Peter Parker One-Shots.

The Dust of Him in my Hand.

A/n: I'm not going to lie. I'm sitting in a T-shirt and under ware with a ratchet blanket over my legs and a gross coffee filter face mask on. This is how I write. Buckle up bitches it's gonna be a sad ride.
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Peter Parker x Reader x everyone on Titan.

Type: grab your tissues from your purse.

Inspo: crying while watching infinity war before I go see endgame tomorrow. Then this sence came into mind.
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I sighed as Peter wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me close to him. "Are you okay?" He whispered to my ear.

No I wasn't okay; mentally, but physically I was, minus the splitting pain in my head from Thanos launching me at wall, and be going unconscious for a few minutes.

"Y/N, come on wake up we need you" Starlord said slapping my cheek lightly pulling me up straight.

"You okay?" My vision was blurry and I felt like I was being held upside down by my feet, I nodded pain shot right through my head. He pulled me up and flew away.

I hummed in response "are you?" He nodded a pressed a kiss on my head. Then Peter tensed up, I looked up at him worried.

"Something's happening..." Mantis said pulling away from Drax looking around. "Mantis..." I said quietly... Her hand was gone, like dust, and then rest of her. "What the fu-" "Quill" I look at Drax and then he's gone. "Dad, what's happening?" I said, he was looking around in shock.

"Steady Quill" My eyes dart to Quill and then is blown away. "No... No..." I said under my breath pulling away from Peter. "Strange" I looked at him, he was leaning against the rock.

"There was no other way" His breathing was ragged. "Stop no, don't say that shit" Gone. I could feel my body shaking. I quickly whip around to Peter, he's shaking 10x I am. "Y/n... Mr. Stark" He stumbling toward me. "I-I don't feel so good" His voice is breaking.

I can't speak.

I can't breath.

Don't do it.

Don't fucking go into thin air.

"Your okay Peter, just stay still" I said but he trips and grabs on to me, I quickly wrap my arms around. "I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go, baby" He struggling to form words, my legs buckle and I fall onto my knees next to Peter laying on the dirt ground.

"Please please I don't wanna leave you" My dad is next to me. "Mr. Stark I don't that wanna go" I can see him start to dust. "I love you Peter, we'll get you back, I promise" I say quickly. Then he utters out something and he gone. A pile of fucking dust in my hand.

The dust of him in my hand.

"Dad..." We both have tears in our eyes but mine we're already pouring down my face.

"He did it..." I look behind, Nebula is standing still in shock. It's pure silence after that.

The dust of him in my hand.

Me^ currently.