Imagine Peter Parker being excited to see you when he gets home from Titan, after surviving the snap

Imagine Peter Parker being excited to see you when he gets home from Titan, after surviving the snap.

requested by: anon
a/n: this takes place in a wonderful universe at the beginning of endgame where peter never gets snapped!!

He just couldn’t wait to see you. Stuck together on Titan, Tony had told him more than once to shut up and, though Nebula had said very little, somehow he knew she wanted to end him. But eventually, as the food, water and oxygen began to wear thin, Tony stopped resisting the boy’s rambles.

He knew talking about you was really the only thing keeping him hopeful that he’d see Earth again, kept him from mourning those he saw disappear into dust. They’d sit together in the cockpit, drifting in unknown darkness, and Peter would just think out loud, his weak, gasping voice carrying the only warmth in the void of space. His smile would grow at the thought of how you instinctively tucked your hair behind your ear when you focused on your schoolwork, how you covered your mouth when you laughed. Oh, your laugh. That kept him alive.

Soon it came to it that Tony decided he wanted to meet you. You’d become such an image of survival to him, even if he didn’t know what you looked like. He promised himself he’d make sure Peter would see you, so when the food got scarce, he gave Peter his rations, just in case he could make it home.

And he did.

Thanks to a starwoman, the ship was taken home to Earth, and Peter, though physically incapable, was itching to see you. He’d ask about you while he was being tended to in the hospital, and blow up your phone.

He guessed that you must have been busy when you didn’t answer him right away - he knew you must have been worried. Why else wouldn’t you answer?

It wasn’t until they brought him the news of Aunt May that it ever occurred to him that Thanos’ powers worked on Earth too. Of course, it seemed obvious now that he knew, but his mind was too occupied with thoughts of you to even consider that you hadn’t made it.

But you hadn’t. 

Tony would hear his raw, heaving cries from his hospital room. Bedridden, with nurses urging him to stay where he lay, he couldn’t go to the devastated boy - but the way it wrenched his heart told him everything he needed to know. He knew what’d happened. 

And right then, with Peter’s cries fuelling the tear that slipped down his own cheek, he made a promise to himself. He’d bring you back. Whatever it took.

written by: archie