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.

I feel something over my face, and air leaking into my lungs.

I use it as an advantage and try to suck in some air, a sliver of oxygen reaches my lungs.

I know I'm breathing now, just about.

Something hard and trembling presses against my neck.

It stop and lingers there, before another cry from my dad? Is released.

Knowing that there is still a chance for me to live, I let go. And enter the darkness.

(Third person P.O.V)

Tony carried his limp son, crying more and more when his head weakly leans against his chest.

Peter's eyes are barely open, misted over with the death and destruction the stones brought.

He places his child on a bed and cries more when he sees Peter's eyes shut, barely breathing.

Panic floods him as he places a oxygen mask over his mouth praying for a miracle, repeating the words "Breath Peter please".

His trembling fingers push against his sons neck, he waits, dread filling his soul.

Then he feels it, a light heart beat on his fingers.

More tears fall, relieved Peter is fighting.

He glances down at his arm, burt and scorched skin. He takes a deep breath when he sees his healing fighting to fix the damage. There is hope.

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Tony never left his side, the whole way home keeping one hand on his neck, against his pulse and another holding his unharmed hand.

Constantly talking to him, reassuring him he will be okay.

Tony doesn't stop hating himself, hating the fact his son, his 15 year old child sacrificed himself.

It should have been him, he knows that, he'll never stop thinking that.

"Please be okay Petey", Tony whispers to his kid.

(Peter's P.O.V)

Pain.

That's all i feel, my arm aches and burns limply at the side of me.

But i'm alive, or at least, i think i am.

Waking up felt wrong, like i shouldn't of lived, yet i have.

A constant beeping comes from somewhere beside me, i can feel a pressure on my uninjured hand, a tight grip that never seems to waver.

I try to move but whine as pain explodes from my arm, i feel the pressure on my hand increase and a voice, so familiar saying something that I can't quite catch.

Concentrating, i recognize the voice as my dad, saying "Please open your eyes for me bud. I need to know you're okay".

Using all my willpower i crack my eyes open, squinting in the dark to meet the worried and tired eyes of my dad.

A cry escapes his lips and i frown, well sort of.

"s'wr'ng" i slur out, trying to keep myself from falling back into oblivion.

My dad leans down and kisses my forehead, pulling away he says "I thought i had lost you Bambi. Y-you snapped, i thought you were going to d-die", his voice is shaky and fear still laces his words.

It hits me all at once, i remember the pain and fear, my arm.

I can faintly hear the monitor start to speed up, beeping more rapidly, as i look down to my arm.

Bandages wrap around it, covering the entirety of it.

Light hands grab the sides of my face, pulling me back into reality, blurry eyed i look up, seeing my dads teary eyes looking worriedly down at me.

"It's okay Petey, your healing has helped a lot. Doctor Cho came, she used the cradle to help. You still have your arm bubba."

Tears come to my eyes and the realization sets in, i could have died.

I could have lost my arm.

But i would also prefer it to be me then anyone else.

"M'sorry", i mumble tiredly. I feel dads hand back in mine and he squeezes it tightly.

"Don't apologise Bambino. It should have been me, but i am so so proud of you. I don't know what i would of done if i were to of lost you though. Go to sleep bud, i'll be right here when you wake up", dad says, his voice raw with emotion.

"Love you", i say quietly. Just as i am about to fall asleep i hear a distant "I love you to Pete".

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