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Hope ~ Peter Parker (Pt. I)

Summary: Thanos won. Peter is gone, as well as half the universe, and Y/N is left all alone. What is she going to do without the ones she loves?

Fandom: MCU

Warnings: ANGST! This is literally all sadness so sorry about that.

Word Count: 4989 (13.8 pages)

A/N: So this is the FIRST part of TWO OR THREE! If you wanna be tagged in the next few please let me know! Also, tell me what you think?

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Y/N's head rests on the shoulder of her best friend of too many years to count, Peter Parker. Currently, their class were on a bus on their way to a school field trip to the Museum of Modern Art, and neither Peter nor Y/N had gotten a lot of sleep last night. It was a particularly interesting evening while Peter was on patrol last night, and he, of course, got hurt while trying to stop a gang of armed robbers at a jewellery store. It wasn't unusual for Spiderman to appear at the girl's window, asking for a quick checkup after a more serious fight, and the "checkup" that night was definitely not short or easy.

So they lay there, Peter's head rests in his folded arms, which were placed atop of the seat in front of him while Y/N's head lay on his shoulderblade, sleeping soundly on the shaking bus. Or at least they were.

Peter felt an overwhelming feeling spread across his body, all his senses enhanced to 11 as the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck raised, opting the boy to open his eyes quickly, and looking out the window for the potential danger, and it wasn't all that hard to find it. There, just a few miles away, was a giant flying donut-looking spaceship thing floating over New York City, debris being flung around it as if light as paper. He quickly shot up, knocking over Y/N's head that was previously quite comfortably cuddled into his shoulder, causing her to groan and slowly open her Y/C/E eyes, looking at Peter and silently asking what the hell his problem was. She quickly understood the situation when she looked past him out of the window, eyes going wide as a little gasp escaped her lips.

Peter's hand extended out to pat Ned's face, he's another person they've been close to for a long time. Ned took out his earbuds and turned around to ask Peter what was wrong before also making eye contact with the spaceship, quickly reading the energy.

"I need you to cause a distraction," Peter whispered to him, but before he could even finish his sentence Ned was standing up, running down the aisle of the bus screaming "We're all gonna die!". All the other students gathered on one side of the bus, looking out the window to try and get a better look at the scene in front of them. Y/N grabs Peter's arm, forcing him to look up at her.

"You're not going out there," she whispers, making sure none of their classmates heard her. "Peter, I swear to God, you better not go out there, I swear-"

"Y/N, hey, relax," he said, looking into her eyes and mapping out her face, trying to remember every detail. "I'll be fine. I swear."

"No!" She exclaimed, before looking back at the students, seeing if any of them were paying attention, but they all still seemed to be too enthralled with the flying metal donut. She looked back at her best friend, her world. "Peter, I can't... I can't risk you, please." The look in her eyes was sincere, she was scared, a rare thing to see come across her face. Peter let out a sigh, looking back at his city before turning back to her.

"Y/N, you know I have to. I'd stay here with you if I could-"

"But you can!" She screamed back.

"No I can't," he says, lowering his voice. He closed his brown eyes, scrunching them up. "I just, I can't. Please, you gotta understand, love. I can't just leave it. When you have ability's like mine and the bad stuff happens, it-"

"It happens because of you," she finished quietly. He'd said it before, he always does before going off on one of his crazy missions or whatever. She still didn't make any sense of it, she never understood his point, but she loved him too much to think too much about it. Hot tears ran down her flushed cheeks, but she hadn't realized she started crying until she felt Peter's soft palm come into contact with her jaw, the pad of his thumb gently wiping off the stray tears. She leaned into his warm touch, closing her eyes and letting a few more tears fall down as her hand went up to hold his hand against her. After a few seconds, she sighed, opening her now red eyes and looking at the threat.

"I'll be fine, I'll come back," he says, offering her a smile, moving his thumb across her cheek again. "You know I'll always come back." She smiled back, a bittersweet laugh passing through her lips, although it turned into a sob.

"You better come back soon, we still have dinner and a movie tonight." She said. Ever since they were little, one would go over to the other's apartment and have dinner together and watch a movie, usually Star Wars. Peter laughed, shaking his head.

"You know I wouldn't miss it for the world," he says. They smile at each other, not knowing it would be their last moments for a very long time. Y/N leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, leaning her head against his. The action was friendly, as much as Y/N wished it meant more.

"Go get 'em, tiger," she whispered, her old nickname for him making the two smile. Peter grabbed his suit, pulling the mask over his face before jumping out the window. Y/N watched as the web-slinging teenager disappeared into the distance, looking for his mentor and any way to help, and she missed him already.

It had been a good few hours since Y/N last saw Peter, and her nerves were starting to rise. The field trip to MoMA was cancelled due to New York being attacked by aliens. Y/N's parents picked Y/N up from her school and drove back to the apartment. Y/N was thankful that she didn't run into May while heading home. As much as she loved the woman and how much she's done for her, Y/N didn't think she could stand telling her that her nephew had gone off to fight the aliens.

Y/N sat on the old couch, intently watching the news, hoping they would spot any sign of Spiderman or Iron Man for that fact, but it seemed that they had gone when the spaceship had. She could only pray Peter wasn't stupid enough to go on that thing, but knowing him, those chances were slim to none. As each minute passed, Y/N became more and more worried that Peter, in fact, wouldn't come home.

But she trusted Peter. He would never lie to her, and he definitely would never break a promise. At least she hoped he wouldn't.

"Y/N, honey," her mother called from the kitchen in the next room. "Is Peter still coming for dinner tonight? Should I order some extra pizza for you two?" The question made her freeze. Would Peter still come tonight? She knew the odds were slim, but Y/N was a girl who was powered by hope.

"Yeah mom," she replied. "And remember, Peter likes extra cheese." Y/N's mom laughed at her daughter's comment.

"I'd think I'd know that after doing this every other week for the past 10 years or so hun," she smiled at her before dialling the phone and ordering the pizza. Y/N sighed and turned her head back in the direction of the TV. It was getting dark outside, and she couldn't help but worry, thinking about what might've happened to Peter. She looked at the screen, staring at it, trying to read all the headlines at once. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew he wouldn't make it, not today.

"You know what, mom? I think we should just order for us, I don't think Peter can make it tonight." She turned from the fluorescent screen to look at her mother, but she was gone. Y/N scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion, looking at the phone which sat on the island in the kitchen. Y/N walked over and picked it up, it seemed as if her mother hadn't even hung up. "Mom? Where'd you go?" She asked, raising her voice, maybe she had just wandered into another room, but there was no response. "Mom? MOM!" she started to run towards the hallway before slipping on something. She looked down and picked up the black dust from the floor, a pile sitting where she had previously seen her mother last. Before she could look more into what the substance she heard a crash from outside the window. Her head shot up, eyes wide and tears starting to form in her eyes as she ran towards her window, and what she saw outside would be scarred into her mind forever.

Everywhere she looked she saw people screaming. The sky filled with smoke and dust, cars were running into each other left and right, into poles, into other people. But there was no one in these cars. And as she looked upon the pedestrians, she saw them dissolving into dust, similar to the pile on her kitchen floor.

'Breaking News from New York City,' the news anchor announced from the television, causing Y/N to rip her eyes away from the street below her and to the TV, sobs raking through her body. 'Terror is taking over the country as many people seem to be vanishing, turning into dust and-' but as he was talking, screaming was heard from a different part of the studio, crew members screaming each other's names. The newsman lifted his arm, or what was his arm, fear taking over his face. He looked around as if searching for answers. Y/N watched in horror, her body shaking intensely as she sat down and curled herself into a ball, her breathing going heavy as she feels her heart beating faster than it ever has before, about to explode from the confinement in her ribs. It wasn't the first time Y/N has had a panic attack, but it was the first time she didn't have anyone there to help her calm down. In fact, it seemed as if she didn't have anyone at all. And she sat there, crying for what felt like hours on end.

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It had only been a few weeks, not that Y/N was keeping track of the days that had passed by, since what was now called the Decimation. For all she knew it could've been months, years since she didn't bother going out or doing anything all that productive. Y/N had only left her apartment once, and that was to stock up on food for the next couple of weeks a few days after everything and everyone was taken from her. Everything was shut down, so grocery stores we're basically a big help yourself.

Y/N hadn't slept more than a minute in the past week or so; every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mom disappearing, hearing the crashing of cars and screaming of people out her window, the dust of those who had vanished polluting the air. She laid in her bed for hours, sometimes days on end. She never took care of herself, eating only a couple of times a week, not bothering to shower pretty much at all, it's not like there was anyone there for her anyway.

After she had seen what was happening on the street below her window and watching the tv guy dissolve before her eyes and millions of others, she called everyone she knew, Ned, MJ, even May, but no one ever replied. And when she went knocking at their doors, no one ever answered. So there she was, alone.

Y/N pried her eyes open, the hazy sunlight shining through her window. She laid under the covers in her bed, curled in a ball with her knees pulled into her chest as she laid on her side. She finally extended out her hand, gently picking up her phone to check the time. When she pressed the power button, she instantly regretted turning it on. Displayed on the screen was a picture of herself and Peter, taken on the night of homecoming sophomore year. The two of you had the biggest of smiles on your face, your beautiful red dress that hugged at your waist and flowed out down to just above your knees matched Peter's rose on his chest and his tie. Of course, later Peter had run off to stop the Vulture, but Y/N didn't mind, and helped Ned as the "guys in the chair".

Y/N once again felt tears starting to well up in her eyes. She scrunched up her eyes as she tried to fight them off, but the salty droplets fell from her once bright eyes and down her paling cheeks. But her moment was quickly put to a halt when she heard someone knocking at her door. Y/N threw the covers off of her and sat up in her bed, her body going rigid. She was scared to answer the door, but then again only her closest friend knew where she lived. She was going to leave it, deciding it was probably someone who was doing some sort of post-snap census, which had been happening for a few days. But the person on the other side of the door knocked again, this time more persistently. She groaned, wiping the tears from her dry cheeks and walking over towards the apartment door, looking through the peephole. Her eyes went wide when she saw who was outside and flung open the door, mouth agape as she stared at him.

"M-Mr. Stark?" she whispered. He looked different, if she was being honest he looked dead, defeated. He offered her a small smile, but it wasn't genuine, it was one of pity.

"Hey, kid," he said, also quietly. Tony had met Y/N before, Peter had brought her to the compound a few times and he had always enjoyed her company whenever she came. But this girl standing in front of him was not Y/N. It's not like Tony had known her too well, but he knew her well enough to know that she didn't have eyes so bloodshot she looked like a drug addict, hair pulled into a bun that had obviously been left there for days, the grease almost leaking through the hair tie, and the abundant tears stains that covered her cheeks. "I guess it's been a while, huh?" he attempted to make a joke, but she just gave a small nod and looked out of the hallway.

"Is he with you?" she asked, looking up and down the hallway again. "Did you see him, was he with you when the spaceship was here? Is he okay? Peter?!" words flowed from her mouth like vomit, only making Tony's job coming here harder. Watching her call out for Peter broke his heart almost as much as watching the same boy disappearing in his arms.

"Y/N, hey, you need to calm down, okay? Deep breaths," he said, grabbing one of her shoulders. Seeing the panic in her eyes reminded him of himself, suffering from PTSD. She shook her head, grabbing at her hair and tugging it, ripping out strands without noticing.

"No, no. I need to see him. Where is he? Where's Peter?" she kept asking, tears now falling at an increasingly rapid pace. Tony couldn't help his own tears surfacing as he held the girl, feeling her breaking under his palms. "Please. I need him. I need him, please." Her voice so quiet that it mixed with the fan going in the distance. Tony watched as her head fell, sobs shaking her small form. He pulled her into a hug, he knew that they both needed it.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered into her ear. He felt her shake her head against him as if saying "please don't say it." "We tried everything we could but-- but he's-- he's gone, Y/N. I'm sorry." Her body went slack on his as she fell, but Tony was quick to catch her. And then she screamed, and it was the most heart-wrenching sound Tony had ever heard, and just hearing her wail made the tears trapped in his eyes release. He sat kneeled on the hallway floor, holding the broken girl in his arms, stroking her hair and whispering "I'm sorry," over and over, hoping that it would help. But it didn't. At this point nothing did.

After Y/N had calmed down, her bawling turned into the occasional sniffle, Tony put his arm around her under her armpit and helped her up. He noticed that she seemed too weak to even hold her own body weight, although he guessed she must be at least three pounds lighter just by the amount of crying she had done only minutes ago. He carried her inside, pushing the door she had left open a little wider so the two of them could fit and plopped her down in the living room. Her small apartment was very similar to Peter's, probably because he lived just down the hall, just as he almost always had. As he set her down, he handed her a blanket to cuddle into to console herself while he wandered into the kitchen for a snack for both of them.

"T-t-there's some f-f-Froot Loops... u-u-up in the cupboard." Y/N's small voice spoke out, reaching a small shaking hand to point to the cabinet she was talking about. He took out some small bowls and poured the cereal and milk into them, putting in little spoons and carrying them over. He sat on the other side of the couch, Y/N offered her blanket to share with Tony, but he politely declined. They both munched on their cereal silently, watching the quietly playing news broadcast. The news anchor had been replaced by a new woman, how always had her black hair tied up in a tight bun and glossy red lips.

"Your mom and dad here?" Tony asked. Y/N kept herself from shuttering, shaking her head before clearing her throat, her voice coming our quiet and raspy.

"My dad left us a while ago," she spoke quietly. "And my mom... well my mom disappeared, just like the rest of them." Her voice shook as she tried to keep herself from crying again. She didn't want to make Mr. Stark feel the need to deal with her sorrow, even though she appreciated it none the less. Tony looked at her with pity in his eyes and looked down back into the colourful milk, nodding.

"You tried getting in contact with any of your other friends? Have you heard from any of them?" He asked cautiously, he probably could've guessed the answer. She shook her head no. "So you've just been living here, alone?" She nodded. Tony sighed, reaching over and giving her a pat on the knee. Y/N hated pity, it was something she experienced from others all too much, but for some reason, she felt safe with Mr. Stark. She looked up and smiled at him, or at least she tried to. Tony offered her one back. "Listen, I want you to know that the compound is always open, and you can come and stay whenever you want for however long you want," Tony said. "The Avengers miss you, ya know. It's been a while since you've been over."

Y/N let out a laugh, but he didn't believe it. "I only went with Peter. It would be sorta weird if I just showed up by myself I didn't want you guys thinking anything lesser of me." Tony scoffed at her statement, flicking his hand jokingly.

"Nonsense. You're family now, just like Peter is." He assured her. The mention of his name brought a frown back onto her face, she looked down.

"Was." She mumbled, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. Tony shook his head.

"Is," he said confidently. Y/N lifted her head and look at him through her perpendicular vision. "We're gonna get him back, we're gonna get all of them back. I promise." He placed a steady hand on her shoulder, and she smiled at him. He still had the sense that it wasn't truly genuine, but she was getting there.

"Okay, she said, turning more towards him. "Thank you, Mr. Stark." He smiled at her shaking his head again.

"Please, call me Tony, Y/N. After all, I feel as if you might as well get on a first name basis with all of us since I have a feeling that you'll be seeing us more often." Y/N let out a small laugh, smiling a little and nodding her head. She paused to think about it before nodding again and looking back at him.

"Maybe I will take you up on your offer, Tony." She said, a shine in her eyes. And all at once that feeling of hope was coming back to her, running through her veins and filling her heart. They were gonna get him back.

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The drive upstate took a few hours, as it always did, but time felt slower this time. Maybe because Peter wasn't in the car with you, making jokes and singing too loudly to old pop hits from the early 2000s, annoying Happy until he turned off the radio and shut the window between him and the two of you. The music played quietly in the very expensive looking Audi, Tony tapping his foot to the beat of old rock while Y/N gazed out the window. The world really is a different place after the Decimation. It looked like an apocalypse had happened, like the crazy stuff in those far-from realistic zombie movies you would see on Netflix.

As the Audi rolled into the long driveway that leads to the compound, memories start to wash over Y/N. She remembers the first time she came here, a few weeks after she found out he was Spiderman, Peter brought her up one day to finally meet her all-time idol, who happens to be seated next to her at the present moment. She remembered crying when THE Tony Stark gave her a hug and crying even more when she met the rest of the crew. She remembered her first sleepover here with Peter when the Avengers were out on a mission, which was too dangerous for Peter to come along (much to his disappointment). She had been here a few times in the past few years, but every time she walks into the building and sees the world-famous superheroes, she can't help but lose her breath.

"Shall we greet the others?" Tony asks. Y/N wiped a tear that somehow slipped from her lashes and nodded. Tony guided her to the large conference room, where the remaining Avengers and some other recruits she didn't recognize were gathered, discussing plans on how to undo what happened. "Hey guys, brought a special guest with me. Some of you know her already."

Tony's voice gained everyone in the rooms attention. Y/N tried to give a small smile and waved a little. She didn't really want to talk since she knew her voice would sound like shit. Thor, who had been sitting off to the side with his head down looked up to see the girl. He had always been very fond of her and always liked when the 'Spiderling' brought her over for a movie night. He stood up, a smile adorning his face and walked over to her. Y/N knew that he smiled as she did, that he also suffered a great loss, but so did everyone else in the room.

"Lady Y/N! How good to see you again," Thor says with a smile as he shakes her hand with his two clasped tightly around her much smaller one, unintentionally shaking her whole body. She smiled up at him, saying her own quick hello. Y/N said hi to a few others that she recognized, Tony's wife Pepper, Rhodey, Natasha, Bruce, and Steve. She was also introduced to some new people, including a talking raccoon who goes by the name of Rocket, a blue robot alien who travelled with Tony named Nebula, and a flying glowing warrior woman from space called Captain Marvel. It was a very interesting scene, to say the least.

Y/N sat with Thor on the bench he was seated at earlier as she watched and listened to the discussion. They seemed angry and hopeless, discussing how they would get the infinity stones back. As they talked, Thor didn't try the make any discussion, just keeping his head down while seated beside the teenage girl, occasionally making small talk with her to defuse the growing awkward energy.

"Wait, sorry to interrupt," Y/N raises her voice for the first time. "But what do you mean the stones are gone. Surely there's got to be a way to track Thanos and find them. Those stones emit massive amounts of energy they have to be somehow traceable and when we find them we can take Thanos down and undo the snap."

"It's not that easy, Lady Y/N," Thor spoke beside her, standing up with her and placing a heavy hand on her shoulder.

"The stones are traceable, of course," Natasha spoke to her. "A few days after the snap there was another blast identical to the one that happened here a few weeks ago after Thanos snapped his fingers. When we went to trace it, we found Thanos, but he destroyed the stones."

"What?" Y/N said, squinting her eyebrows in confusion and closing her eyes, bringing up all the information she had on the stones. "But-but that's impossible! Those stones are the strongest elements in the universe, there's no way even he could destroy them!"

"That's what we thought too," Steve spoke. "But they weren't there, trust me. We're doing everything we can to ry and think of a solution, so why don't you just sit back down, try and relax-"

"You said you know where Thanos is," Y/N cut off the super soldier, to which he rolled his eyes and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Then go confront him, make him bring them back! There's got to be some way to undo it! What if-"

"Um, who invited the child to speak," Rocket said, yelling at the girl. "This isn't your place to talk princess! This is adult stuff!" Y/N looked the raccoon dead in the eyes, glaring him down as he did the same.

"I'm not a child," she said coldly, making her way towards him slowly. "And I have every right to speak, whenever I want to whoever I want and whatever I want."

"You don't have any idea what's going on around here!" He said, standing in his chair. "So no, you don't have any right to be talking about this, because you don't understand this! You're a kid!"

"If I didn't understand what was going on, I wouldn't have spoken up!" She screamed, now right in front of the talking creature. "I've done my research! I know about what happened! And I am going to do whatever it takes to bring everything back!"

"You weren't there! I didn't see you fighting against Thanos and his army!" Rocket yells back as the girl. "Unless you were out there doing something, I have no respect for you or what you say!"

"I didn't have to be there to go through what any of you did! I lost people too!" She yelled back, the two were standing so close that the yelling exchange made them almost deaf. "And I sure as hell don't need your respect! You're a talking animal for fuck's sake!"

"Enough!" Thor spoke, his voice booming as everyone turned their head towards him. Thor walked towards Y/N, spinning her around and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Thanos is dead. I killed him. There's no other way." Y/N's red face softened, her eyes going wide as her breath got caught in her throat. Y/N felt like she should have been happy at hearing that, she should have felt safe, knowing that justice was done to the man who had caused pain and suffering to not only herself but billions of others. But she felt a weight at the pit of her stomach, something that made her feel sick, telling her that this wasn't the time to feel relief.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head and backing away from the god. "No, no, no, that can't be true. He can't be dead he's like invincible," her voice grew louder with every syllable that left her chapped lips until she was turned around and yelling, Thor having to hold her back. "This can't be it! This can't be the end! There has to be some other way, please!" She fell to her knees and started to cry again. Tony pushed his way through the people, going to the girl and trying to calm her down the way he had just a few hours before.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he whispered, bringing her into a hug, hoping it would comfort her from the truth. "I'm sorry but this is it."

And all at once, he was gone again. All of that hope, that filled her lungs and rushed through her veins, disappeared just as fast as that half the universe.

READ PART 2 OF HOPE HERE

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