What if Tony was the one dusted instead of Peter?
Peter was walking toward his mentor, brows furrowed as his gaze drifted over their new allies. The Guardians, as they called themselves, were all talking quietly, and Mr. Stark was bickering with Doctor Strange.
Quietly, he helped the man up. Tony nodded thankfully, frowning. Suddenly, Mantis, the alien lady, looked around in confusion. "Something. . . is. . . happening. . ." She said, only to disintegrate into dust.
Peter's mouth fell open in badly concealed horror. "Quill?" The other alien dude, Drax spoke, only to turn to ash. Peter was blinking in shock. What was happening?
"Steady Quill." Mr. Stark said, sounding panicked. Peter's gaze shot to his mentor, then back to Quill.
"Aw man. . ." He disappeared.
"Tony, there was no other way." Doctor Strange said, before he too turned to dust.
Peter's spider senses suddenly flared painfully, and his eyes shot to his hands, where he expected to be turning to dust. He wasn't. With absolute terror, he looked to his mentor, whose eyes were wide.
"Mr. Stark?" His voice broke.
The billionaire stumbled forward, no feet left to hold him up. Peter cried out, lowering the man to the ground as his vision blurred with tears. "Mr. Stark it's gonna be okay." He choked out.
"Tell Pep I love her, okay?" Mr. Stark said, face contorted in devastation.
"N-no, no, you can tell her yourself. You'll be fine." Peter sobbed, tears dripping down his face.
"I'm so. . ." He was gone.
Peter fell back, fists clenched with his father-figure's remains in his palms. "Oh my god. Oh my god." He breathed, heart tightening painfully.
He had that feeling in the pit of his stomach, that one you got when something absolutely shocking and terrible happened. He didn't know what to do. The blue lady looked to him, a sad frown on her face.
He stood on shaky legs, breaths stuttering and cracking, and slowly opened his hands. What was left of Mr. Stark floated away. He was really and truly gone.
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He and Nebula, the blue lady, fixed up the Guardians' ship and started for Earth. He taught her silly games. They worked. He didn't cry, couldn't. He felt. . . empty.
How was he supposed to tell Miss Potts that Mr. Stark was dead? He didn't know if he could.
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Peter was a little relieved that he was dying. The air would run out the next day, and it felt fitting that he died in space, just like Mr. Stark, like Tony. Peter let out a shuddering breath, closing his eyes.
The man had always wanted him to call him by his name. Tony. He fell unconscious, guilty to feel relieved that he didn't have to tell Miss Potts, relieved he didn't have to watch her break down.
He woke up sitting in a chair with a glowing woman on the other side of the glass.
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Peter breathed weakly as the ship shuddered, landing in front of the compound. Nebula came over and helped him to stand, leading him outside. He was met with what was left of the Avengers coming to greet him.
Steve helped hold his weight, frowning. Peter broke when Miss Potts ran up. "I lost Tony. I'm sorry." His voice broke on the last word and Miss Potts' face crumpled.
She pulled the teen into her chest and cried.
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Aunt May was gone.
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irondad & spiderson oneshots
Fanfictioni was going to go through and edit all of this but actually i have decided i don't want to so just try and pretend it doesn't look like it was written by a 12yo (it was)
