Drabbles

Peter was a hardworking boy, amazing grades and saves people on the daily. Under Mr. Stark's mentoring, he makes his way down the hero path.

Maybe that's what prompted him to do this.

Or the fact that he's been gone for five years. 

No, it isn't. It's the fact that he wants to make his mentor proud. The fact that he wants to hear at least one "I'm proud of you," maybe an "I love you." It's a selfish reason.

He was in possession of the gauntlet, running and dodging aliens. 

He pulls the gauntlet through the battlefeild.

"KAREN! Activate instand kill mode!" He yelled, killing aliens who tried to come close. This is getting really close to my moral code.

All he wanted was for Mr. Stark to tell him he was proud. Then the gauntlet is in his hands. A thought ran through his mind. What if I snapped?

No, stop that Parker! It might kill you! His logical side of things told him. He rarely ever listened to that side, but he thinks that this might be a good time to.

But wouldn't Mr. Stark be proud if he did this?

That made both his sides quiet. Making up his decision he put his hand into the glove. Power and energy coursed through him and for a moment he blanked out. He snapped. Put Thanos and his army/those who want the same thing as him into the soul stone, and bring back those lost to the war and Thanos' reason.

"I hope I made you proud," he whispered as he fell.

"Kid!" Mr. Stark yelled, turning towards the boy. He flew over to Peter, resting him on rubble.

Peter blinked his eyes open. It was blurry. "Mr- Mr. Stark?"

"What were you thinking?! You might-might die. You can't go again." Mr. Stark scolded him. He sounded like he might cry. Peter frowned.

"Well, my logical side didn't protest my logic." Peter muttered, looking downwards to the gauntlet that was so large in his hand. "And my other side didn't say anything either. I thought it was fine..."

"What is that logic?" Mr. Stark asked.

"Did-" Peter coughed blood into his hand. He stared at it for a second. "Did I make you proud?"

After all, that is why he did it. No, it's not that he had superhealing and superstrength and radioactive blood that would make it so that he wouldn't get hurt. It's not his morals or some superhero self-sacrificing stuff. He just wanted to make his mentor proud.

"I was-am already proud of you." Mr. Stark trembled. Peter could see tears streaming down Mr. Stark's face. He wiped them away.

"Really?" He asked. "I-I'm getting tired Mr. Stark." He started to feel the heavy weight lift off his shoulders. His eyes stung with exhaustion.

"Kid, hold on. We have to get you to the doctors." Mr. Stark said.

He looked at his mentor's face. "Can't I nap a bit?" He whispered, and closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again, back at the orange realm.

"Where am I?" He asked himself.

A voice boomed. "Hello, Peter Benjamin Parker."

"Soul?" He asked, looking up at the sky.

"It is me. You have saved the universe. You could stay here in the afterlife with your family," he looked to his right to see his bio parents, Uncle Ben, everyone he's lost. "Or you could go back." He looked to his left and saw Mr. Stark, May, Ned, MJ, Uncle Rhodey.

"I-" Peter didn't know what to choose.

"Peter, you know the right decision." Uncle Ben said. "With great power comes great responsibility. We're all proud of you for what you've become."

Peter looked back at his friends, Aunt May, and Mr. Stark. "Yeah, right. Well, I hope to see you again." Peter said and ran over to his family.

The last thing he heard was, "not too soon I hope."

And he was gone.

Richard and Mary looked over at each other. "Well, he became a hero." Mary said.

"And he saved the universe." Richard added.

Ben looked at his brother and sister-in-law. "You both owe me three hundred." He told the two.

"Oh come on!"