Deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

Your hands shook against your side as you heard Peter groaning and attempting to fight back. You were directed to stay with May, stay with her and make sure she doesn't know Peter's whereabouts. Your gut twisted when you saw the distant look in Peter's eyes with his words. This was a new villain terrorizing New York and Peter needed to defeat him but, he didn't tell you anything. All he said was that it was a new villain and he had to go right then and there. No questions asked.

Peter told you about the villains, not everything about them but enough to where you wouldn't worry too much because Peter always sounded confident that he could take care of them himself. Which, to be fair, he did. The kid knew what he was doing and while he returned scraped and bruised, a broken bone here and there, he kicked ass. Peter did just fine on his own. And yet, you felt wrong about this one.

So, you followed the commotion downtown. People were fleeing and screaming; their faces drenched in fear. You stood out from everyone. Your face was solid with determination and you were running towards the danger, something completely idiotic. But, you didn't care. Something was wrong, something had to be wrong because you didn't have feelings like that. Not ones that drove you into danger. Which is how you ended up standing against a wall, hiding from a horrendously large pale purple villain. who was busy trying to kill Peter. You had never seen anything like him and didn't know he could exist. He was horrifying.

As you peeked around the corner, the villain was going after Peter as he was helping a kid from underneath some wreckage. Your eyes widened as your heart sunk. He had to know. It's Peter. He always knows if someone is behind him but he wasn't turning around. The kid was crying and screaming, his face bloody and Peter's full attention was on him. So, you did the only thing you knew. You took a deep breath and gathered every ounce of courage you had and stepped out from the wall.

"Peter! Behind you!" You screamed and Peter's attention was on you but in almost no time at all, he was dodging the purple villain.

Peter pulled the villain away from the child as you ran to help him. Peter nearly had the wreckage off which made you able to properly free him. The kid ran away and you turned back to where Peter was shooting webs at the villain.

And at first, it actually seemed to be working. The villain looked like he was getting tired while Peter kept up his momentum. Peter, no matter how tired, was not going to give up. Especially with you right there.

However, as you were going to find somewhere to hide and think of something you could possibly do, the villain sprung his arm out just as Peter was swinging in to kick him. The sudden movement sent Peter flying and hitting the ground hard enough for you to look away, fear of what the impact could have done. But, your attention was soon brought up when the villain made his way towards you.

You backed away, locking eyes with the villain and hoping he really wasn't about to come for you. Where was everyone else? This guy was huge. Surely, Tony had to be around to help. Why was Peter out fighting this guy all by himself? It didn't make sense.

Just as the villain was closing in, Peter's voice echoed through your ears. "Gotcha." Peter's arm wrapped around your waist as he swung by on a web, bringing you away and off to a safer point.

"Peter, le-lets go. You can't do this on your own." Your words are so fast, Peter can hardly understand you.

"I have to do this. Go home, please." Peter pleads.

"Come with me, please, Peter." Your voice shakes and tears burn the back of your eyes.

"I can't, y/n, I-I-I can't. I love you, now go." Peter gripped your face, tears forming in his eyes but them being hidden behind the mask. "Please." Peter's voice gave the tears away. You knew he was crying with the weakness of the voice that left him. It was drenched in agony and fear. "Go." Peter says as he releases your face and starts to back away but in that exact moment, the villain had caught up to you two and was right behind Peter.

"Peter!" You screamed and lunged forward for Peter but the villain grabbed Peter by the throat and slammed him into the ground like a ragdoll.

You watched in horror as small tears fell. Peter had been slammed and throw into the ground, concrete, metal buildings, before so he had to survive this, too. But, the villain wasn't stopping. He just kept going and going and going, never releasing Peter's neck.

"No." Was the only word you heard as metal hands grabbed you and flew you into the sky.

When you looked up, you saw the familiar mask of Iron Man. He brought you to a safer place to hide, more out of your sight range of Peter. With you here, surrounded by heavy wreckage from buildings, you wouldn't be able to see the rest of what would happen and you weren't to go anywhere.

"Stay. Here." The voice was stern and pissed, but contained the smallest hint of worry and you knew it wasn't for you but for Peter.

Tony moved a large piece of metal in front of you, closing you in so you wouldn't be able to move and with that, he was off to help Peter. So, you waited. Tony Stark, Iron Man, was here. He was gonna help Peter and they would come out on top together. They were indestructible. Invincible. Everything was going to be okay. It had to be okay.

You stood in the small area you were in, waiting for Peter to come from above her, take off his mask, look a mess but give you that cheesy timid smile he seemed to always wear. But, that's not what happened.

The metal piece in front of you was moved and there stood Tony Stark in his Iron Man suit, the mask still covering his face. You eyed him as you didn't take one step, not even a single breath.

"It's over." He says in a monotoned voice.

"Where is he?" You asked, your heart pounding in your ears so hard your equilibrium was starting to be thrown off.

"I'm gonna take you home." Tony says as the mask opens.

"No." You shake your head and bite the inside of your cheek. "Where is he?"

Tony hangs his head and steps toward you. "Let's go. You were supposed to be with May."

"You don't have to say it. I know." You look past him as you lick your lips. "Where is he?"

Tony sighs and shakes his head. "You don't have-"

"I promised May." You say, holding back a cry. "I promised her. I promised I was gonna go and I was gonna bring Peter home. I promised her." The cries slip out with every word.

"There was nothing you could do." Tony says, his own eyes turning glossy. Your red eyes lock with Tony's as your mouth is held into a quivering straight line, not budging your stance. At that point, Tony unclasped a hand he had in a fist, something you didn't even notice until it happened. In his hand was Peter's mask. "He's with Quill." Tony hands you the mask and jerks his head behind him.

You held his mask in your hands, your thumbs tracing over the material as tears fell onto it. You wiped your eyes and shook your head, holding it up high and swallowing the restricting lump in your throat. You walked to where you saw a guy you assumed was Quill was standing, almost guarding Peter who was laying flat on his back, not moving.

Quill looked to you and then behind you to Tony who was following not too closely. Quill moved when Tony gave a nod and you stood above Peter, parts of his suit torn from the multiple impacts to the solid ground. When you kneeled beside him, you saw his neck a soft shade of purple and blue, showing the size of the hand of the villain compared to frail Peter. Your fingers brushed over it, hoping, for some reason, it was just dirt but it wasn't.

"Peter." You said, bits of hope in the name you hoped to call every day.

But, nothing.

"Peter." You said a little louder.

Nothing.

"Peter!" This time, it was a sobbed scream. "You wake up!" You rested the mask beside you as you pulled on his shoulders. "You have to wake up! You promised!" You shook him but the only movement that came from him was the loose strands of his light brown hair. "Please wake up." You cried as your hands moved to his face.

Tony and Quill hang their heads as they watch the hopeless sight. They already tried. Tony shook him and yelled. Quill tried CPR. There was nothing. Peter was gone by the time they showed up.

"I love you, so you have to wake up." Your tears fell onto his face, receiving you no movement from the lifeless boy.

"He-he's gone." Tony walks over to you, not able to bear the sight any longer.

"No! He's Spider-Man. He's Peter Parker. He can't be gone." You yell, shaking Peter's head with your vision becoming completely blurred by your tears.

"I'm...I'm sorry." Tony places a hand on your shoulder and your stomach twisted with pain as an agonizing and torturous sob left you.

"I'm so sorry, Peter." You mumbled, closing your eyes as she rests kiss on the young boy's forehead.

"Come on, Quill's gonna take you home." Tony says, his voice barely remaining steady. "I'm gonna take care of Peter." With the name, Tony's voice falters. "You take his mask," Tony reaches to the opposite side of you and grabs the mask. He pulls your hands away from Peter's face and makes you face him. "You take it and you tell May, you tell her I'm sorry."

You nodded and looked back to Peter who should be giving you a cheesy grin, the one he always had when he was right and you were wrong but his mouth remained in a straight line and his eyes stayed shut. His chest didn't move and his nose didn't flare. Lifeless.

"I love you so much, Peter Parker." You whispered with another waterfall of tears cascading down your face while you rested a final kiss on his lips, one last bit of hope that you'd be in a Disney movie and it'd wake him up.

But it didn't.

So, Quill walked next to you and offered his hands to help you stand. You rested one hand in his while the other held onto Peter's mask so tight you were almost certain your nails could tear through the fabric.

You made one last glance behind you as you and Quill walked off to see Tony with his head in his hands and Peter lying in front of him. And that was it. Peter Parker died a hero but left behind a soulmate, a best friend, a mentor, a father figure, and an aunt.