I knocked on Peter's apartment door and waited for a response. It opened after a moment to reveal May.

"Hey, hun, come on in." she gave me a small smile.

"Hey, May." I returned as I slipped past her and into the apartment.

"I got the usual, two coffees, a blueberry muffin and granola for you, and a chocolate chip muffin for me." I nodded, putting everything onto the kitchen counter.

"You're a sweetie, I hope you know that." She smiled, making me chuckle as we sat down at the kitchen table. We sat there in comfortable silence for a few minutes as we started to eat our food.

"So, how are you handling everything? I mean, it was five years since the blip the other day. How are you and your mom coping five years without your dad?" May asked, eating a spoonful of her granola. I sighed.

"We're managing, I guess. It still hurts, I sometimes hear mom crying at night, but apart from that, she sucks it up and puts on a brave face for me, which I don't like. She shouldn't have to act brave for me." I shook my head.

"Well, you do the same for me, don't you?" she shrugged. I looked at her.

"What?" I scoffed. May looked at me.

"Y/N, when's the last time that you talked about Peter?" she asked. I sighed and looked down, my eyes wavering at the sound of his name.

"I know the reason you don't talk about him isn't because you don't miss him or because you didn't love him, because I know that you love him and that you miss him, so much. I know that you don't talk about him because you feel like it invades my grief, but it doesn't, honey." She chuckled slightly, reaching out and taking my hand across the table. I gave her a small smile as I looked at her through glassy eyes.

"I'm sorry, May." I gulped, trying to keep my voice steady as I felt tears in my eyes.

"Don't be, hun. You talk about him for a bit. I always talk about how much I miss him and how I cope with that, but I know that you're grieving too. So, you talk about him." She nodded. I took a deep breath, silently grateful for May being so understanding. After the blip, after I had lost Peter, I went straight to May, knowing that she would be feeling the same as I was. Over the last five years since half of all life was snapped out of existence, we had grown incredibly close. But even with May reassuring me every visit that I could talk about Peter and that I also had a right to mourn for him, it still felt like it wasn't my place. After all, I had been his best friend since we were kids, but had only been his girlfriend for a year before the blip happened, and she had raised him since he was four. It didn't feel right, but this time, I brought myself to it.

"There's, um, there's a framed photo on my nightstand, that Peter gave me for my birthday, I'm sure he would have showed you it." I spoke.

"The one at homecoming, where you're dancing? I know the one." She smiled, nodding. I chuckled and returned her nod.

"I was thinking about that night, the other day. Because that's the night Peter told me that he loved me." I spoke. May looked at me, contently listening to me with a sympathetic look in her eyes.

"I didn't believe him at first. I mean, we'd only been dating, what, three months by that point? And so, I said to him "how do you know?". He said he knew because whenever he was alone, all he could think about was the next time he would see me again. He said that he knew because whenever he was in a life-or-death situation as Spiderman, all he could think about was getting back safely to me. He knew because every time we were together, he felt butterflies in his stomach, like the first time we were together, and he loved it." I nodded, a slight smile on my lips as I thought about him. May nodded, looking at me sympathetically.

"And what did you say to that?" she asked. I bit my lip.

"I told him that if that was love, I loved him too." I nodded, making May smile.

"He'd be so embarrassed if he was here to hear me tell you this, he'd probably try to stop me from telling you, but he came back from the date where you had your first kiss, and he couldn't stop smiling." She chuckled, making me smile.

"I asked why he was so happy, and he just looked at me and said "I kissed her, May. I finally got the guts to kiss her" and he was ecstatic about it. He was always his happiest when he was with you." She gave me a small smile, gently rubbing her thumb against the back of my hand, the way Peter used to. Suddenly, my phone started to ring, showing Tony's face and name.

"Sorry, May, it's Tony, I have to take this." I sighed, standing up.

"Of course, sweetie, go." She nodded. I gave her a small smile and pressed the green button before heading into the living room so that I was somewhat out of earshot.

"Hey, Tony." I picked up.

"Hey, kid. You with Peter's aunt May, like usual?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, looking at May from the living room.

"We think we've found a way to bring everyone back, including Peter." My eyes wavered at his words. Five years ago, I would have been jumping up in joy at the thought of being able to bring everyone back, including the boy that I loved, but then what Tony had said to me on Titan, about not being able to do anything to bring them back, started to prove truer with every year that passed. I gulped, turning around and walking further into the living room so that I was further away from May.

"How?" I mumbled.

"Scott and Bruce have figured out how to use the quantum realm to manipulate the sequence of time and space and-."

"English, Tony." I sighed.

"We've figured out how to time travel." He admitted. My eyes widened.

"Sorry, your solution to bring back half the population, including Peter, is to time travel?" I scoffed.

"Yes." Tony spoke, making me roll my eyes as I could practically hear him shrugging.

"Tony, I'm not telling May that we might be able to get Peter back on the basis that you think time travel is the way. Do you know how crazy that sounds?" I gulped.

"Come to the Avengers' compound and we'll explain everything, we could use an extra set of hands for the plan anyway." He spoke. I sighed, looking at May.

"Tony, I'm all that May has left, I can't just pack up and leave for the compound, I can't do that to her." I muttered.

"Look, kid, I just need you to trust me on this-."

"Trust you? The last time I trusted you, Peter died in my arms on Titan." I nodded, a tear rolling down my cheek. I sighed and looked down, immediately regretting what I had just said as silence filled the call. Tony had been just as crushed by Peter's death, especially as he felt responsible for him and was utterly helpless when Peter had become so scared that he had started begging for his life. I couldn't blame him of course, I was petrified and I hadn't been the one turning to dust.

"Tony, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I know that Peter's death hurt you just as much as it did me." I mumbled, sniffing slightly.

"I understand, kid. But I wouldn't be asking you to tell May, or even telling you if I didn't think that there was genuinely something behind this. You were there five years ago. You were there when I promised Peter that I'd bring him back. Well, kiddo, this is how we do it." He spoke. I sighed, biting my lip.

"You in?" he asked. I gulped, tears pricking my eyes at the thought of being in Peter's arms again and the look that would be on May's face when seeing her nephew again for the first time in five years. I had to try, I had to.

"I'm in." I nodded.

"Atta girl. Go back to your apartment, get a bag together, I'll get Happy to pick you in an hour." He spoke.

"Okay, Tony. See you soon." I replied before hanging up and going back to May. She looked up and smiled at me as I walked back in.

"What did Mr Stark want?" she asked, eating a spoonful of her granola as I sat back down. I gulped and looked at her before taking her hand. She stopped eating and looked at me, a concerned expression now plastered on her face.

"Y/N, what did Tony say?" she asked, relatively sternly for her. I gulped, looking into her eyes.

"We have a way to bring Peter back."