Spider-Man Imagines II

I Hope They Remember You (part seventeen) | Peter Parker (TH)

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You fell on your back, your legs bent underneath you, your eyes wide open. Your lips moved for half a second before freezing forever, parted as your last breath slipped out of you. 

Tony rammed into Peter's shoulder as he raised off the ground and messily flew his way forward. Thanos vanished, his creatures going with him. Peter stumbled forward, watching Tony step out of the Hulkbuster suit. He ran to his daughter and made an inhuman sound as he fell to his knees hard, his hands moving to slip underneath your dead body. 

"Oh God, please, no," Tony groaned, pulling you to his chest. 

And suddenly all of Peter's feelings came crashing through, knocking the wind out of him and making him fall to his knees, too. He caught himself on his hands before he completely face-planted. He choked out your name and started to crawl forward, kneeling right beside Tony. His hand fluttered around your face; he was unable to touch you. 

"No, no, no..." Peter mumbled, shaking his head, tears filling his eyes. He shook his head.

No, this couldn't be it. 

No-

This couldn't be-

You had time-

If anyone was going to die tonight, he was going to make sure it was him, not you. 

But here you were, lifeless. 

And he was lifeless, too. 

"No," he said, one hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "No, no, no..." He looked from your body to Tony, who was violently sobbing over your face. 

Steve watched the two as they slowly fell totally apart. He squatted to the ground, his hands pressed to his face. Bucky stood behind him, his face unreadable. Steve's eyes turned red and he began to tear up.

"Baby, don't do this," he kept whispering, his rough fingers moving over your face, tracing your dimples and lips and nose and eyes. "Please wake up. Please..."

It hit Peter even harder that you weren't going to wake up. Ever. You were gone forever. There was no bringing you back. 

Why did he always imagine there was a way to bring you back?

Why, when you found out that you were going to die soon, did he just assume some sort of miracle would happen for you? That maybe the venom inside of you wouldn't kill you, but end up saving you?

He should have kissed you longer back there on the field. 

He should have run the other way with you. 

He should have he should have he should have he should have-

"Mr. Stark," Peter managed to choke out. 

Tony raised his head to look at him slowly. His eyes were wide, full of brokenness that Peter hadn't seen in anyone before - not even Aunt May when Uncle Ben died. 

The pain of a father losing his daughter was so far beyond any other pain imaginable. 

"I..." He shook his head at Mr. Stark, feeling the words stick in his throat. He swallowed hard and more tears spilled over, making him fall silent. "I-"

"Why didn't you protect her?" Mr. Stark asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Steve furrowed his eyebrows at him. "Tony," he warned. "Don't do this."

Tony silenced him with a look. "No," he said harshly, "I will do this." He looked back to Peter.

"Mr. Stark," whispered Peter, his bottom lip trembling. "I didn't mean for this to happen-"

"Of course you didn't mean for this to happen, and yet it still did," Tony snapped. "I trusted you to take care of her. I trusted you, Parker."

Peter let out a sob. "I tried."

"You tried? How? How did you try?" Tony pulled your body away from Peter. Peter looked at you, his mouth dropping open as he reached for you with one hand. "Because when I came through here, you were just standing there staring at her. And now she is gone but you are still here. Explain that to me, kid. Explain it."

Peter shook his head. He pulled back and fell back on the heels of his feet. Slowly, he rose, his hands out and shaking violently. He was on the verge of a complete panic attack.

"Kid, you don't have to," Steve said, standing up. He held out a hand to Tony. "Tony, you need to stop. I know this is hard. This is hard for everyone," he continued, and his voice broke, "but she cared about you two more than anyone, and-"

"And you let her down, kid," Tony said. "You let her down. She trusted you to keep her safe. I trusted you. I trusted you with my daughter!"

"Tony!" Steve snapped. "I said to stop this."

Peter clenched his jaw. He felt-

He just felt-

He wished he was dead. He wished he was dead. He wished he was dead.

He wanted to die. 

"Mr. Stark- Mr. Stark, I-" Peter shook his head quickly. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I never meant for this- I... I meant to protect her - I was going to protect her! But he-"

"If I were here," Tony said, "if it were me right here, watching Thanos touch her, I-" He choked, his words getting cut off. He looked at the dead daughter lying in his arms. "I would have done anything and everything to kill him, stop him, or save her. Anything. I wouldn't have just stood there and watched. You let her die!"

"No," Peter cried, his hands going to his hair. He pulled at it. "I-I didn't!"

But he did. 

He knew he did. 

He should have done something more than just lay on the grass and stare. He got you killed because he froze in fear and now you are gone forever and Tony hates him and he can't blame him at all for it, because Peter Parker killed you, Tony Stark's daughter. 

The rest of the group ran in through the trees. 

"The things are gone," Natasha reported, running ahead and stopping a few feet away. She turned to help Gamora catch Quill as he tripped forward, gripping his thigh. "What do we do now?"

They all seemed to focus on you at the same time. 

"What... what happened?" Natasha whispered. 

Peter turned away and ran off, feeling Tony's hateful, hurt, betrayed gaze follow him.