Marvel Imagines ;)

peter parker - the snap

"Did we just lose?"

The words reverberated in the air around you, but nobody answered Starlord's question. It was as though the world itself was holding its breath, waiting. Waiting for...

You felt it almost immediately. A shift.

Peter was helping Tony stand, and you wanted to go to him, but... Something was stopping you.

"Something's happening," Mantis spoke in that soft, knowing way of hers. She was the first to go, crumbling into ash before your very eyes.

"Quill?"

Drax was next, a haunting gasp drawn out of him before he too fell apart.

"What the hell is happening?" You asked no one in particular, panic seeping it's way into your heart. You looked to Tony, who had become something of a father to you over the last year. He shook his head.

"Steady Quill," said Tony, stepping forward as though to help the other Peter, who had already begun to disintegrate.

"Aw, man," were the last words the man spoke.

"Tony..." You all whipped around at the sound of Doctor Strange's voice. Surely he could find a way to fix this. Surely they weren't dead.

"It was the only way."

Then you felt it. A terrible, aching feeling that settled in your bones. Your breathing hitched when you realized what, exactly, was happening to you.

"Peter," you said softly, trying not to scare him. If you were going to die, you at least wanted to be with the man you loved. Peter drew his gaze away from where Doctor Strange had been only moments before. And when he saw your face, his eyes widened.

"No," he breathed. "Not you, too."

"Peter, I-"

You stumbled forward, directly into his arms.

"Y/N, just- just hold on. Mr. Stark, is there something you can do? Anything?" Tony just stood there, looking down at you. But he wasn't really looking at you, it was more like looking through you. Peter gently lay you on the ground.

"Tony." You could feel your soul longing to leave your body. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Tony knelt beside you, pain and guilt written all over his face.

"Not your fault," you breathed, trying to get him to understand before you were gone. It wasn't his fault. It never was. But you knew, deep down, that he would still blame himself.

Tony moved to pick up your hand, but just as he did, it began to disintegrate.

"No!" Peter screamed, covering your body with his own. As though he could keep you from falling apart. As though he could hold you together.

"I love you," you whispered to both of them again and again, until you were nothing but ashes and mist scattered to the winds.