I REALLY DO BE OUT HERE EXPOSING MYSELF AHAHA

before y'all hate on me too much, this was begun in 2018. 

but seriously tho. lemme give you some backstory. 

infinity war had just come out. I was on Pinterest before I discovered Tumblr. (wish I could go back then...)
I find this really cool/sad headcanon that the dusted people were all just in this plane of existence, and Avengers are fighting about what to do and stuff, and someone yells at Peter for interjecting himself in the conversation.
They go "He's 16, what does he know?"
and Pete's just like "I'm 17."
and the others are like
0-0

and so I'm like 

and I grab my pencil and paper and I start writing out this elaborate story about Pete's journey finding each Avenger and his frens and stuff, and honestly.

It's actually not bad. 

But then I forgot about it and then Endgame came out and disproved the theory and now I'm just sitting here with my two chapters and stolen-original headcanon like, 

"what do I do now." 

So I figured, why not upload them here? 

 Beware, cringe ahead. I will not be editing them as to not upset 2018-2019 Dashing. 

Prolouge-

"Mr. Stark? I don't feel so good." There was a strange sensation in my gut. It was like all my atoms were being pulled apart one by one. It didn't really hurt. It was just...weird.
"You're all right." He told me.
But was I all right? What was happening to me?
"I don't know...I don't know what's happening" I fell into him. The feeling was stronger now. I hurt a little bit too.
"I don't wanna go...I don't wanna go Mr. Stark." I think I knew what was happening now. Thanos snapped. The other Avengers lost. How? They were superheroes with lots more experience than me! I clung onto Mr. Stark like he was the only thing that was keeping me to this world.
"Sir, please I don't wanna go...I don't wanna go" I couldn't go. I had no idea if MJ and Ned and Aunt May were going to go too. I didn't know if I was going to come back. I didn't know anything. It scared me.
I remembered something Mr. Stark said to me when I was trying to bring down Vulture. Gosh that seemed like a lifetime ago. When I wasn't on space fighting a purple grape. When I wasn't trying not to leave reality. When I knew exactly what I was up against. He told me
"And if you died, that's on me."

So as I was fading away, I told him, "I'm Sorry."

Okay-Just a couple notes. 

First, WHY THE HECK ARE YOU WRITING ON MOBILE. CHILD I-

Second, you really thought you did something there with the purple grape joke, didn't you. 

Third, I actually remember wirting this and I had to watch the "I don't feel so good" clip 3 times. When I tell you it  h u r t 

Fourth, this actually wasn't all that bad. If I would rewrite it now, it wouldn't be much different. 

Onto the next chapter! 

Chapter 1-

I ended up somewhere. It was Earth, but not quite Earth. I mean everything was like Earth but the sky was a orange color. I was at the park where I was fighting the new people with Mr. Stark. I sat up looking around. There was people all across the park. They looked confused and sad. Someone recognized me and yelled "Spider-Man!"
Everyone else looked around and saw me too. They rushed up asking questions I couldn't answer.
"Why are we here?"
"What happened?"
"Why did I turn to dust?"
"Is my cat here?"
"Why am I not hungry?"
"Can you be my boyfriend?"
"Do you have a hotdog?"
I gave them all an answer. "I don't know."
But I did know. I just couldn't tell them all right now. I shot a web and swung out of the interrogation. I didn't know where I was going. I just knew I was gone.

* *

I ended up at May's. I searched the apartment. Aunt May was sitting on the couch looking worried.
"Peter!" She saw me and rushed to give me a hug.

"Hey Aunt May..." I said as I hugged her back.

"What's wrong?" She pulled away.

"I failed...I failed May. I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't pull the glove. Mr. Stark was counting on me. I was so close and I failed."

"Peter, I don't know what you are talking about. But I'm sure you can tell me later. I'm sure you did everything you could. I don't know why we are here, or what you did or didn't do, but I'm absolutely sure you did your best."

I started crying then. "But I didn't! I could have stopped the Star dude or whatever but I didn't."
Aunt May looked confused then.

"It's a confusing story." I told her confused
face.

"I'm sure you can tell me later. I have a question though. Where is Tony?"

I felt even more broken then.

"He didn't dust. At least I don't think so."

Aunt May was confused. "Dust? So that's what I did. I was confused why I just...dusted."

"Yeah. That's what I'm calling it. Dusting. Because," I tried to force a laugh. "we turned to dust. Get it?" My laugh turned more into a whimper. Before I knew it I was crying. Again. Gosh this was really hard.

"Peter," she pulled me into another hug. "I think you should go to the tower. Meet up with whatever Avengers are left." Aunt May instructed me. "You should at least take an inventory." She winced. "That was a poor choice of words."

"It's all right May. I get it." My mask came on as I jumped out the window.

* *

I landed on the platform of Avengers Tower. My mind went back to memories of seeing Mr. Stark on this tower taking off his armor. He seemed so...content with the superhero life. I don't know. That's how he appeared anyway. My eyes started watering again. This was not getting easier.
Walking into the tower I started looking around for any Avengers. The tower seemed creepy and weird without all the voices and people in it. No argument between Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Barton. No love spat between Mr. Rodgers and Mr. Stark. No Mr. Thor laughing at Mr. Banner.
I peeked into the lab. There was nothing on the many screens in the lab. No hum of the machines. It was all there, but nothing was on.

"Well, there goes that idea" I whispered to myself.

I walked out of the lab defeated. Sitting on a couch I fell asleep hoping this was all a dream.

*inhales deeply* 

ahhhHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHY AM I DOING THIS 

First, the people were a solid mood, i'll admit, But why were there so many quotes?? Like Child??? Does thou know how to edit thine books??? 

Second, does Child know how to write Aunt May??? 

Third, what's with Peter and the waterworks?? Like I understand that yes he would actually cry but???? It feels like "everywhere I look, Peter's crying" If I were to write it now, I'd definitley flesh it out a bit more. 

Fourth, I REALLY DID SHIP CAP AND TONY BACK THEN. 
OH MY LORD. 
I'M SITTING HERE CRYING BECAUSE I REALLY DID JUST DO THAT. I WROTE THE WORDS "LOVE SPAT" TWO YEARS AGO. 

Fifth, it looks like I based Not-Earth off of Thanos's hallucenation with smol Gamora and she's like 'what did it cost?' and all that. A half a point to Child. 

Let's keep going. 

Chapter 2-

"Hey kid." Someone said waking me up.
"Mr. Stark?!" I shot up. He didn't dust! No one did! Thanos didn't exist! I just crashed at the tower and fell asleep. This was all a dream! I looked at the voice and saw is was Mr. Strange. He was bathed in an orange glow.
This wasn't a dream.
"Oh...hey Mr. Strange."
"Please, call me Stephen. Looks like you dusted too."
"Yeah...what about the other people on the planet? Are they here too?" I didn't know them really well. But I wanted to know if Mr. Stark was alone.
"Most of them. It seems like only the blue girl survived." He said.
"That's good. I guess." She seemed like a good fighter. Mr. Stark was in good hands. Ish.

So,,,,,that's it. 

That is ~I'm Sorry.~ 

I'm sorry I put you through that, but ig it's kinda cool to see my growth as a writer. NGL, it did kinda hurt to read through it. 2018 Dashing really thought she was doing something. But sadly? Uhm, not really sure what word to use. Anyway, I will not be continuing the story, I'm just not even sure what to do if I would. 

If one of y'all wants to write it though, PM me. I would love to see a non-cringy version of this. 

I may or may not post another draft, depends on how procrastination-y I'm feeling.