"Something's happening," Antennae said, as we all staggered to our feet. I hovered above the ground, my leg nowhere in sight. She faded to dust, disappearing in the wind. "Quill?" Drax asked, also fading away. "Steady, Quill," Tony said as Quill also turned to dust.
"Tony, Ellie," We turned to look at Strange. "There was no other way," He and his cloak faded away. "Mr. Stark? I don't feel so good," Peter's voice cut through the air. "You're alright," Tony assured him, his voice shaky. "I don't know what's happening. I don't--I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go. Sir, please, I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go," Peter fell to the ground before turning to dust like the rest.
A horrible thought hit me. What about my family? I thought. Are they okay? Are they alive? Questions raced through my head. My head was pounding, the dreaded whining returned. "He did it," Blue girl said.
Tony shook his head, bringing his hands up to his face as the wind whistled around us, carrying away our friends and comrades.