Peter Parker/ Avengers Oneshots

Infinity

He relaxed his head against the pile of wreckage, his vision growing incredibly blurry. He could still feel Pepper's hand on his, whispering to him. "It's okay, Tony," she told him. "You can rest now."

And so he did. He fell limp, letting himself slide into darkness.

When he woke up, he was in an unfamiliar place. A room, but it wasn't a room. It seemed to extend infinitely in all directions. It was white, with grey shadows dancing on the floor. Shadows of things that weren't there. He shook his head. When he looked down, he realized he was wearing all black, black jeans, a black shirt, and even black shoes. Looking around, he scanned for anything that might tell him which way to go.

Then, in the distance, he saw an indistinct face with dark red hair.

He walked quickly towards it, and, as he got closer, he could make out its features. A slim, pointed nose. Full, pink lips. Messy red hair braided down one side.

"Nat?"

She turned towards him, her face lighting up at the sight of him. "Tony?"

"Oh my God." He ran towards her, wrapping her in a hug. "It's so good to see you again."

She smiled at him. "You too."

She was wearing the same outfit he was, but she looked a little less confused.

"Where are we?" Tony asked.

Natasha shrugged. "Wherever you want to be." She took his hand, and, suddenly, they were back in the Avengers tower. A fully restored version, at least. Safe from bombs or alien ships.

Tony looked around in awe. "How did we get here?"

"I just thought about it."

He picked up a paper from the table. It had notes on it, dating back a few years. He put the paper down as Natasha grabbed his shoulder.

"Look," she said, smiling wistfully and pointing to the door of the room. A man walked in, wearing glasses and looking like he hadn't slept in a week. He was followed by a taller, muscular man with short blond hair and striking blue eyes.

"Is it ready yet, Bruce?" The tall man asked the other.

"Not quite yet. But, if this thing works, it could save millions."

The other man smiled. "I sure hope so. Try and hurry, okay?"

"Sure thing, captain." Bruce saluted at him, before sitting down at the desk in the room.

"He can't see us." Nat said this softly, and Tony knew. She missed him. She missed everyone.

He took her hand, and suddenly they were somewhere else. In a classroom. There were quite a few kids in that room, but Tony was only focusing on one. A small boy, with a mop of brown hair, brown eyes, and a Midtown Tech hoodie, conversing with a larger, Asian kid. Natasha smiled. "You know, I always loved that kid."

Tony nodded, his eyes beginning to water, and he walked closer to the boy.

"So, Peter," said the bigger one. "When was the last time you talked to Ironman?"

Peter smiled. "Just a little while ago. I think he really likes me. I mean, I hope he does. He's like the coolest person there is. Right, Ned?"

Ned smiled, nodding. "Yeah, he really is."

Tony sat in an empty desk next to Peter, watching him. Then, he put his head in his hands, letting the tears fall.

Natasha rubbed his back. "It's okay. You saved him, Tony. You saved everyone."

Tony nodded, rubbing his eyes. "So, um, what happens now?"

Natasha looked off into the distance. "I'm not sure, either. We can go wherever we want, and do whatever we want. Or we can split up, and we might never see each other again."

"Let's not do that. Is there anyone else we can look for?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows at him. "Who did you have in mind."

Tony shrugged. "My father, maybe. I mean, might as well."

Natasha took his hand. "We can do that. It might take a while."

"I'm ready."

And he knew he was. But he also wasn't ready to leave. Gently, he placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. "I love you, kid."

For a split second, he looked up. Almost as if he could feel Tony's presence there. But, after that split second, the feeling was gone.

Natasha looked at him, her hand still in his. "It's gonna be okay, Tony."

He nodded, looking at Peter sadly, and thinking about everyone else in his life he left. His wife. His daughter. His friends. But that would all come to pass. He knew that. And, one day, they would reunite again.

One day.

He squeezed her hand, looking up at her. "Yeah," he said. "It is."