Tony's POV:

Y/n was crying into May. She had lost her husband, the love of her life and the father of her child. My grandchild. And May had lost her nephew and her only family she had left. And guess what? It was all my fault.

Thanos had been in my head for years and just when he came to earth, I had to go after him and mess everything up. Because of me, my wife was dead and so was my son-in-law. I wish I never left that night.

Your POV:

My daughter didn't have a father anymore because of Thanos. The love of my life was dead. Bella started crying. How was I going to tell her how her Daddy died a week into her life? I picked her up and cradle her. "Shhh it's okay princess, Mummy's got you". She stopped crying and opened her eyes. She then gave me a smile. Her first smile and Peter wasn't here. I broke down in tears again. May came behind me and hugged me tightly. "She will always know her Daddy" she whispered. I couldn't believe this had happened.

May's POV:

My nephew, my beautiful nephew had gone. My only family I had left and he was gone. Firstly Ben, now Peter. What else could go wrong? I comforted y/n as best as I could. I had to be strong for her. She had lost her Mum and her Husband. Both to the same man too. Well not man. More of a grape. I looked over at Tony and I could tell he felt guilty. He looked over at me and I gave him a knowing smile. He knew I meant "don't blame yourself". But he didn't believe it. He did blame himself.

Your POV:

I was lonely that night. No one to cuddle. No one to have midnight chats with. But I did have Bella. She was asleep on my chest. I didn't want to let her out of my sight. I didn't want anything to happen to her. She was the only part of Peter left. I couldn't loose her as well. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep but I kept hearing my name. "Y/n". It sounded like Peter's, but it couldn't be. "Y/n" "y/n!".

Suddenly I woke up. I was all disoriented. I looked around and saw that I was in Peter's room and I was sleeping in his bed. The bottom bunk. I turned over and saw Peter lying there, looking at me with a concerned look. "Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep" He asked. I looked at him. "You're alive" I whispered. He frowned. I grabbed his face and touched it. "Oh my god you're alive!" I smiled while pulling him into a hug. He laughed. "Of course I'm alive, why wouldn't I be?". "How about Dad?" I suddenly asked. "He's okay. He rang me just now. He is okay". "And Mum. Is Mum okay?" I asked. He nodded. "Yes, she is fine too. Why are you asking me all this?" He replied. "And we haven't got a baby?". "Y/n. What are you on about?" He asked laughing. "The dream I had". I proceeded to tell him everything. After I finished, I was relieved. Peter was alive, Dad and Mum were okay and all of this was a dream.