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TRIGGER WARNING:
small panic attack at the end

                  *TONY'S POV*

Myself and the small team I had tried getting our energy back. We just sat for a moment, the silence drowning us. Normally, silence was something I enjoyed but at the moment, it only increased my anxieties. We lost. Thanos ripped more than half of my suit apart and my helmet was smashed to pieces. Months of hard work thrown out this window. Then again, when did I ever care when my suits were destroyed?

The wound Thanos had created in my abdomen throbbed. It felt like my heart was beating through it. I couldn't believe it. This ugly purple grape took my own invention and injured me with it. To top it off, it was killing me.

Luck seemed to finally be on my side when I realised I had spray installed in my suit for these kind of emergencies. It didn't even dim the pain though. The wound stung when the cold substance came in contact with it.

'Goddammit Quill!' I thought. 'We would've gotten the gauntlet off of Thanos if he just remained calm! We were so close. For all I care, he could have gotten killed trying to blast the damn titan but it would have been great if he just waited until after we finished what we started!'

I ran an exasperated hand through my hair, which was dusted with the orange sand.

'Peter had almost gotten the gauntlet off when we were getting Quill off of Thanos. He was so close.'

"Mr. Stark are you ok?" His eyes were wide and anxiety filled as they darted from the wound and back to myself. "Yeah. Yeah I'm fine kid. Are yo-?"

"Something's happening." Everyone turned to Mantis with questioning eyes. The air was thick. Her eyes screamed that she was terrified. Right before I could ask what she was talking about, her body disassembled into molecules to be blown away with the wind.

Then the same thing happened to Drax.

But wait- Quill was still here. Uhh- fuck- I take it back! I don't mind him being alive. "Steady quill," I muttered. He looked at me with sad eyes as he turned to dust as well saying, "Oh man..."

Everyone's disappearing! This means Thanos got the last of the infinity stones. He won. Oh god he- "Tony." I turn around to see Strange. That bastard! Why would he give away the stone?! It's one life for billions! Why waste that? I should be dead!

His expression was all I needed to know what would come next. No. No, no, no! 'I didn't really like him but he doesn't deserve this!'

"There was no other way." He croaked. Within seconds, he was gone too.

"M-Mr Stark?" My heart sank. Oh god-please no. I turned around slowly to see a distressed Peter.

Please... anyone but him.

"I don't feel so good..." Nothing but the hum of the wind could be heard as he stumbled towards me. "You're alright." I said. Weather it was more of me trying to reassure myself, or him, I'd never know.

"I don't- I don't know what's happening. I don't get it-get it!" He collapsed into my arms, terrified. Hell, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified as well.

He held onto me as if his life depended on it- which... maybe it did. I couldn't form words. I knew I would hate myself for it later, but I couldn't. 'I can't! I can't loose him too! Half of the population is gone and now, i'm loosing Peter.'

I was snapped out of my thoughts as a heart-wrenching sob escaped his lips. "I don't want to go. I don't want to go. Sir please, please I don't want to go, I don't want to go!" He was becoming heavier in my grasp. 'Was he feeling pain because of his spider senses?' I thought desperately. 'He could feel danger before it hit. Oh god, please tell me he's not in pain.' My heart was racing as I set him down as lightly as possible, cradling his head.

Peter gazed up at me, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry...Mr. Stark."

Watching each particle ripped away from his body was complete agony. I could feel bile rising up my throat looking at it. Within seconds, he blew away in the wind.

A part of me wanted to grab each little piece and put it back together- like a puzzle. Could I do that? Would it bring him back? Oh god, come back, please.

With my mind on auto pilot, I covered my mouth as tears pooled in my wide eyes. I couldn't believe this. Peter's gone. Please...please be a nightmare. An awful, unimaginable, nightmare. My mind raced as tears stung my eyes, threatening to fall. My chest burned with anxiety. 'Why did he say he was sorr-'

Realisation hit me like a ton of bricks.

*Flashback (from homecoming)*

"If you died, I feel like that's on me. I don't need that on my continence." I said. Anger boiled inside of me. I wouldn't be surprised if someone could see the steam coming out of my damn ears. This kid didn't listen. He thought I didn't care- well here I am! He thought wrong. I was the only one that cared. "Yes sir, i'm sorry-" "Sorry doesn't cut it," I muttered coldly.

*Flashback over*

This was my fault. He thought he should apologise for this. It's not his fault. He shouldn't feel guilty for his own death. You're supposed to live your life before you die- Have something to look back on, but Peter didn't even have half his life over with. He had so much to look forward to.

'What will I do?' It repeated in my head like a broken record. Over, and over and over. My breaths quickened.

"Oh god. I've lost him." I choked out.

"I mentored this kid and I've failed." Pepper wasn't there to help me. Rhodey wasn't there to help me. Happy wasn't there to help me. Hell, Friday would even be ok at this point. No one was around.

Just me, my choked sobs, and the dust of my team members.
 
Some super hero I am...

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So ive been going through and fixing my chapters cause this book is complete shit.

Anyway, this one's been edited