Warning: contains endgame spoilers. Read at own risk!
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This was supposed to be my 1k special but we just hit 2k wow (4-30-19)
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It had been a year since they'd won, a year since he died. The great Tony Stark died. 'Two dead parents, a dead uncle, and a dead mentor', Peter thought to himself. There were so many things he regretted doing and never doing. From what others tell him, the only reason he wanted to help get them back was for his sake. It killed him. But so did his last words to him, both times.

He was just so scared. He didn't want to die and he didn't want Tony to die thinking he failed. He wanted him to be happy, and he deserved it. He deserved to be called by his first name after so long. The only thing never deserved was how hard his life was, how much tragedy and hurt. Hurt from his parents and peers.

But Peter was told it was time to let go. But he couldn't, he couldn't let go and he wouldn't. So he continued all of his mentor's research and he continued being spiderman.

Pepper treated him like a son, she knew how much he adored him. He was always welcome around, always welcome to stay, always welcome to talk, cry, and go visit Tony. He wasn't going to lose this honorary parent too. Peter would do anything for Mrs.Stark and anything for Morgan as well.

When Peter first met Morgan, he could tell she was just like her father, and nothing could have made him happier. So he visited her as well, his new honorary sister.

But he grew habits like his father too. Nothing too major, but still noticeable. The way he shielded his emotions with jokes and sarcasm, the way he sacrifices himself for everyone. Even down to the way he holds himself with he has a new idea. He developed nervous habits to, the tapping of his feet or fingers or the gesturing of his hands. Even the sleep deprived genius part had rubbed off on him. Peter was regularly dragged out if Tony's old lab trying to perfect time travel with out the "Pym Particles" or at least trying to copy them.

It took him a while but he was able to copy them. The process was long and hard and made him lose 6 days worth of sleep. Not only did he copy them, he managed to keep this plan off the books so no one knew. It was a long time coming but he told himself it was worth it, could do this.

He could time travel and he could do the one thing he never got to do. He wanted to say I love you. Just once, that's all he asked of the universe, but the universe was never really on his side.

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Something happened in quantum realm that wasn't supposed to, an abnormality. From what Peter had studied, these abnormalities only happened once every 500 million years, and the last one happened only 20 million years ago.

These abnormalities caused the realm to go haywire and drop you off anytime and
anywhere. So the possibility of Peter landing in the Avengers Compound in the time between the end of The Age Of Ultron and before Germany was at an all time low. If he calculated it right, it should have been 0.0000000000000000000000000000178%.

But it happened anyways.

The ride was already bumpy but with the whole "anytime, anywhere thing", it was making it harder to contain his motion sickness. Being torn apart and put back together wasn't anywhere near fun. And neither was being dumped at the feet of Scarlet Witch.

It didn't help that she picked him up forcefully, using her powers, upside down.  Even though being upside-down didn't bother him, that didn't mean he wasn't disturbed. Imagine seeing the past Avengers upside down and in a time traveling suit that your now dead mentor created. While seeing you dead mentor alive, in front of you, from 10 years ago.

"Who are you", Wanda sneered with her Sokovian accent. In the time Peter had known her, she had mostly dropped said accent except for the few times it peaked out. The way she spoke frightened Peter, but what could he say? She was scary either way.

He didn't plan to talk until he could feel her magic seeping through him, and into his head. He could barely see the on-guard and concerned Avengers in their battle stances. He could feel himself being pulled further and further into the abyss that was his mind. And to say the least, he wasn't particularly enjoying it.

"Mercy", he managed to cough out, struggling for energy against her powers. She dropped the magic probing his head and turned him right-side-up. She tilted her head at him, intrigued. This only made her look scarier.

"Look Miss Scarlet Witch, I'm really really sorry to drop in on y'all but i really have to get back home. If my mom and aunt realize where I am they'll send my friends and if they don't get me then they'll come here themselves. And I really really don't want that", Peter pleaded.

He forced to sit down in a chair that she had floated toward him. Peter then took in his surroundings, it was the old compound. He glanced over at The Avengers too, they were studying him weirdly and he began to wonder why. Then he realized, 'probably because I'm in a weird plastic looking space suit. I practically look like an alien'.

He moved his hand slowly to his other wrist, removing the suit, but he never got a chance to. As soon as he made the first mood, he was practically slammed back into the chair, if he was normal he probably could have gotten a concussion from his head hitting the back of the chair. He made eye-contact with Wanda and began to start again, not breaking eye-contact once.

He got the suit to go away, and suddenly he was in jeans and a science pun t-shirt. He wished he had worn something more presentable, but he wasn't expecting to The past Avengers. He felt the magic surrounding him let go almost instantly. He snapped his head towards Wanda, she looked traumatized and shocked. But when he directed him attention to the rest of the team, so did they. He stood.

Peter laughed and waved a hand as if to dismiss their worries.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm technically supposed to turn 21 this year."

This earns him a few confused looks when Tony finally takes the bait.

"What do you mean supposed to?"

This makes Peter tense up. He couldn't do this. He couldn't look at the man or he would cry or scream or run to hug him. Peter clinches his fist, an attempt to bring himself back down. He keeps his head down, his breathing sporadic and heart skipping beats.

"There was this weird 5 year thing that kept me from aging. It's kinda like Cap over here."

He glanced up for a second and he could tell that they knew that he was stressed about something. He flashed a smile to make sure that they thought it wasn't anything major. It didn't work.

Clint's fatherly instincts kicked in, this child was too young to be able to feel what looked like the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Are you okay kid?"

The only response he got was a nod, that action alone made Peter extremely nauseous.

"Are you sure?"

Peter wasn't sure of much anymore, but he was pretty sure he could hear more than one conversation. He could hear the things said to him in the past, and the things being talked about halfway across the world. It was disembodying, it kept getting quieter and quieter. He eventually gave up his strength that kept him standing.

He fell a bit but was caught by a fast acting Captain America and Thor. They lifted him up and back into the chair. Wanda thought it would be a good idea to calm him down by looking through his most fond memories.

A feeling of security enveloped Peter but went as quickly as it came. Wanda was pulled along with him.

Death, so much death.
his parents, his uncle, his mentor and father figure. soon it would be everyone else.

There's only so much death you can handle, before it becomes your own.

Peter saw through his memories, very aware of the someone else inside his head.

His parents leaving on the trip that would take their lives.

Skip Wescott, the worst babysitter ever.

Getting his spider powers, losing Ben.

The Snap...

As Wanda witnessed, she realized how far she was getting pulled into his head. She tried to get out with all of her power but it wasn't working. She could feel herself losing consciousness. When she finally fell from the loss of strength, her knees gave out and let out a power surge.

Peter's memories filled the rest of the Avengers heads, and they witnessed everything.

The snap was devastating, the few good byes Peter saw were enough for him. The worst part was he could feel himself being dusted unlike the rest if the group.

No one could understand what was happening, save for Peter. He was frozen, staring at the scene, reliving the moment.

'I don't feel so good Mr.Stark'

The Avengers were even more confused.

'Please no, I don't wanna die. Please, Mr.Stark please!'

Both Peters fell, weak and broken.

'I'm sorry'

The Peter of the present began sobbing quietly when he heard his voice.

"I am inevitable"

It made him more scared than he could ever imagine himself being, and he hated it.

It was a battle field, the compound, trashed. The first to arrive the royal family of Wakanda, they walked on through one if Dr.Strange's portals.

Soon the rest of the dusted were arriving, Spiderman along them.

Peter knew what was happening before it did. He could feel it, just like he could feel the pity radiating off of the Avengers.

He watching his death all over again.

The third snap, killing Thanos' army and Tony Stark.

"We won Mr.Stark, we did it. We did it Tony"

The only time he called him anything besides Mr.Stark, like he asked. Peter never gave him the satisfaction of being anything more than a mentor, until his death. They were as close as father and son and both of them knew it.

The weight if the realization hit Peter like a building.

"I love you 3000 more"

And Peter was cast back into his memories again, this time all of Tony.

The time he came to his apartment and recruited him.

The announcement of him coming to fight.

The Avenger offer.

'I just wanted to be like you'

'I wanted you to be better'
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'-I'm nothing without this suit'

'If you're nothing without it, you shouldn't have it at all'
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"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! HELP, IM STUCK UNDER THIS BUILDING, PLEASE!"
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And just like that he was thrown out of his own memories again.

The second he felt himself on his feet, he emptied his stomach. The was sobbing and puking at the same time and he couldn't say it was pleasant.

As soon as he calmed down and coaxed himself into not throwing up again, he finally stopped shaking. He got to his knees, head still hanging down. Then he heard it.

"-ter. Peter. Peter!"

He was so disoriented it took him a minute to realize that it was his coms. Someone was coming for him, trying to find him in time. He knew who it was.

So he asked Tony the date and repeated it back to the person finding him.

"But-but listen to me. Where I am- it's- it's the avengers."

The person on the other side of the line's breathing faltered.

"Peter please don't tell me it's all of them."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't do it on purpose, I wouldn't put you through this. Please forgive me."

"You're basically my brother, I trust you."

And then our second person dropped beside Peter and got rid of the costume.

"Harley", Peter reached over to hug him, "I'm so sorry"

part 2 coming soon