Spider Man One-shots

Guardian Angel | Part 2

Continued... I love you all but not enough to actually spare you from this torture.

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Morgan was sweet. She was calm. She was kind. She was helpful. She was cute and adorable in a way Peter couldn't be.

The Avengers loved her.

So did Peter. He spent most of his time looking over his younger sister. Of course, he spent time with the other Avengers but watching Morgan do simple mistakes and try again, being adorable etc. was something Peter could never be tired of.

One day, Tony couldn't find his screw driver.

"Where is my tool box!?!" He had yelled across the whole house.

Okay, maybe not just the screw driver.

"It's under the kitchen sink," Peter had yelled back. Although knowing that nobody could be heard him, Peter took into this job. Even before he had... died, Peter had kept a tab of where things would've been or were there.

Guess he got that from Pepper.

"It's a small house, Tony," said Pepper. "Did you check under the Kitchen sink?"

"Boooobaaagagagaga," Morgan sang. "Dada...."

"On it," Tony said. He eventually found the toolbox which was under the sink.

Since then, he had taken this job. Shouting out answers and stuff like that.

Peter had adjusted to this life but couldn't stop the pang of hurt that went through him every time he realised that he couldn't touch anyone, feel anyone. He felt alone sometimes but Morgan was worth it.

Peter loved his sister.

***

Morgan was having a rough day so far. A really bad one. It was her first day of school and she couldn't find her shoes.

"Mommy! I can't find my shoes," she groaned. "I want my shoes."

Only five years old, Morgan knew better than many students. The perks of being a Tonydaughter, as Uncle Loki called her.

She had met the Avengers at various occasions and loved them. They loved her back. Cassie, Uncle Scott's daughter and Uncle Clint's son, Nathaniel were very close to her.

Morgan was nervous today. It was her first day at school and she wanted to make a good first impression.

"I'll find it for you honey," Pepper said as she came running in from the hallway and planted a beautiful clip on her hair. "Just relax! It's going to be a great day."

Yeah, right. I pricked my hand on a thorn today morning and now, I can't find my socks but sure, it's gonna be a great day, she thought but nodded.

"Just stay here, honey," Pepper said and walked away.

Morgan turned and observed the name written above the door.

Peter Parker Stark.

The dead boy who had taken over his life. Morgan saw the sadness and exhaustion that took over her father's face whenever the name had been mentioned. Mom's too.

Everyone's actually.

Her brother.

Mom had told her stories about him. She would laugh with a sad, longing feeling on her face.