Tony walked through the compound. Holding onto the scrunched piece of paper found in Peters pocket, the day it happened.
That was 1 week ago, and be still didn't have the heart to repair the medbay. His hands trembled with temptation, but he hadn't looked at the letter. He didn't really want to, Tony was scared that the letter would break him completely.
But here he sits, new years eve 11:58pm holding the letter in his hands.
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝑟 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑘,
𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟? 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝑂𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑡𝑒?
𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒.
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑀𝑟 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
𝐼 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙.
𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑛𝑦
𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦.
Fireworks lit the sky when Tony finished the letter, and he laid on the floor of the balcony.
Looking up, watching the sparks of bright colours. It only reminded him of the day, the explosion. The pain.
But the colors were beautiful, and that reminded him of Peter.
He also looked at the moon, at Peters star. Of course Tony was sad, his kid- his favourite young adult was gone. But he was at peace. He was at peace with the world, and because of that; he let go of Peters letter... and let it travel into the sky.
"I miss you underoos, we all do."
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