Peter Quill Imagines

Ashes

A/N: Quick note, if you haven't seen Infinity War and don't know what happened, i suggest you don't read this chapter! Also I apologize for this part being so short! I'm currently trying to push out all the requests while keeping up with regular posts! I will also have another AN chapter coming out after this so please read!! (rewritten 8/31/24)

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“Something’s happening…” Mantis whispered, her eyes widening in fear as she reached out toward me. I tried to grasp her hand, but she began to dissolve into nothingness.

“Oh God… Mantis…” My voice cracked as I watched her disintegrate, turning to dust and drifting away into the desolate air of Titan. The reality of the situation hit me like a freight train smashing into a car. "He got them all,” I choked out, tears welling up in my eyes. A lone tear slipped down my face as I clung to Peter’s arm. He gently wrapped his arm around my waist, offering what little comfort he could in this moment of utter despair.

“I love you…” Peter murmured softly, his breath warm against my skin. He pressed a kiss to my forehead. Everything happening quickly, barely giving us a chance to speak to register each other's words.

“Quill?” Drax’s voice trembled slightly as he looked at his own fading form. His body was dissolving just like Mantis had moments before. The pain was too much; it was spreading like wildfire, consuming everyone in its path.

“Steady, Quill,” Tony Stark urged, his voice strained as I looked up at him. A solitary tear slid down his cheek, his eyes looking at me before making eye contact with Tony.

“Oh man…” Peter spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, as he too began to vanish before my eyes.

“No, no, no, Peter!” I practically screamed, breathing heavily and quickly. My knees buckled, bringing me down to the ground in seconds. My hand clenched tightly around remainder of what used to be the love of my life. One hand pressed to my face as the other clutched the fading ash, sobs slipping from my throat rapidly. The final words of Strange and Parker faintly registering in my brain, muffled by the loud and chronic ringing in my ears. Their last moments a blur of sorrow and disbelief.

“(Y/N)…” Tony’s voice was softer now, almost a ghostly whisper as he knelt beside me, his presence a fleeting comfort.

“Tony… they’re all gone… my family is all gone,” I sobbed, gripping Tony’s right shoulder with desperate strength. My hand still held onto the last traces of Peter’s ashes, a cruel reminder of the love I had lost. “He was all I had. They were all I had."

Tony’s expression softened with a sadness that mirrored my own. “We have to keep fighting,” he said, his voice being the only thing to keep me grounded at the moment. “Quill wouldn’t want us to give up. We have to keep hope alive, for him, for everyone we’ve lost.”

His words were a fading cry of hope none of us truly held anymore. The world felt as though it was collapsing, and with each passing second, the weight of our loss became more unbearable. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to cling to the memory of my love, my family, before their faces faded from my memory.