IronDad and SpiderSon One-Shots

Reversal of Roles

Description: What if Tony got dusted on Titan?

A/N: I got the inspo by someone else who did it. What? I wanted to do it too but with my spin. There will be a lot of time skips.

Words: 4315 (umm... it's quite lengthy for me)

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Peter could tell something else was going to happen the second everyone started to disappear around him.

"Peter?"

Peter's head whipped to look dead into the eyes of his father who was looking down at his hand which was starting to crumble.

"DAD!"

Peter scrambled to grab onto his father to try and put him back together. Tony however knew what was about to happen. The man grabbed Peter's face just as his hands blew away.

"I love you" Tony had said before placing a small kiss on Peter's forehead before completely disappearing.

Gone with the wind.

A pained look crossed over Peter's face fully expecting himself to disappear as well.

But it never happened.

"Let's get you out of here" Nebula mumbled kneeling down next to Peter who was frozen.

"Yeah okay" Peter replied numbly allowing the blue robot lady to lead him towards the ship.

Many days past for Peter and all his body did was deteriorate due to his metabolism. Peter's hand held on tightly to the arc that didn't disappear with his dad. His mind slowly became foggy and everything was hard to process.

"Hey papa. I don't know if you'll ever get this message. It's been twenty-one days since we lost power. Food already ran out. Air runs out tomorrow. Hopefully I won't be awake when I.... pass on. I know I sound hopeless, but I can't help it. My body really is working against me in this situation...... I lost dad. He left in my arms. Now I'm afraid that I'll never see your face again so maybe if you recover my body you'll see this message. Hopefully this will be good enough of a goodbye. I have a lot to say to you but I don't know how to say it. At least I'm not alone. With a guardian. Names Nebula. Definitely the reason I'm still sane. Papa, I love you. Do me one favour. One is all I ask. Don't give up hope. Try and bring everyone back if you can. Do it for me. Y'know, part of the journey is the end. Oh... thank Pepper for carrying my sibling. I never actually thanked her. Should definitely let her pick the name. Peter, signing off for the last time"

Peter clicked off the helmets power before wiping away a tear that has made its way down his dirty face.

He laid down on the ground, pulling a jacket over him as a means of warmth. His arms, way too skinny, being used as his pillow. He held the arc close to him finally falling asleep. For what he expected to be the last time.

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"Peter, signing off for the last time"

Steve had fallen to his knees halfway through the transmission. The sound of his sons voice giving him hope. But all that left hearing the situation.

The second the message came through, Steve had sent Carol to the strange coordinates. The woman had quickly taken off seeing the pure desperation on the fathers face.

"Not him too.." Steve muttered fo himself before looking at Pepper who was kneeling down next to him with a small smile on her face.

"All we can do is hope that Carol won't be too late" Pepper said rubbing Steve's shoulder.