When the snap happened, Peter knew what was going to happen.
His spidey senses were warning him of one thing death.
"Mr. Stark?" Peter said, his voice was weak and scared.
"I don't feel so good,"
No, Please no. Not him. Tony thought to himself.
Peter stumbled toward Tony with his arms outstretched, Tony immediately rushes to Peter, "You're alright," Tony assures Peter many times as he's done before.
"I-I don't know what's happening, I don't know," Peter fell into Tony's arms and Tony wrapped his arms tightly around the boy.
Peter held onto Tony and began to cry.
He was just a kid
Tony held him as the boy sobbed, and kept on repeating the same heart wrenching words.
"I don't want to go. I don't want to go, sir. Please, Please I don't want to go. I don't want to go,"
Peter fell to the ground and Tony with him.
Peter's arm was still wrapped tight around Tony's neck. Tony leans in, "Look at me, Kid. I'm calm, You're going to be okay, I'm right here. I'm right here, Just look at me," Tony begged.
Tony grasped Peters shoulder, his eyes locked on him, "I'm sorry," Peter said with a tiny whisper before turning into dust.
Tony slammed his hand through where Peter once was. His hands now full of nothing but ashes.
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
We weren't supposed to lose.
We were supposed to win.
Tony sat there, wondering about all of the things he did wrong. Begging the universe for another chance to save him.
To be there for him.
To protect him.
To love him.
It wasn't supposed to end like this.
I may have sobbed while writing this but I can neither confirm or deny that.
Also my first day of school just ended and I already want it to be summer helpppp
