Marvel/Peter Parker One Shots!

Panic

A/N Written by @inkinmyheartandonthepage. Plot minorly changed.

Peter wasn't sure how he was supposed to return to school after everything that had happened.

The world may not remember that half of them had turned to ash and that the remaining Avengers had worked tiredly to reverse time and bring Thanos to his knees where Thor had delivered the final blow but Peter did and it was enough to keep him up at night. He had skipped the rest of the school week, unable to leave Tony's side just yet. The events were still so raw and there was work to still be done.

Monday had rolled around much to quickly for his liking and Pepper had suggested that he return to school in an attempt to bring back some normalcy to his life.

So, he dressed, kissed Aunt May goodbye (giving her an extra squeeze because this was hard) and waited at the station for the train. The first prickles of anxiety settled across his skin, raising the arms on his hair as the train cart rocked back and forth. The motion was not to dissimilar to the rocking of the flying donut he had found himself in because he was stupid and didn't stay on the fucking bus.

His phone chimed and Peter fumbled for his device, thankful for the interruption. His heart sped up when he saw that it was a text from Tony and hastily opened it.

Have a good day at school, Kid – Irondad

Peter smiled, letting out a shaky laugh and quickly typed back a response. 

Thanks, dad – SpiderMAN

He made it through the rest of the train trip, the anxiety lessening every time he re-read the message from Tony. He felt as though he could breathe easier when he was off the train as he walked to the school. As he passed his class mates he wondered how many of the had turned to ash. Had they felt it like himself? Had they been scared and alone and lost-

"Peter!"

Peter took a shaky breath and smiled.

"Hey Ned!"

"So? How was the mission? Did Mr. Stark help you?" Ned asked.

"Uh-uh yeah, yeah," Peter nodded. "Yeah, it was good. Fine. Not a mission. Just, introducing me to the Avengers."

Ned's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Dude, no way," he whispered.

Had Ned lived? Had he been the one to remain, confused and terrified to what was happening around him? To live in the world knowing that half the population had been cut with a snap of his fingers? Or had he faded into ash too?

"Hey, do you think you could get Captain America to sign my collector cards?" Ned asked.

"Yeah," Peter slapped his friend on the back. "Yeah, I can do that."

"Peter you are the best," Ned said. "I'm so glad I'm your guy in the chair."

"Me too."

The prickles of anxiety retuned and even re-reading Tony's message could not shake the sick feeling that coated his insides and clogged his airways. Peter just couldn't stop thinking about it. Ned was grounding him, even if he didn't realise he was doing it. His usual chattering about Lego and Star Wars and everything focused Peter. He was here, on earth, with his best friend and not in space, flying in a donut with Ironman and Doctor Strange and Capey flying towards a new planet he didn't even knew existed.