Endgame spoilers?
This one's for you, Fandom-Princess7875 ! I took your request and dumped some sadness into it, scrambled some stuff up a bit. Could've made it sadder, but wanted to stick to the general layout of your request.

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Peter had just come back from... the dead? dust?

He didn't really know, it was probably complicated physics or some shizzle, but what he did know, was that a lot of time had passed since he had looked into his mentors eyes and literally apologizing for dying. 

Beat you, John.

He also knew that Tony had a family. He had Pepper, and little Morgan, and that Tony was happy. Peter would do anything to make sure that he got back to them.

Anything.

So when he got the gauntlet, he paused for a moment.

 Did he really want to continue the path? Why not just... end it here? Carol was watching his back, and he took a moment to meet Strange's eyes. They were wide with fear, or what Peter thought was fear, because this was not supposed to happen.

Peter had made up his mind. Thanos was coming for him, for the gauntlet, and though Tony begged Peter to give it up, he slipped it on. 

He looked at Tony, no tears blurring his vision. He needed to do this. He had to.

"I only ever wanted to be like you. Don't blame yourself, this is my decision," Peter smiled softly, and snapped.

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Peter opened his eyes, and a vast orange landscape greeted him. It was bare, almost like there was a thin layer of water under his feet. He wandered forward and saw a tree standing there, with a tire swing hanging off of it. It was green, so green, and looked odd surrounded by orange mist.

As Peter got closer, he saw that someone was there. He couldn't miss the red hair, and immediately knew who it was.

Natasha Romanoff turned to look at Peter, and smiled ever so slightly.

"Hey, Peter. What're you here for?"

"I snapped, I guess. Hey, why didn't I see you?"

"Because I died." Her answer was quiet, and there was a small pause before she continued. "But don't worry, cause I'll be there soon. I guess that Red Skull had a bit of good in him after all."

Peter gave her a confused look. "What?"

"The guard at Vormir. I suppose that he realized Thanos needed to be stopped. After I sacrificed myself and Clint left, he brought me back. And not just me, either, Gamora, too. I don't know how the timeline is, but the point is, we're hitchhiking back to earth. I'll be there soon."

Peter looked down. "But, aren't I dead, too? I mean, that hurt like a-"

Natasha cut him off quickly. "Dead? No, your spider-genes or whatever are working in overtime. You're only here because you need to hibernate. I hope you hurry up, I don't want you being buried alive or something."

"What?" Peter squawked. 

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Shuri knew Peter about as well as many people know their siblings. Probably more. So, she knew that there was a possibility that he was still alive. Except, no one else was hearing her out. They all were giving her sad looks and telling her to get over it.

Get over it? Get over her best friend dying? No. 

He wasn't dead, and if one person took the time to listen to her, maybe she'd get him back, maybe she'd see Peter running around the palace one more time, maybe they'd laugh and joke around about vines-

There had to be a god out there, right? If there was gonna be a god of anything, Shuri supposed it would be Vine. 

Shuri found herself by her favorite tree. She climbed up in the branches, obscured by the leaves and sat there. The tears began to flow, and her body racked with sobs. 

After a while, she slowed to occasional sniffles, and began to speak. "Hey, umm. Vine gods, I guess," she laughed and hiccuped a bit, "Peter really liked your content, and I did too. And, you know, Peter's... Peter is dead, I suppose. I'd really appreciate it if you'd revive him."

Shuri stopped. "This is stupid."

She left slowly, hugging herself and  not meeting anyone's eyes.

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Shuri was staring blankly at a coffin. They hadn't decided to cremate him because Peter had been dust once before, and that was bad enough. 

So Shuri was standing, tears filling her eyes as she stared endlessly at a black coffin. She was scared to look in it, scared to see her friend. 

Just as she was about to leave, a little hand tugged on her dress. When Shuri looked down, her eyes met with those of little Morgan Stark, who didn't know Peter much but knew who he was.

"Peter's alive." She said, startlingly matter-of-factly.

Shuri just gave a little chuckle. "I wish, kiddo. I wish." She trailed off, but Morgan was stern.

"No, he's really alive. Come look!"

Reluctantly, Shuri followed the little girl and didn't see what she would have expected. Instead of a pale, perfect-looking Peter who was most definitely dead, She was met with a Peter that might have just woken up. Hair all out of whack, a little smile upon his lips. He certainly didn't look dead.

Peter, now is not the time to pull a Snow White stunt. I am not kissing you. I swear to god, Peter, get up. Her thoughts went wild.

"See?"

Shuri looked down at Morgan. "Yeah. Yeah, I sure do. Why don't you go get your dad?"

Morgan went happily off, seeking her father. As he came over, suddenly Peter's eyes flew open. He looked around at the shocked faces, all of the people clad in black. He didn't really know what to say, but what he did say wasn't exactly the right thing.

"Oh, thank goodness you didn't bury me yet. I don't want to be a zombie." He ran a hand through his hair and proceeded to lay back down.

"...What the freaking hell, Peter?" Tony asked, stepping closer and gripping the edges of the coffin.

Peter sighed, and clambered out of the coffin. "I do suppose that I owe you guys an explanation. Well, I mean, I'm not dead, I think."

"Yes, we know, Peter, get to the point, why did we almost bury you?" Shuri was nearly shrieking, and Peter nodded hastily.

"Well, After I snapped I went to some orange place and saw Nat, who also isn't dead by the way, and so anyway-"

"Natasha isn't dead?" More people were yelling at him, which he thought was pretty rude, considering he was just mostly dead.

"Yes, that's what I'm trying to tell you! Anyway, she said that she and Gamora were hitchhiking back and then-"

"Gamora isn't dead either??" Everybody was crying now, which was pretty unnerving, but Peter forged ahead.

"Yeah, if you would just listen to me, I could tell you more. So anyway, she told me that I wasn't dead and to hurry up with getting conscious again, so I did. Then I woke up and you guys were staring at me like I was some deity. I mean, what is this, a cult?" Peter laughed awkwardly as he watched everyone around him crying.

"What can I say...I'm back, bit-"

Peter was interrupted by a spaceship (yes, a spaceship) landing in an area free of gravestones. The drawbridge, or door, or whatever that thing is called opened, and out walked two ladies. One was a bright green and the other had bright red hair.

Christmas! Peter thought happily, and went to go hug them. The two women were looking across a sea- no, not really- a pond of people who were probably crying enough tears to fill a pond. 

Natasha visibly blanched. "Geez, Pete, what did you do?"

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