My palm that had been holding his face now had grey smeared on my fingertips. My other hand, which had been holding his arm, was full of his ashes as well. I screamed, horrified, and touched my forehead to the ground. I couldn't breathe, my chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself.

I cried as my dad hugged me, pulling me into his chest.

I sobbed as my dad and I sat in silence, on an abandoned planet, where my boyfriend's life was stripped away.

I wept until I couldn't shed anymore tears. 

My eyes were tired and burned. 

My body was numb.

And my heart.. was broken.