Not inevitable

This includes endgame spoilers.

I'm not going by the movie script, except for a few great moments, so this is sort of non canon but whatever. I'm going to be changing a lot about it. There will be scenes that are switched, scenes that don't happen, scenes that I change completely, and so on.

Don't watch if you haven't seen the movie, anyway.

And what would you guys think of me making one with them reacting to the new ffh trailor?





The first sensation Peter felt was a hand on his shoulder, and the quick brush of a hand against his face.

"Peter. Get up. They need us."

The voice was somewhat familiar, lacking the sarcastic lilt it had in the beginning.

"Dr Strange?" He mumbled blearily, fighting to open his eyes.

The sorcerer pulled him to his feet, steadying him as he regained his balance, and quickly moved to help the others.

Peter shook his head to clear it, blinking quickly as he registered his surroundings.

They were back on Titan, but Mr Stark wasn't there.

"Dr Strange? Where's Mr Stark?"

Strange turned to Drax, pulling the man to his feet. "It's been five years. They need our help."

His words cut off as he focused on the movements of his hands, and a glowing circle appeared in the air several feet away, wavered, and then grew bigger.

They stepped through to a changed world.

Rubble was all that remained, and there was horrible screaming, and glowing circles were appearing everywhere, letting out tons of people.

Then Captain America was yelling for them to assemble.

He caught a brief glance of Mr Stark- Tony, and then they were running, or in Peter's case swinging, and flying toward the army in front of them.

They collided with a crash, screams of shock and pain echoing across the open ground.

There were so many.

Within minutes they were getting overwhelmed, and Peter was almost on the ground when he remembered a special feature of his suit.

"Karen, activate instant kill!" He yelled.

The suit eyes turned red, and the mechanized legs began moving of their own accord, tossing away aliens, and stabbing others.

He was nearing a group of Wakandan fighters when he heard a brief cry of pain, and he swung to where Tony had just been knocked out of the sky. "Mr Stark!"

He sent the creature flying, and dropped down beside his mentor, pulling him to his feet. "The craziest thing just happened to me! We were on Titan, and I must have passed out cause when I woke up you were gone-" he caught his breath. "And Dr Strange was there, and he was like 'It's been five years they need our help now' and then he started doing that sparkly yellow thing with his hands-" he was cut off by Tony pulling him closer and hugging him.

Peter relaxed into the embrace, squeezing back as the sounds of battle disappeared, and he focused on Tony's heartbeat. "Oh wow. This is nice."

Tony was shaking, trembling all over, holding him tighter than was comfortable, but it was nice.

Really nice.

Finally they pulled away, Tony checking Peter over for injuries. "You okay? You're okay, right?"

Peter nodded quickly. "Yeah. I'm fine. The instant kill feature on this suit is amazing, by the way."

Tony breathed a quick laugh, running his hands over Peter's shoulders, and gripping his forearms. "Be careful, okay? Stay safe. Promise me. Please."

Peter hesitated. "Only if you promise too."

There was a flash of something unrecognizable in Tony's eyes, and then he nodded. "Stay close, yeah?"

Peter gave a tight smile. "Wouldn't want it any other way."

The two leapt back into battle, working together flawlessly.

The team up only lasted for a few minutes, then he lost sight of his mentor, and caught sight of the Titan whose fault this entire thing was.

He was reaching for the gauntlet when Peter dropped in. "Yoink!" He yelled, pulling it away from the Titan with a web, and landing several feet away. "This doesn't belong to you!"

Thanos narrowed his eyes. "Give up, little spider. You can do nothing to resist fate."

Peter cradled the gauntlet in one hand, backing slowly away from the Titan. "No, but I can change it."

He bounded off, zigzagging into the thick of battle and in through small spaces in the rubble where Thanos couldn't follow.

He ran into several people he knew, was thrown in the air, caught by a lady on a flying horse- which, by the way, freaking awesome- and landed back on the ground just as explosion knocked him down.

He clung to the gauntlet for dear life, waiting breathlessly for the explosions to stop.

Y'ouch that hurt.

When the dust finally cleared, there was a woman standing in front of him, hands glowing.

He managed a small wave. "Hi. I'm- I'm Peter Parker."

She smiled slightly. "Hey Peter Parker. Got something for me?"

He gave her the gauntlet willingly, heading back to search for Tony.

The sounds suddenly quieted, and everyone looked to the middle of the rocky field, where Thanos was facing Tony Stark.

Peter felt something rise in his chest, and he darted forward, slamming into Dr Strange. "Dr Strange, I need you to tell me something. Would I survive, if I used the gauntlet? Would my healing account for that?"

The man didn't say anything, instead holding up one finger.

Peter nodded in understanding.






"I am inevitable." Thanos lifted his hand-

And snapped.





Then stared in confusion at the useless glove in his hand.

His eyes shot up to Tony, and his gaze filled with hatred. "Stark. What did you do?"

Tony simply shook his head in bewilderment.

The glove on his hand was empty.

"Not him," a voice said quietly.

Peter Parker stood behind them, letting his suit drone drop the glowing stones in his own hand. "Not him." He said again. "Me."

Thanos started to laugh. "You think that a puny human boy can wield the power of the universe?"

Tony shook his head pleadingly. "Peter- no, please no, you can't-"

Peter watched as the nanobots on his suit formed a gauntlet not unlike the two already held. "Love you too, Mr Stark."

One by one, he placed them in the correct slots, and looked up at Thanos. "Guess it's a good thing I'm not human then. You want to know what I am?"

He placed the last stone, and gritted his teeth as the power filled his vision with mingled pulsing colors.

He could barely make out the pain in Tony's face, instead focusing on the rage from the Titan.

"I," he said loudly. "Am Spiderman."

With immense effort, he snapped his fingers, the light blinding, and nausea filling his stomach.

The pain crawled up his arm, consuming his body in white hot fire.

Sounds faded, and he crumpled to the ground.



















"Peter?"
















"Time to wake up now."








He shot back into the world with a gasp.



He was laying on a soft surface, and there was heat surrounding him.

And voices.

Someone was frantically speaking, hands trying to hold him down.

"Grab his arm!" Someone barked.

There were hands stroking his arm, his cheek, and a woman's voice. "Shhh baby. It's okay. You're safe. Everything's okay. Calm down. We're right here."

He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't move his mouth to form the words he so desperately wanted to say.

His brain was fuzzy, the warmth felt nice, and he wasn't hurting, and all he wanted was to sleep.

But no, he had to make sure they were okay. Had to make sure his family was okay.

"Shhh," the voice whispered. "We're all okay, baby. Thanks to you. We're all safe. You can rest now."

The voice seemed familiar, and he could envision the brown hair and glasses of-

"May?"

At his mumbled word, the hand paused, then resumed movement. "Yeah, baby. It's me. I'm right here. Everything's okay."

He struggled to open his eyes, focusing on the blurry figure above him. "M'ss'r S'ark?"

She hesitated, and he felt a cold pang of fear. "May?"

Her voice was steady. "Yeah. He's fine. He's been here the whole time. I made him sleep. He's right over there."

He followed her finger, turning his head with an immense amount of effort, and had to smile at the scene.

Tony was asleep on the couch, one arm falling off, and a blanket laid over his legs. His cheek was pressed against the cushion, and he was snoring softly.

The effort of turning his head make him tired all over again. "Sl'py. S'ay."

Sleepy. Stay.

Her eyes softened. "Of course. When you wake up again, Tony will be here. I think he has quite a lot to tell you "

"Mmm."









The second time he woke up, Tony was indeed there.

Peter was lying propped up against him, his head on Tony's chest, and his mentor's arms around him.

It was extremely comfortable, and if it hadn't been for the pain in his left arm, he would have thought it was a dream.

They hadn't been there yet.

Apparently a lot had changed in those five years.

He pushed himself closer, nuzzling his head farther into the warmth of the embrace.

A soft laugh reached his ears, and Tony's hand started playing with his hair. "You awake bud?"

"Nnn."

"Fair enough." Tony's voice grew serious. "You know you're in deep trouble, right?"

Peter focused on putting words together in the clumsy mass that was his mouth. "Jus' saved your life, M'ss'r S'ark. An' th' world."

Tony rubbed his hand down Peter's arm. "You may have, but you almost died. You're sixteen, Pete. You shouldn't have had to save the world."

Peter closed his eyes contentedly. "You're 'kay though."

Tony was quiet for several seconds. When he spoke again, his voice was oddly unsteady. "You're the one whose sacrificial self tried to wield the power of the universe."

The teenager huffed, now wide awake. "You were going to. I saw your eyes. You were about to do it."

Tony pulled back enough to see Peter's face. "It would have made sure you were okay."

Peter stared at Tony's shirt. "What about Pepper, and your daughter? Your five year old daughter? Would they be okay? I am expendable, Tony." His words sounded broken. "You have a family who loves you. I couldn't let them lose you."

Tony took Peter's chin with his fingers, making the teenager meet his eyes. "You're not expendable, Pete. I can't lose you. I will not lose you. I can't lose my kid. Not again. I watched you die on Titan, and I'm not going to do it again. Do you hear me?" His voice was fierce with pain. "I cannot lose you!"

His fingers fell from Peter's face. "I can't lose you again." He repeated, his voice low, and sad this time.

Peter buried his face in Tony's shirt, hot tears leaking from his eyes.

Tony didn't mention the growing wet spot on his shirt, just pulled Peter back against him, resting his cheek on Peter's curls. "I love you, Peter," he says gently. "Always will kiddo."

He felt a flash of joy when his sleepy kid whispered it back. "Love you too."










Peter was able to walk around within days of him waking up.

He had been out for approximately two weeks, and was in the Tower medbay.

His healing helped with the scarring on his arm, chest, and neck, but there would always be faint scars.

Tony was there each time he woke up, and would talk to him about what was going in outside.

And when he woke up sobbing, Tony was there too. With whispered words of comfort, gentle hugs, and movies, always ready to be there for him.

Tony told him stories, of a dark haired little girl who was the spit image of her parents, with Peppers wit and patience, and with her father's stubbornness, who begged to meet her new brother, and adored Spiderman.

And then the day came when Tony- and Bruce- deemed Peter well enough to meet her.









Tony had gone to get her, leaving Peter to prepare for the visit.

He was back in his own room, just as he remembered it.

Soon enough, Tony reappeared with his daughter in his arms.

He sat down on the bed beside Peter, settling the girl into his lap. "Peter, this is Morgan. Morgan, this is Peter."

Peter grinned at her. "You're five, right?"

She nodded, bouncing in her father's lap. "Yup. I'm gonna be six soon."

He took that in with a serious face. "I have a really important question." Then, as she tilted her head, he lunged forward, tickling her sides. "Are you tickling?"

It caught her by surprise, and she paused for a split second before doubling over, thrashing to avoid his fingers. "Dadd-y, help- please- help- me!"

Tony, trying to avoid the flailing arms of his daughter, and laughing at the antics of his surrogate son, did nothing to stop him.

She finally managed to get away by rolling off the bed and under it.

When she popped up on the other side, she had narrowed her eyes. "Are you who saved my daddy?"

Peter glanced at Tony, who was watching his daughter with soft eyes. "Yeah, neonata. That was Peter."

She clambered up on top of the bed, plopping down beside Peter, and studying him. "Was he going to die?"

Peter stilled, mouth open, and shot a glance at Tony, who had a look of shock on his face. "Maybe."

She looked at the blanket, picking idly at the cloth, then lifted herself on her knees, and planted a kiss on his cheek, and wrapped her arms as far around him as they would go. "Then I love you four thousand for saving him."

Peter put his arms around her and looked to their dad, who was slightly teary eyed. "That's a lot," he told her gently. "That is a lot of love."

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