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The Sacrifice Of One Soul Could Lead To The Rebirth Of Another.
"It's okay, Tony." Said Pepper to her slowly dying husband. "You can rest now." She then leaned in to kiss his cheek.
Thanos came back. He had the Infinity stones. He was about to Snap all the Universe out of existence if it weren't for Tony taking the stones from him.
And he did The Snap himself. Effectively whipping Thanos and his army from existence. But it was too much for Tony.
All The Avengers came around Tony and Pepper, standing in silence for the loss of their friend.
The entirety of his right arm was burnt to a crisp. The right side of his face was unreasonable. He was too weak to move. Too weak breath. Too weak to live.
Tony was dying. His dad was dying.
And Peter couldn't do anything about it.
He was useless.
No.
NO!
There has to be something he can do!
Anything!
And then he spotted it.
Lying a few feet away, unnoticed by The Avengers, was The Infinity Gauntlet.
Peter knew that it was risky. That there was the possibility that he might die in the attempt. But anything would be worth trying at this point. He just had to save him.
Peter made a mad dash for the Gauntlet and was about to reach for it when something he didn't expect happened.
'I can help you.' Peter froze. Did the Gauntlet just speak?
No. It wasn't the Gauntlet, he can see now. It was The Soul Stone.
It was talking to him.
Peter turned to The Avengers to see whether they heard it too, but they looked like they haven't even noticed him running for the Gauntlet in the first place.
'I can grant you your wish.' It continued. 'I can bring him back. All for a price. A soul for a soul.'
In normal circumstances, Peter would've wanted to know the price, spending hours thinking about it, and maybe then laughing it off and say that he was going bananas and needed to sleep.
But now....... Peter was desperate.
"Anything." He whispered, fat tears running down his face. "I'll do anything. Just, please, bring me my dad back."
The Stone was silent for a moment, and Peter began to think that he was imagining it all, until.....
'I here by declare you, as my barer.'
Bright, orange light engulfed him. And he had to shut his eyes to tight that he began to see stars.
He felt like was thrown into Cyclone. And not only that, but he saw every thing that happened pin the past five years flashing in his eyes.
...... The Snap...... Tony almost dying in space..... Him and Pepper getting married.... Morgan.... The Avengers traveling back in time to bring every one back....Natasha's death.... Hulk reversing The Snap..... It all came to him so fast.
It was nauseating.
Then it all stopped. Everything was so still. Peter opened his eyes to see the most amazing sight he ever saw.
The sky was a collection of different shades of orange. He was standing on what looked like water, reflecting the orange sky (Honestly, he've never seen so much orange in his life). In other words, the view was simply breathtaking.
He felt something puls in his left hand. When did he even close it? He opened his hand to see The Soul Stone. Pulsing in time with his heartbeats, and he understood. This was the price. In order to bring back Tony, he must tie his soul with The Stone.
Then so be it.
Then he looked up to see what looked like a big Torri Gate. Standing in front of it was Tony, who looked like he was contemplating whether to cross over or not.
Peter knew, if Tony crossed that Gate, there's no bringing him back.
"Mr. Stark!"
Tony turned around, so fast that if he had real bones at the moment, they would've cracked loudly.
"Peter? Oh no. You're.... You're too young to die!" Peter ran to him, stopping only a few steps away.
"No, no! I'm not dead Mr. Stark! I'm here to bring you back!" A look of confusion settled on Tony's face.
"Bring me back? What do you...." He trailed off, seeing the stone in Peter's hand. "Oh, Kid. You didn't."
"But I had to! I had to bring you back!"
"But you can't bring back. I have to move on."
"Then what about us!" These words stunned Tony into silence. "What about The Avengers? What about Mrs. Stark? What about your daughter, Morgan?" Peter closed his eyes, missing the surprise look Tony had on his face. "... What about.... What about me?" He continued.
"I...I..." For the first time in years, Tony Stark was at a loss of word.
"Please, Mr. Stark," Peter extended his hand. "Come back to us." Tony looked at the outstretched hand, thinking. Welp. Here goes nothing. "Please..... Dad."
Tony looked at Peter in surprise, and Peter felt ashamed. He screwed this up. Tony would never come back with him now. Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut? Tony would never want a him as a son. Tony was way out of his league. He was about to let his hand fall, waiting for the rejection, only to find two hand holding his.
Peter looked up, to see Tony sporting the biggest softest smile he ever saw on his face with tears in his eyes. "You have no idea how long I waited for you to say that." and he hugged him for the second time that day. And, again, Peter felt nice.
Tony was coming back with him. He actually wanted him to call him dad. Peter was so happy. Tears, this time of happiness, streamed down his face.
"See you back there, Underoos."
"See you back there, Dad."
The Stone was pulsing so hard again his hand, just like his heart was attempting to burst out of his ribcage as they were both trusted back into rhe nauseating Cyclone. This time, though, Peter welcomed the feeling with opened arms.