❝𝕣𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕓𝕪 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!❞

𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 - 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫

Snap. The surge knocked everybody backwards, and resounding shocks would still be felt on Earth.

Although nobody else knew that Thanos had done it, all the way on Titan, my Spidey-Sense prickled, sending shock waves of warning through me. 

And, as I looked around I could see the fear in my heart reflected on the others' faces.

"Something's happening-" Mantis whispered, wide-eyed, before disintegrating.

Worried gasps rang out, and we immediately turned to see Drax fading away, a distressed gasp of "Quill?" And a sharp breath the only thing he makes out before disappearing.

And when Peter Quill, the Star-Man(?) Star-Lord(?) dusted as well, Mr Stark turned around to see Dr Strange, a resigned look etched into his every feature, as he promised, "Tony... it was the only way," before also crumbling away. 

It was at that moment, the tingling started, spreading rapidly from my fingers and toes all over my body. 

"Mr Stark? Mr Stark, I don't feel so good..." When Mr Stark turned to look at me, I could tell that he knew, just as well as I did, what was going to happen. 

"I don't... I don't know what's happening." I stumbled forward, crashing into Tony, wrapping my arms around him in hopes for support. 

Feeling myself slowly fall apart as my enhanced healing rapidly tried to force me back together, for my cells to join again, and all I felt was the pain as I sobbed, "I don't wanna go. Please, Mr Stark... I don't wanna go."

A shooting pain raced through my veins and we fell onto the ground. My nerves felt like they were on fire and every cell in me tried to knit themselves back together while Thanos's snap ravaged my body, ripping my body apart.

Agony split my body in half like wildfire, and I knew that it was inevitable. I could feel my toes start to go, followed by my arms, and it took everything in me to murmur the two words, "I'm sorry", and breath out in a sharp burst as I let go, my cells pulling apart as every fibre to my being fell into dust, blowing away into the wind. 

And my last words echoing in the empty space. I knew this would haunt Mr Stark forever, but that was all I could do, the last I could force out through the searing, mind-numbing torture as I split apart just to be stitched back together, again and again, in an endless vicious cycle before the magic finally won out, and overcame me.

I remembered what Mr Stark had said to me, barely a year ago: "If you die, I feel like that's on me." And so all I could say was I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for coming with you.

I'm sorry for not getting the gauntlet off faster.

I'm sorry for not preventing Quill from punching Thanos.

I'm sorry for letting Thanos win.

I'm sorry for dying.

I'm sorry for making you have to go through that pain, the emotional heart-wrenching pain that I know is 3000 times worse than the physical pain I went through.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

A/N Whew! That was a hell of an emotional joyride. I'm totally not crying. You're crying! I'm sorry Peter... I'm not sorry to you guys though. Not really. Anyways y'all are the best! I love you guys 3000! 

...Wait was that the second update today?! *Gasp* Wow you guys really are the best to deserve that!

Anyways thanks so much to hermine_parker05 for always reading, voting and commenting on every single chapter! Ily <3

Thank you to everyone who even reads this! And I'll try to make the next one less sad.

Emphasis on try.

- Elyna