Miss Stark [Peter Parker x OC] ✔️

Miss Greetings

It has been a couple of weeks since Hulk brought back the billions of Blip victims, including me and Peter.

Speaking of, he moved into his new apartment with May and started going back to school. Even if there are only a few weeks left.

He called me after his first day back. Both MJ and Ned we're blipped, along with a couple of our old classmates.

We also have to restart the entire year, next year.

Pepper and I have been working out our issues, one day at a time. It's just us since her son -my new little brother- isn't coming back until after my father's memorial service.

Which, is today. I'm in charge of greeting guests. Most of them I recognize, others I have to introduce myself to. Most notable being Carol Danvers.

My cheeks flush the moment she says anything to me. “So this is Baby Stark?” She smiles at me and pats my shoulder before heading farther into the house.

“What was that?” Thor asks from behind me. “Oh, uh, nothing. Just dreaming about a reality where I dump Peter and marry her.” He looks at me confused.

“Isn't she a little old for you?”
“Stop reminding me!” I dramatically exclaim.

It may seem weird that I'm joking during my father's memorial, but what can I say? This is how I cope.

After everyone is here we continue. I mainly float around as everything happens. That is until Pepper walks in, with a young boy holding her hand.

“Howie, this is your big sister, Morgan.” The boy looks up at me with wide-open eyes. He looks like he's going to explode with excitement.

I sigh and roll my eyes before crouching down to his level. “Nice to meet you, Howie,” I state, offering my hand.

Instead, he goes in for a bear hug. First, I tense up, but eventually, melt into the hug.

“This is so cool!” Howie whispers in my ear. This kid might just kill me with his cuteness.

“I hate to interrupt, but we need everyone to head into the living room. Tony had one more message.” We all file into the room after Pepper tells us to.

I sit on the couch and Howie plops right down next to me. He looks so happy, he's too young to realize exactly what's going on.

The message plays and a hologram of my father pops up.

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn't always roll that way. Maybe this time. I'm hoping if you play this back, it's in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back, and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored.

If there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren't alone, let alone, you know, to this extent, I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised. But come on, you know? The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play.

And, for better or worse, that's the reality Morgan and Howie are gonna have to find a way to grow up in. So I thought I'd probably better record a little greeting... In the case of an untimely death on my part.

I mean, not that, death at any time isn't untimely. This time travel thing that we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's– it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That's the thing. Then again, that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end.”

His hologram stands up, walking toward the couch.

“What am I even tripping' for? Everything's gonna work out exactly the way it's supposed to.”

He stares right at me and Howie, before saying that damned phrase.

“I love you 3000.” Apparently, that was a common phrase in the Stark household after I was gone.

It switches off. Leaving me feeling just a bit empty inside.

The final event of today is sending off the wreath. I hardly knew the Tony Stark that they knew, so I stood back with Peter and May, while Pepper and Howie push the wreath into the water.

May squeezes my shoulder when I sniffle. Peter takes my hand before I can decide to run away.

After everything is over, I pull Peter away from the crowd. “Talk to me?” I ask.

He knows exactly what I mean. “Mr. Stark would be proud of you. Despite your stubbornness, you're letting Pepper and Howie into your life.”

I hope Dad is watching me from where ever he is. I can't say I entirely believe in heaven or a god. But I do know that whatever there is beyond life, he is in whatever equivalent to heaven there is.

“I told you to call him Tony.” He pulls me closer and tucks my head under his chin.