********** Infinity War spoilers! **********
His spider senses were going crazy. What was happening to him? What was this feeling? He felt hollow, weak, fragile...he didn't want to die yet...he never got to say goodbye to Aunt May...Aunt May, man she must be so worried about him. He should've stayed on the bus. This was his fault. Mr. Stark shouldn't have brought him along. He should have been left on Earth.
"Mr. Stark, I-I don't feel so good," he stumbled over his words, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at his violently shaking hands. Was he really dying? It hurt, it hurt..so much...he wanted it to stop. He wanted this unbearable pain to stop. He wanted someone to help him, anyone, please...
"You're alright." Tony looked at his ki- intern, keeping that hard professional look on his face, a voice in the back of his mind pleading with him for this kid, this poor kid, to be alive. His eyes were glistening, and it was pretty difficult to hide it. Pete, his- his son, was crumpling right in front of him, and he didn't know what to do.
"I don't- I don't know what's happening," Peter tripped over his feet and into Stark's arms, pressing up against his chest and wrapping his arms desperately around his father-figure's frozen shoulders. He wanted to live. He needed to. For Queens. For his Mom, his Dad, Uncle Ben, Aunt May...
"I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go," his eyes grew wider and wider as he felt his arms slipping out from under Tony's armpits, struggling to stay with him. He was falling away, and he had no idea how to stop his end from coming. He could be at home right now, with Aunt May, eating ice cream on the couch and watching T.V. His heart rate was increasing by dangerous amounts.
"Sir please, please, I don't wanna go..." his voice was getting weaker and weaker. He knew there was nothing he could do. If only he stayed home...this was all his fault.
Your fault
Your fault
Your fault
Your fault
These two words repeated in both males's minds. Tony had wrapped his arms around Peter, as if trying to hold him together. He's never felt so helpless in his life. The others had gone too, and all that was left was the dust swirling silently across the foreign ground. The billionaire knew that this trembling, weak boy in his arms was to become dust too. He stayed silent, unable to form words.
"I don't wanna go..." Peter mumbled, unable to sit up any longer. He gently fell back onto the hard alien ground, Tony falling forward with him in his arms, looking into his eyes with a helpless look. Peter looked back up at him with apologetic eyes that made Tony's barriers break and cold heart snap. This wasn't the teenager's fault. He can't be apologizing to the man who let him keep the suit and come along to fight Thanos. Tony was searching every corner of his brain for a way, a way to save this kid. This kid, who was always so optimistic and happy.
"...I'm sorry," Peter mumbled quietly, turning his head away from Tony as his heart stopped and his eyes lost their light. Tony could only stare in shock as his intern crumbled into dust. This didn't happen. This couldn't have happened. This has to be a dream. He sat, kneeling, in front of a pile of dust that was once Peter Parker, his could-have-been son. He wanted to gag. He felt like he would pass out. Why did this happen?
No one deserved this. No one deserved any of this. Especially Pete...he was too young to die...he had things to do, places to go...
He didn't deserve this...
