A Recoil and Impact one shot. I havenât totally forgotten about you lol
Summary:Â
âThe Asgardian is right. Â Donatello has a natural intuition when it comes to technology. Â A quality even I had not anticipated when I started their mutation.â
Rocket turns.
The turtle in blue offers the ghost of a smile. Â âI thought there wasnât any real intention behind our mutation. Â You know, besides making us great warriors.â
âTrue,â the other sighs. Â âBut I couldâve done more if Lou-,â he stops. Â âIt doesnât matter. Â Donatello is far more intelligent than any human on this planet. Â He can help get that ship in the air faster than-â
The other stops, his voice stalling, and the rest of the room follows. Â The silence lasts for a beat, maybe two before Nebula steps forward. Â âPut the gun down, Rocket.â
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or Rocket wasn't excepting to run into other animal experiments or their creator at the compound.
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Summary:Â Peter survives the Snap, and now it's up to him to bring the Vanished back to life.
Main Pairings: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Shuri
Read here on AO3 (@a_matter_of_loyalty)
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Chapter 3: Assembling the Team
Chapter Summary:Â Peter and Shuri meet up with the rest of the Avengers, time travel device in hand. They work a few details out.
Peter tries (and fails) not to freak out.
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Earth-199999: October 10, 2023
New Avengers Facility, New York
The next day, armed with a fully-functional Time Travel GPS and a newly improved shield for the good captain himself, Peter and Shuri boarded a quinjet and flew to the Avengersâ compound.
As soon as they landed, Peter hopped off the quinjet and headed towards Steve, standing alone outside the compound. âWell, donât you look awfully cheerful,â he quipped sarcastically as he neared the soldier. âFeeling stuck yet?â
Steve turned to him with a wry smile. âPlease tell me you came as reinforcement.â
âLet me guess,ââPeter rolled his eyesââsomeone turned into a baby.â
Steve nodded helplessly.
Peter snorted. âLuckily for you, I have just what you need.â He tossed Steve the working GPS, waited for Shuri to come to a stop beside him and hand him the shield, and then promptly held it out for Steveâs inspection. âLetâs get started, shall we?â
Steve stared.
âHe means, weâre here to save your collective asses,â Shuri added with a smirk. âSpeaking of âcollectiveâ, we should start rounding up the others. Weâve got Clint Bartonâs coordinates loaded up on the quinjetâs navigation system. Whereâs everyone else?â
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It turned out that Steve had already gathered Bruce, Rhodey, Nebula and Rocket together along with Natasha and Scott Lang.
With Natasha flying off to recruit Clint, that only left Thor and Carol in the wind. Bruce gulped, stepped forward, and volunteered to call in Thor with Rocket while everyone else started brainstorming ideas.
âGood luck.â Shuri waved at them. âWeâre going to need everyone on deck for this.â
âYeah,â Bruce agreed distractedly as he boarded Rocketâs spaceship, ignoring Rocketâs holler of hey, watch your step, man! I just got this upgraded, okay? âWeâll bring Thor back.â
Shuri nodded, staying outside to watch them depart. When she walked back into the compound, Peter flashed her a grim, determined smile.Â
âI left a message for Danvers,â he informed her. âIâm not sure when sheâll receive it, or if weâll even need her, but it never hurts to be preparedâand, well, if we want to be prepared then the strongest superhero alive is definitely a useful person to have at our back.â
âGood call,â Shuri agreed. âWhere are we at now?â
âWeâve pinpointed the general locations of the time, mind and space stones so far. Weâre waiting for everyone else to arrive,â Steve reported. âWeâre hoping Thor will be able to shed some light on the whereabouts of the reality stone.â
âAs for the other two...â Natasha started.
âRocket has more information on the power stone than I do, but I might be able to help with the soul stone,â Nebula spoke up.
Peter and Shuri exchanged a glance before Shuri nodded. âTell us everything you know.â
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Eventually, the elusive Clint Barton and Thor Odinson were returned to the compound with Natasha, Bruce and Rocket at the lead. Peter and Shuri called them over, having set up the device for a test-run.
One test-run later, Clint was heaving on the floor, a baseball glove clutched desperately to his chest. He looked up at them, tears and awe in his eyes, and nodded.
Natasha was instantly at his side, kneeling and rubbing his back comfortingly. âYouâre okay,â she soothed. âWeâre here.â
âI could hear her voice,â he said to Natasha, breathless. âI heard Lila.â
Natashaâs breath hitched.
Clint didnât have to elaborate for the rest of them. They knew, at once, what that meant.
The Time Travel GPS worked.Â
Hopes reaffirmed, Peter choked out a hysterical laugh and pulled Shuri into a one-armed hug. Aunt May, he thought, Mr. Stark. Weâre going to bring you back.
Just you wait.
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Test-run over and done with, they all regrouped in the common room.
Putting their heads together, they managed to locate the remaining stones and work out a timeline. Once they were done pinpointing the most opportune location of each infinity stone, they assigned tasks:
Thor, accompanied by Rocket (much to the latterâs apparent chagrin), would be responsible for procuring the reality stone from his home planet. Thor frowned, deep and conflicted, but did not complain.Â
(âHe lost everything, you know,â Bruce had told Peter, long ago. The explanation had come shortly after Peter returned to Earth, on the brink of death, having drifted aimlessly through space for weeks on end with depleting resources. He remembered spotting Thor, sitting quietly off to himself, head bowed under the weight of their failure. When he'd quietly asked Bruce if Thor was okayâbarely managing to contain his boundless excitement, because that was Dr. Bruce Banner, legendary scientist, he was talking toâBruce had looked unfathomably sad. âHe'd just lost his planetâhis homeâtoo, to a different enemy, mere moments before we encountered Thanos. As if that wasn't enough, Thanos took... everything from him. Thor had to watch his brother die, strangled to death at the Mad Titan's hand. His last living family member.â
At Bruce's solemn pronouncement, Peter's excitement at finally meeting his greatest heroes had quickly died down. They were all in mourning, after all. And losing the last of your family? That, Peter could relate to.)
(But Loki didn't die in the Snap. He won't be able to come back, Peter realized now, his heart sinking to his feet. No matter how this plays out, Thor won't get his brother back. He glanced back at Thor, who was still frowning, and fought the urge to stalk over and engulf Thor in a crushing hug. Thor deserved better.Â
But we rarely get what we deserve in life, and there won't be any gleeful family reunions in Thor's future, Peter thought with second-hand despair. If Thor stumbles across Loki in the past... it won't be with the hope that he'll get to have Loki in his life again. It'll be as a final goodbye.)
Nebula and Rhodey formed another pair; they would head to Morag to do a little thieving and steal the power stone from the older PeterâNebula was, evidently, thrilled by this; she grinned and said, barely audible, âI canât wait to give Quill a taste of his own medicine. He was an outlaw once, you know.âÂ
Meanwhile, Natasha and Clint were entrusted with the safe retrieval of the soul stone. Destination: Vormir. Of everyone, they were perhaps the most excited about the process of the time heist itself, practically bouncing with anticipation. Well, Clint was bouncing, at least. Natasha would never be caught dead bouncing giddily. Still, if one looked closely enoughâand Peter didâthey would be able to see the faintest hint of a smile curling Natashaâs lips. As dangerous as Vormir was according to Nebulaâs warnings, Clint and Natasha were almost eager to go; to them, this was just another mission, and as long as they were partnered together, they were satisfied.Â
(Natasha would never admit it aloud, of course, but Clint was her best friend. They were thick as thieves, in every sense of the saying. They had each otherâs backs.)
In fact, when they heard their task, the two immediately shared a conspiratorial smirk and a fist-bump. âWhat do you think, Nat?â Clint nudged her, and Peter saw his world-weary look soften slightly for the first time since heâd arrived, hair half-shaved and eyes haunted. âLike old times?â
Peter clearly wasnât the only one to notice Clintâs lightened demeanor, because Natasha smiled softly back at him, relief swarming in her eyes. âJust like old times,â she agreed, voice a mixture of fond and indulgent in the way she only ever was with Clint.Â
Peter thought back to Natashaâs intermittent voicemails over the last five years, interspersed over a few months at a time and ranging in topics from what if Iâm too late, what if he gave up, what if heâs already dead to there was another incident on the news: twelve dead, all with bounties on their head for the murder of a sixteen year old girl. I saw her obituaryâshe looked like Lila Barton would today, if Lila had been given the chance to grow up. It⊠it has to be him.
Peter shook his head and looked away. Natasha had finally found her best friend after five years of missing him, of looking for him in every nook and cranny of New York and then the rest of the states. He was happy for her, he was, but at the same time⊠it was hard not to envy her for it.
(Heâd get to see Ned again. He would. And the second he did, heâd wrap Ned up in a hug and never let go.)
(Heâd see all of them again.)
âThat just leaves the space, time and mind stones for the rest of us, then,â Steve concluded, and Peter shoved the memory of Nedâs ear-splitting grin into a locked vault. This wasnât the time. âThereâs five of us remainingâPeter, Bruce, Shuri and Scott, you guys are coming with me to New York. Right after Loki invades in 2012.â
âWhatâs the plan, Cap?â Peter asked seriously.Â
Steve gave them all an appraising look. âBruce,â he decided, âyouâre the calmest and most rational of all of us. Youâll speak with the wizard and try to persuade him into giving up the time stone willinglyâhopefully, youâll be able to get it without resorting to violence.â
Bruce looked strained. Youâre the calmest and most rational of all of us, Steve had saidâand heâd been right. But it was only true because Bruce had forced himself to learn how to be calm, at all times; heâd needed to be calm, lest he wanted to turn into a giant rage monster and obliterate everyone around him. Heâd since fixed that issue, of course, melding his two personalities into one comfortable compromise, but he hadnât forgotten how much heâd struggled with self-control. He hadnât forgotten the conflict that had plagued him for a large part of his life.
âActually,â Peter interjected, catching the unease in Bruceâs expression, âthey donât answer to âwizardsâ anymore. Apparently, the comparison to fake magicians of legends and fairy tales is a major insult. Who wouldâve guessed, right? Anyway, they prefer to go by Masters of the Mystic Arts, or so Wong tells me.â
Bruce smiled gratefully at Peter for the distraction, his discomfort fading by the second. Peter only winked at him. Having regained his composure during Peterâs nonsense blabberingâwhich nearly everyone had learned to tune out by now, save perhaps Lang going by the confusion on his faceâhe turned to Steve and cleared his throat, agreeing, âIâll reason with him.â
(Peter snorted. âNot to be a killjoy, but the guy I met was way beyond reasoning when it came to that stone,â he muttered under his breath. Everyone else ignored him.)
âAt the same time,â Steve continued, expertly side-stepping and sweeping a rug over Peterâs commentary, âPeter, Shuri, Scott and I will secure the space and mind stones. Weâll have to extract both before the Avengers from 2012 can hand them over to SHIELDâthat would be disastrous for obvious reasons.â
Scott nodded enthusiastically, eager to prove himself. âI wonât let you down, Cap,â he swore, lacking the bitterness and cynicism of the other heroes. He might not have had to live five years without Hopeânot like the rest of them had lived five years without the people they lovedâbut he could imagine their pain, and right now, it was enough.Â
âIâm sure you wonât,â Steve said with a smile. Scott beamed back at him, and Steve turned to Peter and Shuri. âWhat about you two? You guys got it?â
Shuri hesitated. She understood what had to be done, but⊠âIs this really the only plan you could come up with?â she bit out protectively, chancing a glance at her boyfriend. Peter was staring at Steve shell-shocked, face pale and drawn with fear. âShoving Peter directly into the path of Tony Stark? Have you already forgotten that Peter had to watch him die?â
Peter stumbled backwards as if struck, and Shuri shot him an apologetic look. He didnât even notice, too caught up in the echo of Peter had to watch him die.Â
Iâve had to watch him die a thousand times in the last five years, Peter thought, numbly. Iâve watched him die again and again and again. And each time, thereâs nothing I can do. Each time, I canât save him.Â
What good was it, being Spider-Man, when he couldnât even save the people he cared about? The people he loved? What good was it, if he just froze up uselessly when he was needed?
What good was he?
(Donât do this to yourself, kid, he heard Mr. Starkâs voice in the back of his head, an illusion of the man heâd tried to save. Donât do this.Â
Peter gritted his teeth. I deserve this, he thought. Because he did. No matter what anyone else said, no matter what anyone else tried to convince him of, he did deserve it. He deserved it because Mr. Stark had trusted him, had counted on him, had stared at him with hope burning brightly in his eyes and said youâre an Avenger now, kid with all the solemnity in the world, as if he was knighting Peter. Mr. Stark had put his faith in Peter, and Peter had failed him so utterly and completely.
Peter had failed, and it was Mr. Stark that paid the price for it. It was Mr. Stark that died because of it.
I deserve this, he told himself again.
No, you donât, that voice inside his head that sounded suspiciously like Tony Stark on three hours of sleep, like Aunt May when she caught him blaming himself for Uncle Benâs death, like Shuri when she found him huddled into a ball in one corner of the lab, argued. It sounded like solace. Donât you dare blame yourself for this, kid.
Yes, I do. He deserved to be punished. Maybe Spider-Man believed in second chances, maybe Spider-Man gave out second chances, but Peter Parker didnât deserve a second chance.Â
Except. Except, except, except.
Heâd been given one anyway. He had a second chance in his grasp, and heâd never forgive himself if he let the universe down a second time because he was too much of a coward to face the hero heâd already let down once before.
He had to do it.)
Steve grimaced, his face settling into a horrified expression. Admittedly, he hadnât thought of that, too blinded by the thought of getting his friends back to realize how this would affect Peter. It brought him immeasurable shame, now, to realize what heâd done. He was supposed to be Captain Americaâhe was supposed to embody morality and righteousness. Where was his virtue now? âShuriââ
âPeter still hasnât gotten over his death, Cap,â Shuri snapped, and her voice was indignant yet sad at the same time. Regretful, Steve realized. âSurely, there has to be something else Peter can do. A job that doesnât put him face-to-face with the mentor he lost. Because I know I sure as hell wouldnât be able to handle seeing my brother in the past, not whenââ she faltered, stumbling to an abrupt halt as she realized what sheâd been about to say: not when our success isnât certain yet. She swallowed down the doubtsâsaying it would make it realâand finished, instead, âNot when he hasnât become the brother I remember yet.â
Steve nodded, chastised. âYouâre right,â he sighed. âPeter, what do you want toââ
âIâll do it,â Peter interrupted, stopping Steve in his tracks. Behind his back, out of sight from everyone else, his hands were clenched into fists, fingernails digging so deep into his skin that his palm bled. âItâs fine. I can take it. I can face Mr. Stark. I can.â I have to.Â
He was Spider-Man, after all. He was an Avenger, now. A hero. He couldnât freeze up again.
Steve frowned. âBut you donât have to,â he insisted. âI shouldnât have assigned you to the Battle of New York, Iââ
âI can do it,â Peter repeated, pleaded.Â
âPeterâŠâ Shuri whispered.
Peter bit his lip and gave her a small, firm nod. âItâs okay, Shuri,â he reassured, but the quiver in his voice belied his words. He spoke of conviction, but none of that selfsame conviction was reflected in his appearance. âIâll be okay. Itâs been five years.â
Yeah, Shuri thought. Five years, and I havenât gotten over my brotherâs death. âFive yearsâ doesnât mean youâre obligated to be fine about it. None of us have moved on. ButâŠ
âAre you sure?â she asked, in lieu of protesting further. Peter, after all, was the strongest person she knew. If anyone could handle facing their long-lost mentor with elegance, it was Peter Parker. And if he canât, Iâll be there to hold him up above the water. I wonât let him fall.Â
âIâm sure,â he insisted firmly. He focused on Steve Rogersâon Captain America, who heâd once looked up to as an idol before heâd finally met him and realized he was just as flawed and human as the rest of them. After that, Peter had stopped idolizing him and started seeing him as a teammate, a friend. âLet me do it, Cap,â he implored.
Peter wasnât surprised when Steve gave in. As much as he was sure Steve was worried about him, he was even more sure that Steve wanted his friends back most of all. Steve had been forced to live without Bucky Barnes once before, after all. It was clear to anyone that he wasnât willing to go through that again, for any longer.
They all had their priorities. Bucky was Steveâs.
âFine,â Steve allowed. âBut you need to stick to the plan, got it? No surprises.â
âSurprises? Me?â Peter smiled cheekily, jumping at the opportunity to bring them all back to more lighthearted topics. âNever.â
Steve just snorted disbelievingly and pointed an accusing finger at him. âI know you, Queens,â he simply said, which was code for: youâre a rebellious little shit. Which, okay, fair.
Peter rolled his eyes. âYeah, yeah, fine. I get it. No surprises. I swear.â When Steve looked unconvinced, Peter held up three fingers and reaffirmed, âRelax, I wonât cause you any problems. Scoutâs honor.â
âNice try. I know you were never a boy scout,â Steve pointed out, deadpan.
âAnyhoo!â Peter swiftly changed subject, ignoring Steveâs indignant spluttering as he moved on. âWe all have our assignments. We all know what we have to do, and we all know the stakes,â Peter carried on, rubbing his hands together, and Steve let it go as the team dutifully gathered into a loose huddle. âWe have one chance to make this work. One. Letâs make it count.â
âWe will,â Steve said, confidently. It was all he saidâall he had to sayâbut Peter heard the unspoken words nonetheless: We have to.
Peter caught Steveâs eye amidst the rest of the team and nodded, once, in acknowledgement. They had too much on the line to fail now. The universe was counting on them.
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âPeter,ââNatashaâs quiet voice drew his attention away from Shuri and Bruce as they prepped the time travel device, and he glanced back to find her approaching him with swift, purposeful stepsââI just wanted to sayâŠâ she started, her voice sinfully rich. (Like the blood sheâd worked so hard to scrub off her ledger over all these years, Peter couldnât help but think.) âThank you. For taking a chance. For doing all of this.âÂ
There was something heart-stopping, Peter mused, about being thanked by a former master assassin. Heâd never once doubted, of course, that the Snap took from everyoneâthat the Snap stopped everyoneâs world. But it was different, witnessing Natashaâs gratitude. She was Natasha Romanoff, after all; the infamous Black Widow, peerless and unparalleled in her line of work.Â
Untouchable.
Heâd never heard her say âthank youâ before.
(He didnât want to hear it now, not for this.)
âDonât mention it,â he brushed off with a small but genuine smile. He hesitated, considered her carefully, and then smiled wider. âYou were right. We have to make a stand.â
Quietly, beautifully, Natasha Romanoff smiled at him. Her smile was breathtaking and heartbreaking all at onceâher smile, Peter thought, marked her expression like a jagged scar, hopeful but cautious, wary.
Peter swallowed a flare of pity (he knew Natasha Romanoff would balk at the thought of anyone pitying her) and adamantly did not ask which wound left it behind.
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Peter jumped in surprise, and Natasha silently slunk off, when Bruce announced that they were ready. He calmed himself down â breathe in, breathe out, youâve got this, this is going to work â and rejoined the rest of his teammates.
He was numb as he listened to Steve take center-stage and deliver one of his infamous pep-talks with an ease Peter could only dream of possessing. Shuri came up beside him, eyes hard and determined, and Peter felt the nerves stirring in his gut settle slightly.
âYou ready?â Shuri whispered out of the corner of her mouth, even as her eyes never left Steve.
Peter managed a faint smile for her. Not in the slightest, he thought privately to himself. And then, because he knew Shuri would get itâget himâhe shook his head and repeated the same thing aloud.
Shuri only nodded in understanding, demeanor void of any judgement. âMe, too,â she whispered, and when Peter looked at her closerâreally looked at herâhe could see a hint of trepidation beneath the layer of confidence. Before he could say anything, Shuri slipped her hand into his and squeezed tightly. âBut itâll be fine, right? Weâre in this together.â
The truth was, Peter had no idea if it would be fine. Who could tell if this would all work out for the better? But he thought of Mr. Starkâs eyes locked on his as he faded away into nothing, and of Shuriâs desperation and guilt, and he pushed away the unsettling uncertainty. Shuri needed him to be strongâthey all did.
âOf course,â he said, squeezing back. And despite his residual fear, he found that he meant it. âTogether. Iâve got your back.â There was no one else heâd rather traverse the space-time continuum with.
âLikewise,â she murmured, and the promise in her voice rang loud and clear in Peterâs ears, beyond even Steveâs reassurances a few feet away.Â
Eventually, Steveâs voice died down as his motivational speech came to its conclusion. Peter and Shuri stepped forward, closing the gap in the circle of heroes, and Bruce began his countdown.
âThreeâŠâ
Peter looked down at Shuriâs fingers interlocked with his, as if they were each otherâs lifelines, and closed his eyes. Please donât let me lose anything else, he begged, a whispered prayer. Whether he was praying to some deity in the heavens, or to his own strength and will, he wasnât sure. Please let me have what it takes to keep her safe.
âTwoâŠâ
He opened his eyes when he felt her gaze on him. She stared at him intently, as if aware of his train of thought, and mouthed one more time: Together.
Together, their commitment echoed in his mind. Always together.
Theyâd get through this together. Theyâd protect each other.
Together, theyâd get the stones and reverse the worst moment of both their lives. Theyâd restore the universe to its rightful balanceâtheyâd restore their universe. Theyâd come out on the other side of this victorious, with Mr. Stark, with Aunt May, with TâChallaâwith everyoneâback.
Theyâd win. (Together.)
âOne.â
(Weâre in this together.)
Peter gulped in a sharp breath as his world burst into color, his vision tunneling as he felt the floor drop out from beneath his feet. The real world melted away around him, and Peter felt himself fly.Â
(And all the while, Peter held on tight to Shuri.)
post snap romanogers prompt pls! a little angsty from the start then fluff in the end and please include a bruce/natasha closure (not many people write about them) angsty but fluff all the way!
+Â Detailed Romanogers Endgame Trailer please maybe add a plot twist (secretly a couple or married) we need a lot of these!
omg hello anon(s), sorry this took so long! too much schoolwork!! i wanted to get this out before endgame so please enjoy this! + the two prompts were very similar so i decided to combine them! THANKS for the prompts!Â
Title: where else would i be?
Relationship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff
They might be heroes, but theyâre still just human after all. Steve and Natasha deal with the aftermath of the snap.
angst, post-IW, i tried to put as much fluff as i can in respect to the current situation
Steve woke up, his chest heaving, and covered in sweat. He sat up abruptly, feeling the world spin around him. Digging the heels of palm into his eyes, he rested his back on the headboard and weakly peered an eye open to look at the time. 3:27 am. His face felt sticky and swollen - probably from all the crying and lack of sleep as they tried to comprehend what just happened. So it wasnât just a dream, he thought. Itâs been less than 36 hours since the âSnapâ, as they ruefully call it. In just a literal snap, Steveâs life came tumbling. He lost Bucky, again, Sam, and so much more. They lost half the universe. They lost. If only he- Steve shook his head. He couldâve done so much to prevent Thanos, but alas, it wouldnât have been enough. His own efforts werenât enough.
Sighing deeply again, he looked down on the lump next to him. Natasha looks so peaceful when she sleeps, though her forehead was scrunched up, just like she was thinking in a mission or sheâs upset about something. Steve reached down and gently rubbed the crease in her forehead, making her more relaxed in her sleep. Despite everything, Steve let out a small smile, and slowly stood up the bed, trying to make less sounds and movements as possible as to not wake her. This has been the first time they all had actual sleep since they went to Edinburgh to get Wanda and Vision.
He made his way to the kitchen to drink some milk. It took him multiple times to get the right switch on - heâs stayed at TâChallaâs for numerous times already but his mind is just not with him that time. It felt weird, walking around Wakanda like this, especially knowing that heâs partially responsible for bringing the fight here. Although no one has outright said it, Steve does blame himself for that. He underestimated Thanos and his mission, but he just couldnât bare the thought of losing Vision if thereâs a way to save him. He didnât want Wanda to lose that one thing thatâs helping her stay sane, he-. Steve stopped his thoughts in its tracks. He just knew that he has to make this right and that he has a lot of apologizing to do.
Steve took the glass of warm milk with him and stood by the window overlooking Wakanda. Itâs dark so there isnât much to see, but still, through the fog, he can see it - the destruction, the fightâs after effects. He shut his eyes tightly, took a sip of milk, and focused on happy memories. He stood here with Bucky when he was first out of cryo - helping him remember who he is, talking about the good olâ days. When he got to talk to his best friend about the 1930s like it was just yesterday.
Steve sniffed, feeling a whole new wave of emotion about to overtake him. That was until he felt two arms around his waist, hands clasped on top of his abdomen. He felt Natasha rest her head on his back and heard her inhale deeply. âPlease donât leave me,â her voice was quiet, but it resonated in the dark room, and Steveâs heart ached. The rest of the team - those of them who are left - had an unspoken rule of not leaving each other alone. They were scared, paranoid even, since they werenât sure if that elimination of the snap was really over. Seeing someone they love disappear in front of their eyes, and into literal thin air, has been really traumatizing.
Steve set the glass down on the windowsill and turned around to envelope Natasha in his arms. She settled into him, her body fitting perfectly against his. She buried her face in his chest and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Steve used his thumb to gently rub circles on her back, a motion that he noticed really helped calm her down.
âIâll never, ever, leave you,â he whispered, kissing the top of her head. He remembered the moments after the snap, seeing Bucky turn to dust in front of him and Vision into a lifeless machine. He remembered the panic that numbed him, not knowing where Natasha was. But he was paralyzed, unable to move and comprehend what really happened. He wanted to run, to scream for her name just to make sure that sheâs alive, but he couldnât. And only when Natasha ran back to them - to him - that he felt that he actually lived. Steve could feel the remnants of that sheer panic and he hugged her a little bit tighter because even now, heâs still thanking his lucky stars that he has her in his arms.
â
âI thought I lost you too,â Steve broke the silence between them. They went back to their room after Steve finished his milk but neither of them could sleep.
âHm?â Natasha hummed, blinking her eyes sleepily. She was curled into his side, his arms around her. She feels a little bit warm from the heat heâs emitting but she learned to get used to it, and besides, he feels like a very warm comfortable blanket.
âAfter the snap. I didnât see you right away and I got scared,â Steve explained, voice low. Natasha peeks up at him. His eyes are glued to the ceiling but heâs absentmindedly playing with her. Even in the darkness, she could still make out the sparkle in his eyes and the threat of tears that come with them.
Natasha stayed silent, not really knowing what to say. She felt the same thing - fear, panic, and everything in between. But this is the first time Steve opened up about what happened. They spent the past days and a half scouring for ways to undo the snap, for ways to fight Thanos. Doing damage control, looking for people. There was no time for emotional talks, although everyoneâs puffy and red eyes do speak for themselves.
âWhen Bucky disappeared⊠I lost him again⊠Then so many more followed, and I-â Steveâs voice broke and he cleared his throat. âAnd I thought you were one of themâŠâ he continued. He shifted, flinging an arm over his eyes. Natasha pressed a soft kiss on his chest but, her reminder that sheâs still there. âI was so scared and a million thoughts flew through my mind but my main focus was you, Nat, I couldnât lose you. Youâre the most important person in my life and god knows what Iâll do if you were one of them.â Natashaâs heart ache and she teared up at that.
She sat up and propped herself on top of Steve, her elbows on either side of him, holding herself up. He moved his arm away from his eyes and she cupped his face with both hands, her thumbs brushing away his tears. âSteve, Iâm here, Iâll never leave you,â she assured him and leaned down to kiss him.
Steve smiled into the kiss and Natasha felt him relax under her. She pulled back for a little bit to rest her forehead over his and closed her eyes. âGood, because I canât live without you.â
Natasha let out a small chuckle, pecking his lips one more time. âGod youâre cheesy.â
âIâm just being honest,â Steve reasoned. Natasha shifted and lowered herself so she can once again use Steveâs chest as a pillow. She learned this is the best place to be if she wants to sleep well, especially when they were at uncomfortable motels after missions.
âYouâre always honest,â she mumbled, hoping Steve would catch her point. And judging by the way his chest vibrated from his laugh, sheâs certain that he did.
â
The next day was planned to be a lowkey day. Instead of spending it by crazily trying to figure out the move against Thanos, they decided to try a calmer approach. Besides, they were waiting for Furyâs âcontactâ, whoâs supposed to arrive soon. They hope.
Natasha and Steve decided to take a break from monitoring Thanosâs actions by playing video games on the couch in the living room. Although there were enough couches for the two of them to comfortably sit in, they just had to be attached at the hip in one couch, with Natasha practically tucked under Steve. Their legs are tangled together and stretched out in front of them as their focus are on their games. They were giggling to themselves and completely in their own bubble.
Rhodey and Okoye were drinking coffee by the kitchen islanda and watching the two of them. Okoye then looked at Rhodey with raised eyebrows, tipping her mug towards the two, as if to ask, âwhatâs with them?â but Rhodey just shrugged. He suspected there might be something going on there but he was never exclusively told so. However, the scene in front of him gives him more than enough evidence to prove his conclusion.
Bruce walked in the room, having just woken up, and rubbing his eyes. He stopped halfway in and stared at Steve and Natasha, who were both engrossed in their game that they didnât notice the doctor sauntering in. Rhodeyâs eyes widened at seeing Bruce all but stare at the couple on the couch. He looked plastered in his place and Rhodey internally winced. âDoctor Banner, youâre up!â He called out, which seemed to snap Banner out of staring at the two.
He saw Steveâs and Natashaâs head shoot up and scan the room, eyes landing on Bruce four feet away from them. The room stilled and an awkward silence came upon them. Okoye looked between Bruce, Natasha, and Steve and frowned. She had a weird feeling about thisâŠ.
âCare to have some breakfast? You could just let us know what you want and one of the chefs, uh, I mean, the chef can make it,â Rhodey offered, breaking the silence. Bruce looked at him, and blinked, looking confused.
âU-uh, y-yeah, yeah, um, give me a second, I forgot something in my roomâŠâ Bruce trailed off and went back through the way he came in.
Steve and Natasha looked at each other quietly. Rhodey watched them intently, knowing that the two are having some kind of freaky telepathic conversation that people who know each other well seem to be able to do. After a few more moments of starring, Natasha untangled herself from Steve and stood up, following Bruce, as Rhodey can only assume. Steve looked at him and Okoye, ears turning red, and offered them a sheepish smile. Rhodey smiled back and took a sip of his coffee, making a face at Okoyeâs confused look.
âNatasha knocked on Bruceâs open bedroom door, seeing him pace back and forth into the room. âUh, hey Bruce, can we talk?â
Bruce all but jumped up in surprise, blinking at her for a second before nodding wordlessly. He sat on the edge of his bed and Natasha looked around, grabbing a chair and setting it in front of him for her to sit on. She would sit next to him but⊠awkwardâŠ.
âUm, I know itâs been a while, and the last I saw you you were, uhâŠâ Natasha trailed off, looking at him and hoping for him to continue, but Bruce can only nod. âYeah.. and we looked for you but we just couldnât find you. Tony has worked tirelessly to track the quinjet but it seemed like you just disappeared.â
Bruce cleared his throat and let out a puff of hair. âOh.. yeah. Um. The quinjet brought me to Sakaar,â Natasha furrowed her brows in confusion and Bruce waved a hand, âlong story, I can explain later with Thorâs help.â
âOkay⊠well, you know, um, thatâs been kind of a few years ago. Steve and I trained the New Avengers. Then eventually, I think you kinda know about how Tony and Steve had a fallout, and long-story short, the team broke up, Steve, Sam, and I went rogue, fighting the battles that the team should be fighting, but couldnât. And you know⊠in the process of it,â Natasha glanced at Bruce, who was staring intently at her, but she looked away again, âSteve and I⊠got together.â
Natasha looked back at Bruce, trying to judge his reaction. He remained speechless, but he smiled after a while. âWait, were you scared of telling me this?â he asked. Natasha frowned and shrugged. âNat, hey, I know we had aâŠâ he paused, trying to look for the right words, âthing. But thatâs okay, itâs in the past. I know you all thought I was dead. It would be selfish of me to ask for you to wait. Iâm glad you moved on, and with Steve too. I can tell he might have had feelings for you since back then.â Bruce explained.
Natasha processed what he just said and blinked at him. âReally?â she asked, to which Bruce nodded. âWow,â she blew out a breath and chuckled. âI thought youâd be upset.â Bruce shook his head.
âLike I said, itâs been a while. You guys are my friends, my family, of course I wouldnât be upset.â he reassured. They stood up and gave each other a brief hug before walking back to the living room.
Once there, they found Thor and Rocket already awake, eating breakfast at the table with Rhodey and Okoye. Steve was taking something out from the fridge and he glanced at Natasha and Bruce and back to her. He raised his eyebrows and she gave him a smile, in which he reciprocated towards her and Bruce.
Natasha sat down on the seat across from Thor, and Steve took the seat next to her shortly, after preparing her coffee and setting it down in front of her. She took it and gave him a thankful smile. Steve reached for the bread basket in front of them and put a freshly toasted bagel on Natashaâs plate as she sips her coffee and checks the message she just received.
Steve just finished putting cream cheese on one of the slices of Natashaâs bagel and was reaching for the other one when Thor, who was quietly chewing on a piece of plain bread rolls, let out a noise. âHmm.â Natasha and Steve looked up at the people around the table. Being so engrossed in their own routine - their own world - they didnât notice that the small chatter died down and everyone was looking at them. Thor narrowed his eyes and looked back-and-forth between the two, âHow long have you been fancying each other?â he bluntly asked.
Steve looked at him with wide eyes but Natasha just smiled. âItâs been a while,â she answered calmly.
Thor thought about it for a moment before nodding wisely to himself and grinned. âI like it!â
Steve smiled shyly and glanced at Natasha, meeting her eyes. They could hear each other thinking, We like it, too.
[no one asked for this, of course, but I really do need that small shot of serotonin Iâll get from posting this bit from the next chapter of 14,000,604...]
Stephen and Hope finished their day together, quietly numbering the stars from the vantage of the Sanctum roof; they lay on their backs, holding hands once again.  Stephen had conjured a cushiony pallet big enough for the two of them, and a soft, fleecy blanket to cover it---inadvertently fashioning it after a comfy, tartan coverlet that had kept him warm on many a chill autumn night in his youth, while the wind had sent fingers of cold through the chinks in the eaves that lay above his farmhouse bedroom.  Heâd really just intended to see to Hopeâs comfort, there on the roof, coming to realize only after he had left that timeline behind him, how much that simple choice showed how entwined she had become for him, with his need for comfort.  With his elemental need to finally find his wayâŠhome.
Like an echo of that first evening on the day they had met, they had first watched as the sun set in a glory of color. Already the usual haze of pollution over a metropolis of more than eight million souls had begun to thin, with so many people gone, and so many vehicles and businesses out of the equation, making the colors far more vibrant than either Hope or Stephen had seen during their time living in the city. Â They did not speak of this sobering fact, trying to enjoy the beauty without thinking about the wicked thorns that came along with it. Â Instead, Stephen regaled her with the quirkiest anecdotes of his lesser adventures, allowing the music of her pretty laughter to fill him to the brim, until it was dark enough for the bright pinpoints of the stars to spark above them...
@stormweatheredâ wanted something a bit more obscure:
The taste of sunlight.
   It was a beautiful day, which seemed completely absurd in the wake of the mysterious event that had thrown the entire world for a loop. To this very day, John still hadnât a bloody clue what had happened. He hadnât felt anything but a ripple of power, a sensation there and gone. It had brought John to his knees, and afterward everything had just felt wrong.Â
   They said millions of people had just vanished. There were stories from those that had watched their loved ones disintegrate before their very eyes. Even on live TV, apparently anchors and celebrities had become particles on the wind. John had been far from civilization that day, holed up in a shack in the Outback, sleeping off his latest jaunt to Hell. Funny how frequent theyâd become since Cheryl had died. He never tried to convince her to come back with him, but sometimes he just needed to see her again. Maybe to remind her that he was so much more than the sum of the parts heâd given to his daemonic twin. Of course, it was never a walk in the park , but he would sell his soul a thousand times over just to spend a minute with his sister.
   In Sydney, over a pint in an half empty bar, the bartender had updated him on everything that heâd been missing. It had taken him over a week to get back to London. Heâd found Chas among the land of the living, drowned in the bottom of the bottle having lost his daughters and Renee to the event. John still didnât know what had happened to Gemma, and resigned himself to being the last living Constantine after several long months of fruitless searching. If he couldnât find someone -- They were either deliberately trying to hide from him, likely using magic to obfuscate their location or off the entire bloody planet.
   Time marched on. After the initial chaos wound down, society at large was trying like hell to move on. People went back to work, school, and shops returned to business as usual. On sunny days like this, it all seemed like some cruel joke. Every day should be overcast and dismal. John didnât feel right about seeing the little memorials that still lined the sidewalks in the stark daylight. He didnât spend much time at the corner store, just enough to pick up a six pack, carton of fags, and some food stuffs. Ironically, one good things had come from this -- John had been slowly learning to cook for himself. Dining out had just become entirely too expensive.
   Heâd been living in the same flat for some years now. Usually he would have moved onto a new one by now. It was less a matter of wanderlust and more due to his tendency of getting drawn into some mad situation that left a residence empty for months at a time and rent unpaid for just as long. Heâd made an arrangement with his current landlord to pay by the year rather than the month. Heâd been sceptical until John had handed him the well over ten thousand pounds in cash the day heâd moved in. When you had a lover that tended to pull disappearing acts for lengthy periods of time, John thought it was best for him settle down. Though Thor had once boasted that heâd be able to find him no matter where he went, John didnât see any reason to make it any more difficult than necessary.
   A block from his flat he saw a figure in the distance turning away from the front door as though heâd been waiting and decided to try again later. The man was massive and any momentary suspicion was squashed as John drew closer. Making out his profile, he began to walk faster, not quite able to run with his parcels he took wide steps on long legs.Â
    âNo no no no no no no no no no no,â John chanted with each step. He was expecting Thor to shout at the sky at any moment, entreating passage back to Asgard. He found his voice as he began to really and truly walk away. âDonât go! Fâgodâs sake, darling, âm here!â When he stopped and turned, there was some strange look on his face. John couldnât read it, but at that moment he didnât give a shit. All he knew was that he was overwhelmed with relief and more than a little bit concerned. Thor had clearly been through a hell of an ordeal since last heâd seen him. He was missing an eye and his hair had been shorn. For as nice the latter part of the look was on him, he knew damned sure that it hadnât been any choice Thor would have made for himself.
   Glass clattered and crashed on the pavement as emotion superseded reservation. John ran to him because he was so goddamned tired of struggling and searching and being the strong one. He wanted to mourn Gemma, he wanted to mourn the loss of thousands, even if they were strangers, but more than anything he just wanted him. He had never truly believed that he was gone like some others, but it had been a fear nagging at him. Throwing arms around Thor he didnât say another word, just pressed closer than they usually did in public. In this moment, John truly doubted Thor would protest.
Five years ago, it was Tony Stark, not Peter Parker, who vanished in the Snap. Having lost his aunt, his mentor and his best friends, Peter is left to navigate the world and make a new life for himself.
Now, five years later, Peter has found his place in the world. But when Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff come knocking on his door, a surprise and a new plan in tow, Peter must confront the hope of reversing the tragedy that killed the people he loved and unraveled his old life.
OR: Peter survives the Snap, and now it's up to him to bring the Vanished back to life.
Main Pairings: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Shuri
Read here on AO3 (@a_matter_of_loyalty)
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Chapter 1: A New Hope
Five years after the Snap...
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Earth-199999: October 8, 2023
Kingdom of Wakanda, East Africa
Peter stumbled out of his and Shuriâs shared bedroom, hair still messy from sleep. He rubbed the exhaustion out of his eyes and yawned, making his way to the kitchen from memory.
He blinked when he found Ramonda already there, cracking eggs over the stove. âMorning, Umama,â he greeted.
âPeter, darling, youâre up!â Ramonda replied brightly without turning around, swiftly cracking open two more eggs before discarding the shells in a nearby bin. She finally whirled around to face him, grabbing a glass of juice off the counter and quickly pressing it into his hands. âHere, drink up.â
Peter gave her a grateful smile. âThanks, Umama,â he said absentmindedly, bringing the glass to his lips and sipping. âWhereâs Shuri?â
Ramonda rolled her eyes. âThe lab, of course,â she answered without missing a beat. âWhere else?â
Peter snorted. âRight, right, what was I thinking?â he joked back good-naturedly, laughing.
Ramonda grinned and took the glass out of his hands once heâd finished gulping down his juice. âGood boy,â she teased, and then made a shooing motion with her hands. âNow go get that restless daughter of mine and tell her the foodâs ready.â
âSure thing, Umama,â he said, turning back the way he came from. He navigated through the seemingly endless halls of the Wakandan palace and eventually found himself in front of his and Shuriâs shared lab.
He pressed his palm onto the pad on the door and waited patiently for his primary AI, APRIL, to authorize him. A second later, the doors slid open without a sound and he strode inside.
âShuri!â he called.
âIn here!â Shuriâs muffled voice came from somewhere inside the lab.Â
Peter rolled his eyes and made his way through the organized chaos of the lab, ducking under certain hanging objects and side-stepping other objects. He finally found Shuri crouched before a suit he recognized as her latest design for her superhero personaâcodename: Wildcatâand crossed his arms over his chest.
âCome on, Shuri,â he urged. âYour mom made breakfast.â
Shuri grunted, tugging uselessly at a shard that had lodged itself into one of the suitâs joints during her latest mission. âWhoââshe panted, craning her neck upwards to squint at himââneeds breakfast?â
Peter sighed fondly. He gently pushed her to the side and knelt before the suit, wrapping one hand around the shard and effortlessly yanking it out in one swift pull. He dropped it onto the ground and turned to Shuri with one raised eyebrow. âYou do,â he answered.
Shuri scowled at him. âI hate it when you remind me of how much stronger than me you are,â she complained.
He rose up to a stand and ushered her away from the suit. âWell,â he started, grinning at her out of the corner of his eye, âmaybe if you ate your breakfast like a healthy teenager, youâd be strong enough to do that, too.â
She rolled her eyes, clearly unamused. âShut up,â she grumbled, but notably did not protest as he tugged her closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. âYouâre so annoying.â
Peter smiled smugly and hummed, not bothering to protest her description of him even as she betrayed her own statement by leaning her head against his chest.
âAnnoying but right,â he countered.
Shuri snorted but let him have the last word, quietly enjoying his presence as they walked together towards the kitchen.
By the time they arrived, Ramonda had already set up the table, with eggs, bacon and French toast neatly spread out in the center. She looked up, took one look at the sight of her daughter tucked under Peterâs arm, and hid a pleased smile.
âI made your favorite,â she addressed her daughter, âso I better see you eat up.â
Shuri took a seat across her mother. âBacon is everyoneâs favorite, Umama,â she pointed out as Peter sat down beside her. âPeter can vouch for that.â
âYou are not allowed to foist your portion on Peter,â Ramonda scolded. âI made enough for the both of you.â Shuri frowned, but Ramonda refused to be swayed, leveling a stern gaze at her daughter. âYou need to take better care of yourself, Shuri.â
Shuri muttered incoherently under her breath.
Ramonda pointed a spoon at her. âDo I need to make Peter feed you?â
Peter burst out laughing while Shuri flushed and immediately helped herself to a generous helping of bacon and eggs, refusing to spare her mother another glance.
Ramonda winked at Peter, who merely shook his head in amusement and started on his own food.
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As soon as Shuri finished breakfast, she pushed the plate away and leapt out of her seat. âIâm going back to the lab!â she told them both, beginning to back out of the kitchen.
âNo, youâre not.â Ramonda frowned severely. âYouâre in that lab every waking hour of every day, Shuri. If I let you, I bet youâd even sleep in that lab.â She graciously ignored the sheepish look that immediately graced her daughterâs face, letting her know that Shuri had definitely slept some nights in the lab, her orders be damned. âYou need to take a break.â
âI donâtââ
âYes, you do,â Ramonda cut her off firmly. âSpend the day outside for once. Iâm sure Peter would love to take you to his gardens.â
Shuri stifled a sigh. âI need to get back to inventing, Umama,â she protested. âI still have at least a dozen weapons to upgradeâI canât afford to take a break.â
âOf course you can.â Her mother refused to give in. âNothingâs going to go wrong if you take a day for yourself. Thatâs all Iâm asking for. One day,â Ramonda implored, her voice softening and growing tender with affection and benevolence. âYou havenât let yourself have a day off in years, Shuri.â
âBecause Wakanda needs me to ensure its safety, not slack off, Umama!â Shuri snapped, fists clenched. âI need to improve our techâto upgrade our defenses! If I donâtââ
âYou are not solely responsible for the safety of our nation, sweetheart,â Ramonda interrupted gently, eyes strict but not unkind.
Shuri flinched. âThatâs where youâre wrong,â she bit back. âI am the Queen of Wakanda. My people are depending on meââ
âBut youâre not alone,â Ramonda reminded. âLet us help you shoulder the burden, Shuri. Stop putting everything on yourself. You have so many people willing to help you. At the very least, let your family in. I know for a fact that Peter would be more than glad to aid you if you werenât so adamant in pushing him away all the timeââ
Peter froze and slumped in his chair, resisting the urge to bury his face in his food. âPlease donât involve me in your argument,â he begged.
âWhich is exactly why I need to be able to help all of you in turn,â Shuri pointed out, generously ignoring Peter, who sighed in relief.
âOur weapons and our security system are already the most advanced in the entire world, Shuri,â Ramonda said. âYou know that.â
âOn Earth, maybe, but not in the universe,â Shuri muttered angrily. âThanos certainly proved that.â
Ramonda inhaled sharply at the mention of Thanos, finally taking a moment to drink in the sight of her daughterâto drink in the heavy bags under Shuriâs eyes, the sadness in the weary hunch of her shoulders, the exhaustion in every worry line on her forehead. âItâs been five years, Shuri,â she whispered, voice steeped in sadness. âYou canât keep punishing yourself for what that monster did. You canât keep blaming yourself.â
Shuriâs jaw shifted. âYes, I can,â she argued. âItâs my fault. I should have done better. I could have, if only I hadnât convinced myself of my own superiority and foolishly believed that nothing could penetrate my tech.â
âThatâs not your fault,â Ramonda asserted. âItâs not.â
Shuri stared, faltering in the face of her motherâs unyielding certainty, before she shook her head. âYes, it is,â she said quietly, âbecause it should be someone else sitting on that throne and you know it.â
âIâm not going to watch you work yourself to your grave,â Ramonda hissed, her voice harsh in a way that brooked no room for argument. âYouâre taking the day off, and thatâs final. You may be the queen, but I am still your mother.â
Shuri fell silent, teeth gritted. Whenever her mother adopted that tone and expression, she knew that the battle had already been lost. She shook her head and groaned. âFine,â she relented, resigned. âCome on, Peter, weâre leaving.â
Peter, blinking at the sound of his name, hastily stuffed the rest of his French toast in his mouth and jumped to his feet. He made quick work of the piece of bread, downed the rest of his water, and called out a hurried thank you! to Ramonda before following Shuri out of the room.
He snuck a worried glance at Shuri, wincing when he saw the tension in his girlfriendâs shoulders. Her expression was pinched with anger, and Peter expelled a silent sigh.Â
It was going to be a long day.
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Peter managed to stay silent, trying to give Shuri time to come to terms with her motherâs orders, until they exited the palace. âLetâs take one of the hoverboards,â he suggested, steering Shuri over towards the station at the side of the palace. He usually preferred to take his time and walk on foot to his large private garden near the outskirts of Wakanda, but he had a feeling that Shuri was in no mood to trek all the way there.Â
Shuri merely nodded in agreement, refusing to speak. Peter suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at her stubbornness.Â
âMorning, Okoye,â Peter greeted the female warrior as they passed her on their way into the station.
âPeter,â she nodded back in acknowledgement. âTaking the queen out on a date while the sunâs still up?â
Peter snorted, lips tugging into an amused grin. âNot quite,â he shook his head. âThe Queen Mother has instructed me to keep Shuri out of her lab until further notice. Weâre headed for the Orchid Garden.â
âI see.â Okoye remained expressionless, voice as stoic as ever, but when Peter turned away he glimpsed the slightest gleam of mischief in the upwards quirk of her lips. âDonât let her get away from you,â the general of the Dora Milaje called out to their retreating backs.
In response, Peter tossed her a quick thumbs-up over his shoulder and hooked an arm around Shuriâs.Â
Shuri scoffed. âAm I stuck with you now?â she asked.
Peter hummed. âYep,â he agreed. âForever.â
Shuriâs eye twitched. A part of her wanted to be annoyed at him, but a bigger part was flustered by his easy response. âLetâs just keep moving,â she finally found her voice, hiding a small smile behind a facade of impatience.
Peter hummed again, well aware of her true feelings. âSure,â he said nonetheless, dragging her to the hoverboard section. There were no guards in sight inside the stationâeverything was monitored by APRIL, and they trusted the transparency of the Wakandan people anywayâso Peter and Shuri easily boarded one of the wider hoverboards together and inputted their intended destination.
The secondary entrance to the station slid open promptly and their hoverboard soared through without so much as a whirr. Peter squashed down a grin when Shuri stepped in closer and held tightly onto him even though they both knew that the pressurized forcefield around them and the sonic stabilizer in the hoverboard would keep her from falling off.
Within minutes, they arrived at the Orchid Garden, the hoverboard gently touching down and allowing them to step off. Peter locked down the hoverboard with a flick of his wrist and waved Shuri through to the garden entrance.
âWelcome, Your Majesty,â he said teasingly, offering her a hand. âShall we?â
âWe shall,â Shuri played along, elegantly placing her palm in his.Â
Peter guided her through the garden, pausing at certain corners to point out specific species of flowers. Shuri had visited the garden before and didnât necessarily require the tour, but he knew that she wasnât ready to talk yet.Â
Fifteen minutes into the tour, Peter slowed down when they came across a bench sitting beneath a willow tree. âLetâs rest our feet,â he suggested.
Shuri nodded, letting him pull her down onto the bench even though it was an obvious ploy to get her to talk. Peter rested his arm on the wooden frame behind her, occasionally letting his hand drift towards Shuri and play with her hair.
He leaned back and waited patiently, having known Shuri long enough to understand that she wouldnât tell him anything unless she was ready to. Prying wouldnât help either of them.
A few minutes later, Shuri sighed heavily and rested her head on his shoulder, gaze flitting up to take in the sky. âShe doesnât get it,â she said at last, but this time her voice was more tired than frustrated. The anger had drained out of her sometime during the tour, leaving only weariness.Â
âWhat doesnât she get?â Peter indulged her.
Shuri swallowed. âThat I canât help but blame myself.â Peter stiffened, hand stilling on her head, and Shuri carried on before she could lose her nerve, âIâve always been praised for my intelligence, and maybe it makes me conceited, but as a result Iâve always personally believed in my intelligence, too. And then five years ago, everyone counted on me to detach Vision from the mind stoneâand I â I couldnât. I was too slow. For the first time in perhaps my entire life, my brain failed me.â
âYou worked as quickly as you could have afforded to, Shuri,â he murmured. âAnd I know that a part of you knows that if you had tried to go any faster, you would have put Vision in danger.â
âIâm supposed to be a genius,â she whispered, blinking back tears, âand yet I couldnât think up a wayâany way at allâto speed up the process without risking Visionâs life. I let them all down, and it cost my brother his life. What kind of a genius does that make me?â
âA human one,â Peter said gently. âYou were on a time limit, and you did the absolute best you could. You were thinking of Visionâyou were worried about him, about hurting him. That doesnât make it your fault, Shuri.â
âIt does to me,â she said.
Peter paused, reconsidered his method of approach, and made up his mind. He patted Shuri on the shoulder, wordlessly asking her to sit up, and shuffled to the edge of the bench. Quietly, he gripped Shuri by the shoulders, pliant and trusting, and lowered her head to his lap.
Shuri exhaled a slow, steady breath and peered up into her boyfriendâs eyes. Peter gave her a reassuring smile and returned one hand to her hair.
âI blame myself, too.â His admission was quiet and full of shame, nearly impossible to hear amid the morning breeze.
âPeter...â Shuri reached up and cupped his cheek in one hand.Â
Peter turned his face and kissed her palm softly. âFive years ago, I held Thanosâs gauntlet in my hands. I had victory in my grasp. And itâs been five years, but I still keep thinking, I should have moved faster, tried harder, been better. At least once a day I hate myself for not doing enough.â
Shuri shook her head staunchly. âI know you, Peter. I know you must have done the best you could.â
Peterâs smile was sad. âWhy canât you be as kind to yourself? As forgiving to yourself?â
Shuri blinked. âI...â She didnât know what to say.
âI just wish youâd let yourself believe that you did all you could, too.â He kissed her palm again. âBecause you know what? As much as I think I could have done more that day, I also know that those thoughts arenât helping anyone, especially not the people who vanished in the Snap.â
âPete...â she trailed off helplessly.
âYour brother loved you, Shuri. He would have wanted you to forgive yourself.â He closed his eyes and saw Mr. Stark, resignation in his gaze as he crumbled to death. His last words had been: Donât you dare blame yourself for this, kid. âIf nothing else... we have to move forward for their sake.â He wasnât sure whether he was trying to convince her or himself.
âOr else their deaths would have been for nothing?â Shuri guessed.
Peter smiled wryly. âSomething like that,â he agreed.
âRight.â Shuri let her gaze drift back to the sky. âThanks, Peter. I really... I needed to hear that. Iâm sorry Iâm such a mess.â
âYou have nothing to be sorry for,â he reassured. âI think weâre all a little bit of a mess on the inside.â
âSounds about right,â Shuri smiled, basking in the moment for a second longer before lifting herself up to her feet. âShould we head back? I bet Umamaâs already waiting to see if you managed to calm me down.â
âLetâs,â he agreed, following suit and standing. âI canât wait to prove her right.â
Shuri just shook her head in disbelief. âSometimes I think she loves you more than she loves me, her own daughter.â
âThatâs just part of my charm,â he teased with an exaggerated wink, cheesy enough that Shuri burst out laughing. âDonât worry, youâre still my favorite.â
âOh my god,â she said through snickers, âplease stop. Youâre embarrassing.â
âAlso part of my charm,â he chuckled along with her. He paused suddenly, an odd look crossing his face. âActually, you know what? I think Iâm going to stay for a little bit. You can go ahead of me.â
âWe only took one hoverboard,â she reminded him.
âItâs fine,â he waved it off. âIâm used to the walk. Besides, you should talk to Umama privately before I get there.â
âYou just want me to suck it up and apologize to her, donât you?â Shuri accused, but she was smiling.Â
He smiled back. âMaybe,â he relented. Shuri exhaled forcefully, conflicted, and Peter added quietly, âYou know sheâs just looking out for you.â
Shuri was quiet.
Peterâs smile widened, already knowing what her answer would be. âGo on. Iâll catch up.â
âAll right, all right, Iâll do it,â Shuri agreed begrudgingly, narrowing her eyes at him as she walked backwards in the direction of the entrance. âHappy now?â
âPerfectly!â he responded jovially, unfazed when she flipped him the middle finger. He watched contently as she turned the corner and disappeared from sight, and then waited a few more seconds to return to his original seat on the bench.
Without turning to look behind himself, he lowered his eyes and called out, âYou can come out now, Captain.â
There was a hesitant pause before three familiar people surfaced from behind the shrubbery. Peter looked up to see Natasha Romanoff and a man he vaguely recognized as Scott Langâone of the Vanished, he realizedâaccompanying Captain Rogers.
At the surprised looks on all three of their faces, Peter snorted. âDid you really think I wouldnât notice you?â he asked, and then immediately cut himself off, âNo, never mind, donât answer that. The real question is, how is Scott Lang here, alive?â
Scott Lang exchanged a nervous glance with his companions before he stepped forward andâ
And told Peter that heâd been stuck in the Quantum Realm.Â
All at once, Peter knew, even before they said it, why theyâd come.
Time travel.
âNo,â he refused before Steve could finish explaining. âNo.â
Scott spluttered in disbelief. âLook, I know it sounds impossible, butââ
âIt doesnât just sound impossible,â Peter corrected. âIt is impossible. Listen, I could go on and on and tell you exactly why we canât safely and reliably execute aâwhat did you call it?â
âA... time heist?â Scott offered meekly.
Peter almost laughed. He would have, were it not for the sheer disappointment crushing him. Heâd nearly let himself believe they had a chance when heâd seen Scott, rumored to have disappeared in the Snap, but time travel wasnât the chance heâd been looking for.
âRight,â he said doubtfully. âA time heist. Well, like I said, I could spend all day explaining the scienceâor rather, the lack of scienceâbehind it for you, but I wonât. All Iâll tell you is this: if we do this, if we try to use quantum fluctuations to travel to the past, we wonât make it back home.â
âI did,â Scott pointed out.
âYou accidentally survived,â Peter rebuffed immediately. âItâs a one-in-a-billion chance.â
âWe have to at least try,â Steve pleaded. âThe stones are in the past. We could go back, we could get them.â
âWe can snap our own fingers,â Natasha continued where he left off. âWe can bring everybody back.â
Peter hesitated for a secondâa second too long.
âI know youâve got a lot on the line,â Scott jumped in at the sight of Peterâs hesitation. âA girlfriend, a family. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did.â
Peterâs eyes cut to Scott in a flash. âDonât,â he interjected sharply. âYou have no idea what Iâve lost. I lost everything five years ago. I lost my auntâmy last living relativeâmy best friends, my mentor. I was left with nothingâno one. I had to rebuild my life completely.â
âIf you lost all those people, then why arenât you willing to help us?â Scott demanded. âDonât you want them back?â
Peter laughed dryly, derisive and cutting. âOf course I do!â he snapped. âBut time travel isnât the way to get them back. Itâs â itâs a pipe dream! Thereâs no guarantee that we wonât mess things up worse than he did!â
Scott swallowed.Â
Natasha stepped forward and insisted, âBut thereâs no guarantee that we will, either.â Her eyes were haunted, and Peter knew she was thinking of Clintâalways. As she was now, Natasha was a far cry from the infallible Black Widow of five years ago. âPlease, Peter. We have to make a stand.â
Peter shook his head. âIâm sorry, Nat, but we already did.â He paused, locked eyes with her so there was no mistaking his meaning, and finished, âAnd we lost.â
Scott recoiled as if heâd been physically struck. Steve frowned and looked away, no doubt revisiting his memory of the battle against Thanos.Â
Natasha refused to give up. She had always been relentless. âThings are different now,â she said quietly. âWe have new information.â
She paused, letting her words sink in for a moment before striking where it hurt: âItâs because they believe in you. Tony believed in you.â
Peter didnât dare to breathe, but he didnât dare to say yes, either.
Natasha shook her head. There was no disappointmentâonly sadnessâin her voice when she said, âI came to you because I believed, too.â Somehow the absence of disappointment only made him feel worse.
Natasha breathed in, out. âBut if you wonât help us, Peter, weâll find another way. We wonât stop until we do. Whether that means recruiting Bruce, or some other genius, weâll do whatever it takes to bring them backâwith or without your help.â
His voice caught in his throat, Peter couldnât bring himself to do anything but watch as they walked away, back to the battered quinjet theyâd arrived in.
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âSo, what did the good captain want?âÂ
Peter froze, eyes flying to meet Shuriâs. She was sitting cross-legged on their bed, halfheartedly flicking through an old Avengers report as she kept one curious eye on him. âYou knew he was there?â
She paused, taking a moment to minimize the holographic report so she could focus her undivided attention on him. âOf course I did,â she narrowed her eyes at him, severely unimpressed. âI may not have your sixth sense, but Iâm not a fool. Now, what did he want?â
Peter stared at her in awe for a second longer before shaking his head. âI should have known I canât keep anything from you.â
âDamn straight.â
Peter nodded, hesitating for a moment. As much as he wanted to dismiss Scott Langâs âtime heistâ scheme out of hand, for some reason, he couldnât bring himself to. It was the hope, he realizedâit was the hope heâd seen in Steve Rogersâ eyes and in Natasha Romanoffâs eyes, two Avengers who hadnât stopped fighting but who had stopped hoping, that kept him from shutting the door on their idea.Â
(It had been a long time since hope seemed real.)
But he didnât want to get Shuriâs hopes up until he was sure.Â
(âI canât help but blame myself.â)
It would destroy her, to find a shred of hope and have it ripped away from her. He couldnât risk that.Â
âIt was nothing important,â he replied at last, thoughts faraway. âDonât worry about it.â
Shuri eyed him skeptically. âRight,â she said doubtfully. âI know youâre lying, but Iâm going to let it go for now. Youâre lucky I love you.â
His eyes twinkled. âI must have been a saint in a previous life,â he said teasingly. She didnât bother to respond to that, merely rolling her eyes at him, and his gaze softened. âI know I am,â he added, more earnestly, his cheeky smile turning honest and grateful. âI love you, too.â
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In the end, he thought of the family heâd lost. He thought of Aunt May, whoâd nearly burned down their kitchen on his birthday trying to bake him a cake, whoâd regularly made him watch senseless rom-coms on their beaten couch, who hadnât always understood his life or his hobbies but whoâd tried, whoâd worked day and night to provide for him. Aunt May, who he would stop the whole world for.
He thought of Ned, his best friend whoâd stuck by his side through thick and thin, who hadnât hesitated to support him upon discovering that he moonlighted as a vigilante, whoâd always been his greatest fan. He thought of MJ, whoâd been quiet but understanding, whoâd been afraid to trust yet still willing to give him a chance and offer him her friendship, whoâd defended him to Flash and even to Peter himself.Â
He thought of Mr. Stark, his childhood hero. Uncle Ben always used to say donât meet your heroes, but heâd met Mr. Stark and he hadnât been disappointed. Time and time again, Mr. Stark did the opposite of disappoint him; with every thoughtful check-in, with every ruffle of his hair, with every hug disguised by a playful âweâre not there yet,â and with every movie marathon and lab session and sleepover, Mr. Stark made him proud that heâd chosen Tony Starkânot Iron Man, but Tony Starkâto be his hero.
Mr. Stark was always saving him. Maybe it was his turn to save Mr. Stark.
He thought of Shuri, too, whoâd met a broken shell of a hero and found it in herself to love him. Shuri, who even now was choosing to trust and have faith in him. Shuri, who made him feel powerful, fearless, free.
Shuri, who blamed herself.
âI let them all down, and it cost my brother his life.âÂ
Shuri had looked towards him for an answer, broken and vulnerable as she was, and heâd told her to move forward. But what if they didnât need to?
What if he could make things right? Erase the past, absolve his mistakes, and fix their future?Â
What was he willing to sacrifice to make that future a reality?
(Everything.)
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Peter waited until he was certain Shuri was asleep before he carefully slipped out of bed. He relied chiefly on his ability to latch onto the ceiling to make his way to the lab noiselessly.
As soon as APRIL let him in, he made his way over to a relatively empty worktable. He took quick stock of the items on the table and shrugged, sweeping all of the parts off to the side.
âAPRIL?â he called out. âPull up a hologram for me, would you? Start a new file. Letâs title it...ââhe hesitated, only for a secondââTitle it: Hope.â
APRIL obeyed without delay, a holographic screen immediately appearing in front of him. âWhat are you planning, Peter?â she asked conversationally, her soothing voice making Peter smile.
âIâm trying to build something,â he answered distractedly, mind running over all of the things Scott Lang had divulged about the Quantum Realm. âI donât know if itâll pan out yet, but weâll see. First I need to draw up some blueprints.â
âYou sound worried,â she observed.
Peter laughed, short and dry and full of nerves. âYouâre right. Iâm a little worried. Actually, thatâs not trueâIâm a lot worried,â he confessed. âIâm not sure how this will all work out. Even if I succeed, I might lose in the long run. There are at least a dozen risks in this play, but...â
âBut?â APRIL prompted gently.
Peter smiled. âSome things are worth the risk, APRIL.â
The lab descended into silence except for an inconsistent buzzing in the background which he knew stemmed from APRILâs lack of understanding. Peter wasnât surprised or concerned. He knew that, as advanced as APRIL was, she was still some ways away from being capable of true empathy.
October 9, 2023
âPeter?â A yelp echoed in the lab, quickly followed by the sound of a heavy object crashing into the ground. âPeter! Are you in here?â
Peter groaned and lifted his head slowly, cracking one eye open. âIn the back,â he grumbled in a faint and weary voice, but the approaching footsteps told him Shuri had heard him.Â
âJesus, Peter,â Shuri sighed when she spotted him, half-slumped over the worktable. âYou slept in the lab? I thought I was the one with the bad work habits. When did you become me, huh?â
Peter slammed his eye shut again and dropped his head back onto the table. âGive me a moment,â he mumbled tiredly.
Shuri exhaled heavily through her nose and wheeled over a chair, plopping down near Peter. She reached over and squeezed his shoulders lightly in a halfhearted massage.Â
Her nose wrinkled immediately. âGod, youâre tense. Are you sure everythingâs okay?â
He sighed and pushed himself upright. âI donât know,â he admitted. He tried to always be honest with her, except for when it would do more harm than good. âMore than, maybe.â
âMore than?â Shuri repeated, surprised. âI think Iâm going to need you to elaborate, Pete, because this doesnât really look like youâre âmore than okayâ.â
Peter laughed breathlessly. âYeah, I know what it looks like. But Iâm actually feeling... kind of optimistic, I think. Hold on, let me just show you,â he said. Shuri raised an eyebrow, but dutifully stayed quiet while Peter waved vaguely in the air. âAPRIL? Bring up Hope for me, please.â
She trailed off, stunned into silence, when the blueprints for the Time Travel GPS popped up.Â
Peter swallowed. There was a lot more work to be doneâthe GPS still had a few kinks he needed to work out, but... Peter eyed the bold 78.2% successful glaring back at him from the corner of the file.Â
It was a start, at least.
âPeter, what is this?â Shuri breathed, eyes darting frantically between the blueprints and Peter. Her mind was working a mile a minute, the gears in her brain shifting, runningâ
âI think you already know what it is,â Peter replied. She glared at him, and he sighed and humored her, âYou were right, yesterday. I was lying about Steve. He... he came here to propose a solution.â
âTime travel,â she whispered.
He nodded. âYes, time travel. I didnât want to tell you yesterday because I didnât think it was feasible at first and I didnât want to get your hopes up over nothingâI mean, this isnât the first time weâve thought of the possibility, after all. But we always came to the conclusion that time travel is just not realistic.â
âAre you saying we were wrong?â Shuriâs eyebrows furrowed.Â
Peter turned back to the file. âI donât know for sure yet,â he admitted. âIt still seems a little bit like a fantasy, butâSteve wasnât the only one who came yesterday. He brought Scott Lang with him.â
âScott Lang? Sounds familiar,â she muttered. âWhere have I heard his name before?â
âHe was in FRIDAYâs reports five years ago,â Peter answered. âAs one of the Vanished.â
Shuri stiffened. âHow?â she demanded.
âApparently, he never Vanished at all. Heâs been stuck in the Quantum Realm this entire time. What was five years for us...â
â...was much less for him,â Shuri finished. Her hands were shaking with both fear and exhilaration. âYou really thinkâ?â
âItâs a long shot,â Peter interrupted, voice cautioning. âThe device still has a ways to go before itâs functional, and even after itâs been perfectedâwe have no idea how this will all play out.â
âLong shot or not,â Shuri murmured, âitâs the best chance weâve had in a long time.â
Peter nodded. âYeah,â he agreed quietly. He descended into silence for a while, watching as Shuri processed the situation. He smiled slightly at the mixture of awe and tentative hope that washed over her.
âHey,â he drew her out of her thoughts, resting a hand on her arm. She turned to look at him, wide-eyed.Â
His smile widened. âSo, what do you say? Are you ready to help me invent time travel and save the universe?â
She paused, leaned back in her chair and eyed the blueprints for a lingering moment. When she looked back at him, she was smiling, too.
Summary: Peter survives the Snap, and now it's up to him to bring the Vanished back to life.
Main Pairings: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Shuri
Read here on AO3 (@a_matter_of_loyalty)
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Chapter 2: The Queen Mother
Chapter Summary:Â Peter and Shuri go about inventing time travel. Later, Peter has a heart-to-heart with the Queen Mother and comes to a startling realization.
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Earth-199999: October 9, 2023
Kingdom of Wakanda, East Africa
By the time noon passed and the Queen Mother herself ventured into their lab to call them out for lunch, their success rate had crept up to 86.54%.Â
Ramonda took one look at them spread throughout the lab, her daughter lying sprawled out on the floor and Peter hanging upside down on the chair, and sighed heavily. âWhat are you two up to now?â she asked with the voice of a woman whoâd seen too much mischief in one lifetime.
âThe usual,â Shuri said through a yawn. âSaving the world and all that.â
Ramonda arched an eyebrow. When Peter didnât contradict Shuri, she gave in and said, âAll right, fine. Iâll have your food delivered to you guys. Make sure to eat upâyouâll need the energy if you want to âsave the world and all that.ââ
âGot it,â Peter agreed distractedly. âWeâll do that.â
Ramonda rolled her eyes and left the way she came from. Sheâd seen the look in her daughterâs eyesâShuri had stumbled across a new puzzle to be solved. And if she knew her daughterâwhich she didâthen she had no doubt that Shuri wouldnât be able to rest until sheâd figured out this latest problem.
Especially if Peter was encouraging her.
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âI donât understand where weâre going wrong,â Shuri muttered under her breath hours later, their finished lunches pushed to the side. Despite their earlier successes, they seemed to have stagnated, settling at an even 88% successful.Â
It was close, but not close enough.
Peter groaned from where he was still draped over the chair, head hung in defeat.
âWeâve figured most of it out,â Shuri continued, âbut we just canât seem to make the last leap.â
Peter mumbled incoherently in agreement.
âMaybe we need to take a break,â Shuri suggested tentatively. âIt pains me to say this, but it might benefit us to leave our work for a while and come back to it with fresh eyes.â
Peter sighed, reluctant, but ultimately he knew she was right. Being stubborn wouldnât do anyone any good, especially considering the stakes on this.
âYeah,â he agreed sullenly. âIâll bring the plates up to the kitchen. Why donât we meet back in the lab in an hour or two?â
âThanks,â Shuri said absentmindedly, watching Peter scoop up their dirty dishes and walk away. She stayed where she laid for a moment or two longer, before she shook her head to snap herself out of her stupor.
With a tired sigh, she trudged out of the lab and headed outside to visit the farms.
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Peter was in the middle of rinsing the plates, mind still fixated on the puzzle that was time travel, when Ramondaâs voice startled him out of his thoughts: âDid my lazy daughter force you to do her dishes for her?âÂ
Peter bit back a curse, relatively certain that the only reason he hadnât dropped and broken a plate was his stickiness. âAre you trying to give me a heart attack?â he joked, switching off the tap and carefully sliding the plates and cutlery into the dryer. Once the dishes were safely secured, he spun around and shot Ramonda a small smile.
Ramonda smiled back. âIs it working?â she teased.
âA little bit,â he laughed. A second later, his mood sobered. âShuri and I both need a break from tinkering. Sheâs clearing her head for a while. I needed to do the same, so I figured I might as well do the dishes.â
âWhat are you two really working on?â Ramonda asked, growing worried. Sheâd never heard either Peter or Shuri admit to âneeding a breakâ before, not when it came to something they were working on together. She hadnât thought it was possible.Â
Peter bit his lip. âSomething important,â he let on. He wasnât sure how much he wanted to tell her; if they failed, if he failed, then Ramonda would be another person heâd disappointed. He didnât want to let her down, too.
But Ramonda had become such an important person in his life over the last five years. Sheâd become someone he trusted, someone he needed.Â
Sheâd become something of a mother figure to him since heâd started dating Shuri and sheâd unhesitatingly taken him in. She was his go-to source of advice nowadays; he wanted to be able to confide in her about this, too.
(Ramonda always knew what to say.)
âShuri wasnât exaggerating when she said we were trying to save the world,â he said at last, his voice soft and uncertain, timid. âItâs been five years, but... I canât move on, Umama. I canât forget. So when Steve Rogers came knocking on my door yesterday, bearing a ghost from the past and the key to a possible solution, I â I said no at first, because it seemed unlikely and I wasnât ready to break my own heart all over again. But after he left, I couldnât stop thinking about it.â
Ramondaâs expression was kind, free of judgement and criticism. It gave him the courage to continue speaking.
âI kept wondering, what if Iâd made a mistake, turning him away? What if it wasnât as unlikely as I first assumed? I couldnât make up my mind.â
âYou seem to have made up your mind now,â she said quietly, pulling out a chair and taking a seat. After a second, she pulled out another chair and patted the seat cushion in a wordless invitation for Peter to come join her. She had a feeling this wouldnât be an easy conversation.Â
Peter swallowed and sat down, turning to face her anxiously. âI have,â he confirmed. âI just... I have to at least try. If thereâs a chanceâeven a slim oneâI knew Iâd never be able to forgive myself if I didnât try.â
âI donât know what youâre attempting, but for what itâs worth, Peter, if thereâs anyone who can make the impossible possible, itâs you,â she said, smiling openly.
Peter blinked rapidly. âA lot,â he said, his voice hoarse. âThatâs â thatâs worth a lot, especially coming from you.â
âCan I ask what solution Captain Rogers proposed?âÂ
Peter stared off into the distance, partly because he didnât want to see her reaction to his next words, and partly because he couldnât bear to. âTime travel,â he whispered. âHe wants to â to use time travel to bring back everyone we lost to Thanos.â
He couldnât see her face, but he heard the sharp gasp coming from her. âAnd â and you and Shuri have been working on it? Time travel?â A hesitant pause, and thenâ
âAfter what you two have managed to accomplish so far, do you... do you think itâs truly possible?â Ramonda asked, and she sounded â afraid. She sounded fragile, like Peter had the power to make or break her with a single word.
Sitting across her, one of the most powerful women in the world, and watching her struggle not to break down right in front of him, Peter realizedâwith terrifying clarityâthat it didnât matter what he thought. It didnât matter because he would give it his all anyway; it didnât matter because he had people who were counting on him to do everything he could.
âYeah,â he said instead, because it was easier to lie and make her smile than to explain the complicated truth. âI thinkâI believeâShuri and I really can finish what we started and invent time travel, as long as we donât give up.â He paused. He didnât want to shatter her hopes, but...
But she deserved to know the road that loomed ahead of them.
âThe difficult part,â he started, âcomes after.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âMessing with time is a dangerous thing to do,â Peter muttered. âWe canât be sure weâll succeed even if the technical aspect of time travel works out. Or, worse yet, we canât be sure that we wonât make things worse.â
âPeter,ââRamondaâs voice was wreckedââI see where youâre coming from, I do, but...â
(Donât you dare blame yourself for this, kid.)
(I donât... I donât know whatâs happening, Petey, Iâm so confused. Everything is in chaos. I just had a patient crumble to ash on the operating table. The head surgeon, too, oh god. I just... if this is the endâI need to tell you I larb you, Pete. Never forget that. I love you so, so much.Â
Youâre â youâre my kid, and Iâ
Beep.)
(Ms. Potts, I... Iâm sorry. I lost Mr. Stark. I lost him. Heâs goneâ
Peter would never forget the way Pepper Pottsâs face crumpled with tears. She caved in on herself and broke down crying, Happy sweeping in and folding her into a crushing hug through his own misery.)
(Hi, Mrs. Leeds. Iâm sorry to disturb you, but I just needed to askâ
Heâs gone, Peter. Nedâs gone. Iâm sorry.)
(Nobody told him MJ vanished. Her entire family had disappeared with her.)
âHow can things be worse than this?â Ramonda whispered.
Peter slumped back in his seat, speechless. Heâd been fretting for so long, racking his brain for all the ways they could ruin things more than even Thanos didâheâd worried that if things went awry, they could lose even the few things theyâd gained since the war.
But in a way, Ramonda had a point. After everything heâd already lost, everything theyâd lost, maybe Ramonda was right: they were already at rock bottom.
Peter swallowed. âYouâre right,â he admitted. It was impossible to forget the lives theyâd led before. âI â youâre completely right. I need to...â He shook his head, leaping up to his feet and crossing the room in a few swift strides. âI need to get back to the lab.â
âPeter!â Ramonda called out.
He stilled, looked back.
She was smiling at him, an expression forged from the beginnings of a tentative hope. âGood luck.â
He hesitated.Â
âDonât you dare blame yourself for this, kid.âÂ
Heâd lost Mr. Stark.Â
Ramonda had lost her son. Sheâd had to bury him, had to live without him for five horrible years, and yet still she was willing to put her faith in Peter and trust that he would fix their broken reality.
She was willing to take a chance. And at the end of the day, so was he.
He smiled back. âIâm sure Iâll need it,â he said. Thank you for believing in me, he didnât say.
(âA wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. Thatâs how fucking awful the loss is.â)
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When Shuri finally re-entered the lab at the two-hour mark, the first thing she saw was Peter, staring up at the hologram with a dazed expression.
Shuri groaned. âPeter!â she admonished. âWhat happened to taking a break?â
He didnât reply.
Shuriâs eye twitched. âI managed to drag myself out of the lab for two whole hours because I thought weâd agreed on giving our minds a rest,â she reminded him sharply. âAnd yet youâre still here. Do I need to remind you what a âbreakâ means?â
âNo, I...â Peter faltered, trailing off into a stunned silence, and Shuri finally snapped out of her annoyance to notice that the look in his eyes was less confused, and more awed.
âPeter?â she raised an eyebrow, walking around the table to come to a stop behind him. She rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned back, peering up at the hologram. âWhatâsâ oh, my god.â
âYeah,â he said quietly, breathless in a good way.
âIs that...â Shuri stared. â99.8% successful?â she read aloud. âHoly shit, Peter, you did it. You did it.â
Peter hesitated. He still couldnât be certain that things would go smoothlyâthere were over a million doubts running through his mind, but...
How can things be worse than this?Â
âYeah,â he whispered, again. âYeah, I did.â
Shuri hugged him close, beaming into his hair, and for a momentâonly a momentâPeter let himself forget all of his concerns and just breathe.Â
For a moment, faced with Shuriâs hopeful smile, Peter let go. Because in this moment, with Shuri chattering excitedly into his ear, lively in a way she hadnât been in five years, Peter knew he was doing the right thing.
He looked down at the framed picture of himself and Mr. Stark lying face-up on the worktable, mutual content grins on their faces and an upside-down certificate held between them, and smiled, too.Â
(Donât you dare blame yourself for this, kidâ)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Nebula (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon
Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), after the snap, Bucky Survives the Snap, Forgiveness
Summary: 23 days after the Snap, Bucky Barnes stands by as Tony Stark returns from the battle on Titan.
This was my @winteriron-winter-stockings fill for @blurockets who was wondering if Bucky survived the Snap instead of Steve, whether he and Tony could reconcile. Â