A/n: Okay guys I'm not gonna stop writing this story so after this chapter I'm going to get into Peter and Wanda's backstory a little bit more so don't worry. This chapter will be short since Peter isn't fighting in space.

As the fight continues, aliens come in left and right. We got close to being overrun, but a loud booming sound accompanied by a large axe saves us. I watch it as it flies back into the hands of the God of Thunder, Thor. "Yes!" I exclaim.

"Bring me Thanos!" He yells. He collects lighting energy, using it to eliminate most of the aliens. I ended up in the forest where Cap fought a member of the black order until Vision stabbed him with a giant staff.

"I thought I told you to go?" Cap said holding Vision.

"We don't trade lives, Captain." Vision said.

Wanda came running towards Vision and I, checking us for injuries. "Are you okay?" Wanda asked Vision. Before we could respond, Vision's stone started to glow while he groaned in agony. "What's wrong?"

"He's here."

I was on full alert looking around for that evil purple grape. "Everyone on my position we have incoming," Cap said through coms.

"Copy that," I reply. The air started to change the wind was hollowing causing everyone to tense up. Then a portal formed and out stepped the purple titan himself. "Cap, that's him."

"Eyes up, stay sharp," Mr. Roger's went and tried to attack Thanos, but it didn't work. Everyone else. including myself, tried to fight him off. I webbed him.

He picks me up, holding me tightly. "Insect," he tosses me and I skid across the ground.

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Wanda's POV

I saw Peter get thrown, but I couldn't move or else Thanos would get to Vision. "Wanda it's time." I turned back and looked at him.

"No." I said.

"They can't stop him, but we can. If he gets the stone half of the universe dies." I finally listened and started to destroy the mind stone before Thanos could get it. Tears cloud my vision as I use all of my power to destroy the stone. "I love you."

Suddenly, that was it. The stone was destroyed. Vision was gone. Thanos came to me and started talking about how he lost someone he loved.  I thought villains were incapable of love. He reverses time and kills Vision again, this time getting the stone. Black dots cloud my vision as I fall to the ground.

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I wake up to the sight of Thor's axe in Thanos' chest. "You should've gone for the head." Thanos brought his hand up and schnapped (Stranger Things fans know this pun).

"NO!" Thanos then got up and teleported away.

I got up and walked to Wanda grabbing her hand and walking towards everyone.

"Steve?" Mr. Barnes said before turning to dust. I looked out into the distance seeing everyone else turn to dust.

Then I felt my spidey senses blurt out Danger! Danger! I turned to Wanda getting a sick, twisted, painful feeling in my stomach. "Wanda, I don't feel so good."

"Mysh!"

"I don't know what's happening... I don't know what's happening... Save me," I fell into my sister's arms, trying to heal myself. "I don't wanna go... I don't wanna go, Wanda, please. I don't wanna go," Wanda laid me on the ground I looked up at her and said "I'm sorry." My final goodbye to my sister before turning to ash.

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Wanda's POV

"I'm sorry." Peter said, turning to dust.

"No." I burst into tears. "Mysh." I said through sobs. My baby brother, the only family I had left, died in my arms. I couldn't do anything to save him from that pain and his last words to me were an apology. I cried for what it felt like hours until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Natasha looking at me, sympathy in her eyes. I got up and she hugged me as I cried, "H-he's gone. W-We need to get-get them b-back. Nat."

"I know, I know."

When we get back to the compound, I make my way to Peter's room. When I walk over to his bed, I see one his shirts balled up on the duvet. With one hand, I clutch the fabric tightly. Climbing onto his bed, I keep my eyes locked on the soft color of the dyed shirt. I pull it close to me, curling up into a ball. As a breathe in, it smells like him. A sob escaped my lips. There were so many things I regretted doing when he was alive. If I hadn't gone on the run with Mr. Rogers, Peter and I's relationship would've been okay. If I hadn't cut off all communication, we would've been able to talk more. If I hadn't argued with him about being Spider-Man and supported him, everything would've been okay. Now everything has gone terrible. "I need to get him back..."