What if Peter was the one to wield the Infinity stones and reverse the snap? SPOILERS FOR ENDGAME!

Dust.

Destruction.

Was all Peter could see. Everywhere he saw, was just another attempt to stop Thanos. All he remembered was being dusted, pleading not to die, that childlike innocence.

I don't want to die, please sir, I don't wanna go.

Then, Doctor Strange had told him that they were going to escape the soul realm, and prepare for battle. Peter wasn't able to focus, all he knew...is that he was going home. Questions was able to swarm around his head as he thought how long he was dead.

A month?

A year?

Maybe a week!?

Whatever how long it was, he wasn't able to contain his relief of seeing his family again. Peter's family was small, broken down and bared mental scars, but he couldn't compare the excitement, the nervousness of finally being able to see them.

Luckily, one more person decided to join his little family.

Mister Stark.

Sure, the billionaire and philanthropist wasn't exactly his dad. He was his mentor, but in reality, none of them could admit that they were so much more than just mentor and protege.

Peter was just sad that he wasn't the first to admit.

He was Spiderman! He could do anything, but that.

Doctor Strange informed him; All of the them, that this was their fight of their lives. One mistake could lead them into vanishing, and the other could bring them back. As Peter was putting on his mask, he made a decision.

Whatever it takes.

Ashes. Smoke. Ships.

Peter and the others followed after Strange.

When he was the next one to enter the real world, he leaped through, his spider webs clinging on to a object as he flew pass other comrades that were stationed in a defensive position.

He swiftly took off his mask, a choking noise rising in his throat. Everything was red, and everything looked in shambles beyond repair. Peter looked to his right and saw Black Panther's sister and countless armies that were ready to die for this event.

When he turned to his left, he saw the Fallen Avengers. Scarlet Witch. Falcon. Bucky. There were other people that he met along his journey to Titan as well who were here. Mantis, StarLord, Drax and Doctor Strange.

All of them to which he never had time to actually have a proper conversation, but they seemed nice.

Overhead, he saw Thanos in the middle of the war zone, dirty and ragged. Behind him was his bountiful army, but it wasn't compared to the army that joined forces together against his army. Because there was one thing Thanos didn't have.

The infinity Stones.

And he knew that everyone, including him, was prepared to make any sacrifices to get everyone's families back.

His eyes averted to a small figure standing a few feet away from the army. The figure had mud all over his face, his helmet about to break, but when Peter saw the half broken shield, he instantly knew who he was.

Captain America.

"Avengers!" Captain America yelled, and then narrowed his eyes towards the purple ass grape. "Assemble."

To Peter, he heard it due to his enhanced hearing, but he was surprised that everyone else was able to hear as well, considering the back round noises made it impossible for anyone hear.

But they heard.

And they answered.

Yells and shrieks of Wakandian emitted through the air, shouts from the fallen joined the noise of determination, and all Peter could do was put his mask on and join the battle.

He fought. Hard.

The pain was all in this battle. The hope was still here! He web slung over the monsters and enemies, strapping them to their will and watch as others dismantle them to pieces. He wasn't one to kill, but if he has to do it to save a life.

Peter would.

While he was web slinging, he caught a glimpse of-

"Mister Stark," Peter whispered, his mind suddenly spewed of many apologies and explanations. Did he feel the guilt? Yes. Did he think it was his fault? Probably. He needed someone to confirm. Needed to apologize for failing his mentor.

With his chance, he let go and landed right in front of Ironman.

The man turned around, his eyes widening at the sight and Peter's stomach churned. The teenager hastily took off his mask. "Mister Stark, I-i don't know what happened, -I remember being dusted, and-and then waking up to Doctor Strange saying to get ready, and then-then orange sparks went everywhere! And-"

He was cut off with a huge, metal weight on his chest. Arms wrapping around his slim body and head on his shoulder.

"O-oh," Peter said, shocked as he wrapped his arms around Mister Stark. He held on tight and so did Mister Stark. "T-this feels nice," he whispered, smiling for what felt like years.

Eventually, they had to let go, much to Peter's dismay. They met eyes and Tony was smiling at him. His eyes spoke words that Tony wasn't able to say to the kid. And that was enough for Peter to keep fighting.

They both separated and Peter kept on fighting.

He got close to Doctor Strange and he looked at him, mask hiding his fear and hope. "Is this the timeline we win?" Peter asked hopefully. Doctor Strange could only purse his lips. "If I told you, we won't be able win the timeline," he said softly.

Peter nodded thoughtfully. "Fair enough."

His spider senses took off as he saw the Infinity gauntlet in the hands of Black Panther and Thanos was close to it. It was too close for anyone's comfort in all honesty.

Mind whirring at any ideas to help Black Panther, he shot his web fluids on flying boulder and held on before getting close proximity and yelling, "Give it to me!"

Black Panther obliged quickly and threw at him. Peter caught a hold of it, using one arm to wrap the huge gauntlet to his chest and the other to swing back to safety. His webs was cut, yelping in surprise as he flung across the battle zone.

Fortunately, A white horse with wings caught him with a rider beside him. He gasped in awe. "Woah, n-nice to meet you, I'm-I'm Peter, Uh-er, Spiderman actually, what's your name?" The Valkyrie just rolled her eyes, but a smirk graced her lips as she guided the horse with precision.

Unfortunately, one of Thanos' missiles shot right beside them, and the horse jerked to hard, making him slide off completely and onto the ground. He moaned in pain, but got up.

He fell to the ground again by a reptile of some sorts, causing him to struggle. The creatures other buddies decided to join in, making him immobilized . The reptiles scratched at his armor and mask as he shielded the gauntlet with his arms. More and more came on top of him, tearing him and banging his head on the hard ground.

With no lines of defense and other people attacking Thanos' army, he activated something he never thought he would need.

"Karen, activate instant kill!" Peter shouted.

"On it," Karen's robotic, but feminine voice entered his mask. Suddenly, 6 metal limbs that resembled of spider legs popped out and started stabbing the reptiles. His eyes turned a dark shade of crimson red.

Without doing anything, his suit annihilated most of the slimy creatures.

But it still wasn't enough as others tried to wield the gauntlet for Thanos. So he ran. Peter used his web slingers to make it easier sometimes and then ran on foot.

He was almost there.

Almost there-

Peter shouted when a missile pounded to the ground as it exploded, getting him to fly into the air. He lost contact of the infinity gauntlet for a moment before grasping it in mid air and curling around it, preparing for a hard landing.

Closing his eyes, he prepared the worst, but he felt gentle hands hoisting him up from his underarms and guided into a safe zone. Peter opened his eyes and blinked for a moment before looking up and seeing Pepper in her Iron suit.

"I got you kid," she said, placing him softly on the ground. Peter briskly took off his mask, inhaling and exhaling loudly as he tried to catch his breath. His nose was bloody and eyes were swollen with bruises, along with minor cuts that marred his baby skin.

"I'm-I'm good," he said breathlessly.

Women from around surrounded the boy as he let go of the gauntlet and grasped a nearby object, supporting himself and keeping his breaths steady. He was tired...so tired. He closed his eyes for just a second. Or so he thought.

Peter woke up to a dead, but eerie silence. Its as if the snap happened all over again. Did they fail?

Limbs protested in response as he sat up and watch as his fellow comrades were still battling from afar. How did he get so far? Then he realized he was in the middle of a showdown...

In that showdown was Captain America, Thor, Captain Marvel and Ironman. Doctor Strange was close by, but he was busy fighting others. Peter looked up blearily and saw Mister Stark fly and skid across the ground.

"Mister Stark!" Peter yelled, quickly running up to him and placing a hand on the shoulder. Tony snapped his head to the boy and his eyes screamed something. Desperation? Fear?

"Get out, kid!" Tony yelled.

"No, Mister Stark! Please!" Peter pleaded.

Tony shook his head. "Strange! Get Peter out of here!"

Orange swirls appeared at his feet, suddenly opening wide and engulfing Peter into it. He screamed as he went through the portal and landed right beside Doctor Strange. Oddly enough, Doctor Strange wasn't that far, and the doctor didn't seem to mention it.

Peter couldn't do anything as he watched Captain America, Thor, Ironman and Captain Marvel fight against Thanos as they tried to slide the gauntlet off of the Titan's hand. Since when did Thanos get the gauntlet?! He had to do something!

Just when he thought of a plan, the whole group fell in parts and Thanos was gaining strength from the stones.

Peter looked over to Doctor Strange, who was shockingly staring right at him. Strange pointed up and then nodded. Peter cocked his head in confusion, but it dawned on him as he realized Strange's hand motions.

This was the timeline that they win. And they needed to win.

With a firm nod of his head, he ran out swiftly and prepared his whole strength to get that gauntlet back. Tony watched with fright as he watched his kid go straight toward the Titan.

"Peter!"

Thanos had nothing prepared for him as Peter kicked him on the shin and punched his head. With Thanos distracted, he reached his arms to grab the stones and he was almost there.

Almost...There!

A powerful punch made him skid on the rocky ground as he choked on his saliva. He watched at Thanos grin maliciously at him.

"I told you that I was inevitable," Thanos said darkly and a loud snap echoed the battle ground.

Peter had his eyes clenched when it snapped, but as he opened his brown doe eyes, nothing happened. Thanos' was waiting for many ashes to fly around him, but nothing happened as he stared at the gauntlet, waiting for something to happen.

Then, his eyes widened at the sight. No stones were on the gauntlet.

Thanos whipped his head towards the boy. Peter smiled and looked down at the stones that were in the palm of his hands. He looked over to Mister Stark, who had eyes solely on him.

Tony didn't know whether he should be shouting in joy, or crying, because Peter was the only last chance to reverse the snap. And it seemed that Peter knew that too.

Peter didn't have a gauntlet or a metal glove to hold the stones, but what he did was smack it onto the back of his hand, allowing the stones to seep into the seams of his suit, praying that it worked.

Peter got his answer when he screamed in agony, feeling an overwhelming power burn through his hand and course through his body. The stones colors glowed before him as he held onto his arm and cry out when he felt it.

Peter's whole body shook as the pain finally reached its peak. It was time. He looked at Thanos with a small victory smile as he prepared his own perfect snap to rid of the Titan once and for all.

"How?!" Thanos shouted with menace pouring through his rough voice.

Peter grinned and with his willpower, he looked at his mentor. Tony watched with horror as he saw his kid look back at him, who smiled despite his last moments. Tony couldn't return any emotion but panic as Peter then locked his gaze to the Titan.

"Because, I am Spiderman," Peter announced, and snapped his fingers once and for the last time.

Light blinded all of the Armies as they just witnessed a snap.

As if a weight has been lifted, The fallen Avengers and formal Avengers watched as Thanos' army suddenly turned to ash, along with their ships, creatures and his followers. Though, it wasn't over yet.

Spiderman was no where to be seen as the Avengers and their comrades watch Thanos sit down with a mournful expression and turning to ash from head to toe.

They did it...

They finally did it.

Steve smiled as looked around the place. Sure, it was still in debris, but Thanos was gone. It would take awhile of getting used too, but it good. Everything was good-

A thought came to mind as Steve looked around to who snapped with the stones. He expected for Thor or Captain Marvel to, but they weren't injured or anything. He was only out for a few moments at the least.

Loud metal footsteps caught his attention, knowing it was Tony's.

Craning his pained neck towards the movement, he saw Tony crouching down in front of what looked like a-

No...

There was Spiderman, leaning against a fallen boulder, head hung low with burn marks marring the side of his body. The side where Peter's hand snapped...

For whatever reason, Steve knew that this Spiderman was no older than 20. And that was the tragedy of paying a price on such a youthful person. Deep inside though, he also knew that Spiderman was willing to do anything...even if it meant sacrificing himself.

After the snap occurred, Tony hurdled through the broken debris in favor of the kid that was lying there half unconscious. He wanted to hug the kid again;tell him that everything was alright.

That he was going to be alright.

"Pete, Peter, h-hey, kiddo," Tony whispered to Peter as he knelt in front of the kid. Tony's suit vanished, leaving him in ripped and sooty clothes. His face had a gash across his eyebrow and no doubt that Tony had other injuries as well.

Peter was barely coherent as he made a small whimper. Tony's mind whirled at what could help him;to ease his pain. But as he threw out idea after idea, nothing came and watched at Peter look up with small grin gracing his lips.

"We did it," the kid choked out, blood spitting everywhere.

Despite this situation, Tony smiled and cupped the kid's bruised cheek. "Yeah, kid. We won," he responded softly. "You-you did good, kid." Tears threatened to spill as he watched Peter give the smallest of smiles and then go into shock. His eyes were wide and it stayed wide.

Peter was still able to hear the sounds of Mister Stark, but time was running short.

Pepper made her way over and she gasped with dread. She crouched and ordered her suit to scan the kid, but the results remained negative. A hand was placed over Tony's shoulder and he peered over to see who it was.

Rhodey.

Many other came and surrounded him and the kid with sorrowful expressions. God, they didn't even know anything about this kid. Nothing. He went through loosing his parents, being bullied all the way to high school, being a superhero and this is how it ended for Peter Parker?

No. Half of Tony's mind told him that his kid was strong, and the other half was waiting for the death.

Tony tried to shake the thoughts away as he turned his head to the teen. His protege. His kid. The son he never had. The big brother Peter should have been.

"L-listen to me, kid," Tony whispered, guiding Peter's head to look straight at him. He saw Peter gulp. "Hey, Mister Stark," Peter said, voice barely a whisper.

Tony wanted to say it, wanted to put so many words and adventures on how he felt about the kid. But this was his final moments, and he was gonna use this time wisely. The man allowed tears to run freely down his face as he brushed his hands over Peter's bangs.

He felt a hand grasp slightly on his other hand and saw that Peter was using all his strength to give him reassurance.

"I...I love you, kid," Tony finally said, a sob tearing his throat in the middle of the small sentence. He hiccuped and placed his forehead against Peter's burning skin. "Always..."

Peter gurgled out words that he couldn't understand, but Tony knew better than to think otherwise. He shushed Peter. "Its okay, Pete...you can rest now..."

Peter blinked tiredly, giving Tony one last squeeze and a very small quirk of his lips, before going very still. The grasp he had been holding on to Tony went still, as it slipped out of Tony's hand.

But Tony's hand never faltered.

Tony closed his eyelids shut, giving a shaky breath as he prayed to God that all of this was a dream...all of this was nothing. That he had Peter and Morgan. That he had all of his children back...

There were small sobs from Pepper as she leaned against him, a hand over her mouth as tears ran down her cheek. Tony wanted to reassure her that Peter was okay...it was just a nightmare...

But denial can only take you so far...

He slowly opened his eyes, expecting to see a bright, cheery Peter looking at him with joy. Unfortunately...none of that came. All he saw was vacant eyes staring right at him. No chest rising or heaving. And definitely no grasp to see that his kid was alive.

For everyone knew...Spiderman was dead.

But for Tony?

Peter-his kid- was dead.

And he allowed his grief to overwhelm his body.

A small Funeral was held at Tony's and Pepper's cabin. They watched as May placed a small bouquet over a body of water, carrying the flowers away from the grieving people .Her eyes showed grief and tiredness, and though she held onto her own weight, May knew that she wasn't alone in this.

The Avengers, May and the Stark family sat in the family room, mourning for Peter and Nat as well.

They watched small clips of Peter making funny jokes or imitating his childhood superheroes, watching him fight small crimes and also getting churros from a nice old lady. All of them let out shaky laughs, though their throats were raw from crying.

Tony held onto his daughter, Morgan, as he watched the last clip from Peter Parker.

"Hey, Mister Stark! Guess what you gave me?!" Peter asked. The camera whirred over to Tony Stark who had his arms crossed with a newfound smirk on his face. "Some paper?"

"No!" Peter exclaimed. "Its my Internship award!"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I signed it."

"Oh! We need a picture!" Peter cried out.

Tony looked at him for a few moments before sighing. "Fine! Fine, but this one time," he declared.

"Yes! May, can you take a picture of us?" He asked his Aunt. There was an inaudible woman sound, but it made Peter giggle and the camera shuffled a bit. Peter hopped right next to Tony with his Internship award and Tony posed for his picture.

Trying to be funny, Peter held up two bunny ears and gave a wide smile.

"Oh, nuh-uh, if you're doing the bunny ears," Tony said, putting his own two finger up on Peter's head, "then I am too."

Though, Peter didn't seem fazed about it. Instead, he went with the flow and allowed May to take the picture, followed by a feminine laugh. "That's a keeper!"

Tears filled Tony's eyes as he wiped the liquid with his thumb and pointer finger. God, he missed Peter. Tony felt small hands on his face and he removed his hand away from his eyes as he saw his precious daughter staring up at him with innocent eyes.

"Don't worry, daddy, Spiderman saved us all," Morgan said with a smile.

Tony choked a laugh out and he nodded, grabbing a hold of Morgan's little hand and bringing it up to his cheek. "Yeah, honey, he did."

"Was he your friend?" She asked.

A small breeze brushed past his neck and he felt instant calm wash over him. Whether it was Peter or the wind talking to him, he knew that Peter was with them. He gave a watery smile and planted a kiss on his daughter's head.

"More than a friend, sweety," Tony answered quietly.

A friend.

A son.

And a brother...

I'm so sorry.

Please review and let me know! Might re-edit stuff :)

[5 more chapters will be added later on. This deals with how Tony goes through the stages of griefs]

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