Irondad and Spiderson One Shots

Please don't leave me

A/N- Wrote this and never finished it. Now i have :) have fun.

T.W- Endgame. 

Summary- Endgame, that's it. Goodluck. 

(Peter's P.O.V)

I see the stones shining in the red dusty air. I know what i have to do, to keep my family safe.

I jump up and race toward them, my heart pumps against my chest, most likely for the last time.

My iron spider suit jolts with the impact of the stones connecting to my suit, sending a wave of pain through me. 

"NO" My dad shouts, i see his mask retract and his face fall as he sees me, the stones radiating power; i can feel them destroying me.

This much power shouldn't exist, yet it does.

The breaker and creator of worlds, consuming my every cell, taking over. 

"I'm sorry dad. But i have to" i reply, Thanos turns, face contouring and diving toward me.

"Fuck you" I seethe out, then i click.

Light bursts out around me, pain shooting across my arm, travelling into my chest and into my head.

You can feel the atmosphere shift, like something has changed, something is missing.  

I look down at my arm, the radiation has started to take over, but with my spider healing it fights.

The stones are gone, destroyed in the process, Thanos is gone. Left with the wind, his army following.

Everyone is safe, everyone is back. 

I feel someone lightly bump my chin, carefully lifting my head up; someone saying something.

"Petey, look at me bud. Please" I hear my dad cry out.

I smile weakly at him and whisper "Hey dad", tears fall from his eyes as he pulls me into him.

I can't feel anything as he starts rambling. 

I don't take much notice of everything around me, just spacing in and out of reality.

"Petey please don't leave me" I can hear my dad cry from somewhere above me, I try to reply, try to move.

But it's like my body is too preoccupied trying to fix me that I have no control.

I feel someone pick me up, my limp head falling into a chest, I hear the person cry more.

In my head i frown, why is someone crying.

I can feel a light glow on my face and know who it is.

Dad.

My arm starts to burn uselessly with pain, the scorched and radiated skin destroying every cell it can find, ripping it piece by piece.

The pain is overwhelming, yet peaceful.

I can feel my eyes slip shut and my breath evaporate.

Someo- dad, cries out again, I can only just feel myself being placed onto something soft and a hand on both sides of my face, a voice screaming at me to live.

But I don't think I can.

It just hurts.

So so bad.

I try to suck in another breath, to live for my dad.

But nothing happens, I start fighting it, my spidey healing trying to fix so much damage.