14,000,605.

That's how many possible outcomes there were. You might be thinking 'Oh! Well at least that's lots of chances to win, right?'

Wrong.

Only one of the outcomes was in our favor.

So far, we've had no luck in finding that single win. It was our hundredth try.

So many times we've lost and I've died. After a while, I found how to get over it. The only thing that hurt the same every time was watching those around me die, even if I knew we'd just go back and try again.

I know, I know. It's confusing, but in the future, we have time machines. When we lose, we just go back and start over. Unfortunately, we've lost so many times, this was our last hope. This was the last time we'd be able to rewind.

I watched helplessly as Doctor Strange gave up the time stone for Tony's life. I was angry at him for letting go so soon. This was our last try, and he's ruining it!

But I knew I would've done the same.

I lived Tony like he was family, which technically, he was. The Avengers were my family, the only ones who believed in me anyway.

My breath caught as Thanos took the stone into his hands. Carefully, he tapped it into the gauntlet causing colors to flash around him, discombobulating my senses.

Then, he was gone.

Few words were exchanged between the heroes, but I heard none of it. We had lost for the last time.

As I walked away, one word stood out in the conversation behind me.

Endgame.

It was something my brain couldn't process at the moment. Something that may have stood out, but was quickly lost in the horror that would happen any second unless we could stop Thanos from getting the last stone.

The thought made me feel a little better, maybe, there was hope after all, but just in case, I had to talk to someone.

"Peter!"

The boy looked over at me sadly, knowing what had happened between Thanos and Strange.

"This was our last try." He replied.

"Yeah, but guess what! We still have some Avengers down on Earth to stop the oversized raisin! There's still hope!"

Peter grabbed my shoulders, surprising me so much, I jumped. I looked up at the boy's face, terrified at saw. His brown eyes were filled were filled with grief. It was as if he was watching every previous loss we'd gone through.

"It's no use, Y/n." His voice broke as he tried not to cry. "It's over, I can feel it."

My eyes widened. I knew he had some sort of spidey sense, but was it this effective? Could he tell what would happen in the future.

"Peter, I-." But I didn't know what to say. The hope is once foolishly hung onto was fading.

I gazed around at the surrounding world. Titan. It was such a distant place. So far from home. The rusty ground could almost convince one they were standing on Mars. The horizon was mesmerizingly beautiful and peaceful, as if it were oblivious to the fact that the universe would waste away any minuet.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. I hadn't heard of any earthquakes on this planet, but then again, I'd never been here before. A gust of sandy wind brushed my hair back.

"Whoa. What was that?" I turned toward my friend, freezing at what I saw.

"Peter?"

My voice quivered with fear as his body began to tremble. "A-are you alright." He tried to answer, but instead stumbled, dropping to his knees.

My world began to spin as I ran to him, calling his name, but there was no response. His chocolate brown eyes, once full of life, were now dull and empty, staring into nothing. Kneeling to face him, I made another attempt to get his attention. "Peter, look at me."

The lump in my throat seemed to expand when he had no reaction. "Please Peter! Just look at me!" I threw my arms around him.

"Please!"

I closed my eyes, clinging to my hero like he was my only lifeline in this dark universe. Technically, it was true.

After a moment, I felt wrap around me and a hand caressing my cheek. I glanced up only to find Peter holding me close. I let out a breath, burying my grand into his chest. "I thought I lost you there." I chuckled humorlessly. "What happened?"

He was silent for a moment.

"It's happening." He whispered, mostly to himself. His eyes widened in realization. "This is real this time."

My face contorted in panic. "What?! What's happening?!"

"Y/n." He breathed. "I... I'm so sorry."

I was extremely confused. "Sorry for-?"

Peter backed away, and I knew what he meant. I gasped in horror, hoping that my mind was playing tricks on me.

Slowly but surely, he was crumbling to dust.

"No." I shook my head, refusing to believe it, while my friend stared at his hands.

"This isn't real." He choked. "No, it can't be happening."

He looked at me in desperation, as if I could help.

He bolted toward me, throwing his arms around my waist, still trembling vigorously.

I stood still, stunned until reality decided to hit me like a rock. "No no no! You can't leave me?" I cried.

He looked up, his eyes watery. "I don't wanna go."

These four words broke my heart right down to the core. What hurt the most was the fact that I couldn't do anything this time. Only, I couldn't tell him that.

"Peter look, you're gonna be fine. We'll find a way out of this. You're gonna be o-." I broke down into tears, not helping at all.

Suddenly, he stopped shaking. His breathing slowed to normal and he took my hand.

"This is how it has to be." Peter's voice was calm as he looked at the rusty orange ground under his knees. Too calm for a situation like this.

"No!" I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. "Don't tell me you're excepting this fate! I've watched you die dozens of times and same for you the other way around! If it has to stop, I need it to be me!" I realized I was screaming and apologetically backed away.

With a calmer voice I continued. "I'm sorry, Peter. I just can't let this happen to-."

He cut me off by pressing his lips on mine and pulled me close to him. The words caught in my throat and I was whisked off to some other world. A safe place where Thanos could never destroy us. A place where I could be happy, if such a thing even existed. Even if this dream lasted for only a couple seconds, I knew o would hold onto it forever.

"I don't want to die..." Peter said, pulling away. "... but at least you're here. That's all I need."

"I promise with everything in my power, I will find a way to bring you back." I said. He was starting to fade more rapidly now, his eyes fought to stay open and his breathing slowed.

I laid him down as gently as I could, stoking his messy hair.

"I'll bring you back. You'll be able to come back to the Avengers tower. You'll see Mr. Stark and Aunt May. I'll be there, waiting for you." My voice was soft and sad. I tried my best, but it was hard to stay strong.

Peter gave me a sad smile, seeing past my brave face. He cupped my cheek, leaning closer until our foreheads touched.

"There was a time when you were... gone. One of the earlier times we had to use the time machine. We had to wait so long." Peter took a shaky breath. "Five years, Y/n. Five years without you. Mr. Stark has a daughter and I heard her say something." He brushed his thumb across my cheek.

"I love you..."

He was almost completely dust by now, but he managed to say one last, barely audible word.

"3,000."

I'm really sorry. This is not edited so it's probably bad but oh well.

-JL4L