(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

55: The Endgame

"Where did he go?" Quill snapped. He panted, then rounded on Tony.

No one could answer, as Peter stood Tony up.

I grabbed onto Tony's hand.

He squeezed it.

Quill's eyes held a maniacal fire. "Did we just loose?" The fire disappeared.

He looked faint.

"Why would you do that?" Tony asked Strange.

Strange looked at him. "We're in the endgame now."

Peter's face screwed up as though he was about to cry, but I didn't get to find out, as he buried his face into my shoulder.

He shook.

I held onto him, claws digging into the metal plating of his suit.

Quill was right, though, we just lost.

I don't care what Strange said, Thanos couldn't win.

And now Thanos was back on earth.

Wanda and Tasha and Clint and Cap and...and May, were all there.

Thanos couldn't kill them, Peter couldn't lose more.

We all tried to breathe, tried to come up with a plan, or at least talk to Tony.

No one wanted to speak.

So we all stood everyone up. We didn't have much time.

Then Mantis looked at her arm. "Something's happening."

She started to change, turning into dust. Quill's arm dropped. It had been draped around her, and when she disappeared, he stared at the space where she'd been.

I held my breath. "What-"

"Quill?" Road Map asked, and we all turned to look at him.

He, just like Mantis, turned to ash. The ashes flew away in the wind.

My stomach dropped again. They were dying. This was real, this wasn't some alternate reality. They were dying.

I looked at Quill.

Tony did too. "Steady Quill?"

He sounded as though hoping he was.

Quill's expression fell. "Aw man."

He faded away.

I grabbed my stomach with my hands. This couldn't be happening. No no no, not this. He couldn't win.

Thanos won.

The one thing we couldn't let happen, and here it was. Happening.

"Tony."

Tony and I turned to Strange.

"There was no other way," he said, and slowly looked away.

He faded away, ashes blowing on the wind.

"Mr. Stark?"

I coughed out, no. No no no.

We both turned to Peter.

I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be happening. Not Peter, not Peter.

That's all that ran through my head as Peter looked at his hands.

His face was pale. "I don't feel so good."

He choked on the last word, stumbling forward.

Tony looked sick as me. "You're alright."

Peter tripped a bit. "I don't..I don't know what's happening. I don't know-"

He tripped again, and Tony caught him.

I couldn't move.

If I moved, I'd be sick.

Peter frantically gripped onto Tony. "I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go, please! Please! I don't wanna go!" Peter cried.

He gripped Tony's shoulder.

I cried too. I couldn't hold it anymore.

I covered my mouth with my hand and sobbed.

"I don't wanna go," Peter choked again, and fell backward. Tony leaned over him.

In his expression, I knew his whole world was fading.

Peter's legs slowly disappeared as he looked up at Tony. "I'm sorry."

He faded.

He was gone.

Peter. Peter was gone.

I couldn't breathe as Tony looked at his own hand.

I couldn't think. I didn't know how to feel, besides numb and shaky.

Peter was gone.

I don't wanna go.

I don't wanna go.

Please, please.

I don't wanna go.

I'm sorry.