𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑| Peter Parker

one

OCTOBER 2023,
AFTER THE FUNERAL

Y/n sat there. At the dock in front of her house. She felt numb, weak. Her eyes were already dry, after crying for continuous hours – she couldn't think straight. She had never felt more lonely. She had never been sadder. He was gone.

Tony Stark was gone.

Her whole world – her best friend – the one person who was always there for her without any exceptions – her dad.

He was dead.

No one cared for her – protected her – loved her like he did. And Y/n didn't know what she'd do next – now that he wasn't there.

Her mom died ages ago, the minute she was even born, and now she had to watch her dad pass away.

Of course, she had a perfectly loving step mother and half sister, and she was forever thankful for Pepper and Morgan.

And she had Peter. He was finally back.

She was already friends with him before the blip – and before she could tell him how she felt, how much she liked him – he disappeared into dust.

And now that he was finally back – her dad had to go.

One thing she understood now is that she couldn't have everything. She couldn't have everything that she wanted at the same time.

One thing had to leave so the other could come.

Her toes were touching the cold water below her – just to feel something. The wind blew through her hair – as she watched the guests of the funeral leave one by one.

Soon, someone sat beside her. She felt a light tap on her shoulder – and looked over to see Peter. He had puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, wearing a black tuxedo, and forced a smile at her.

Y/n didn't say anything. She just hugged him immediately and cried in his arms. He whispered comforting words – trying to calm her down.

"He would hate to see you cry like this, you know," Peter cooed, wiping away her tears – even though he himself was trying to hold back his own.

"It just feels," Y/n sobbed, barely forming words. "It just feels so weird knowing he's not here anymore."

"I know," Peter agreed, "I feel the same way." Y/n snuggled closer, and muffled, "He was the best dad ever,"

"I know, i know," once again, Peter agreed, "He wasn't even my dad, but it felt like it. It really did feel like i had a father."

He recalled every bits of moments that he had with Mr. Stark – and smiled to himself.

"Y/n," he called, placing a lock of her hair behind her ear, "You've got me now, and i promise i'll always be here,"

"I promise."

"Kid," Steve Rogers walked over towards them, patting Y/n's shoulder. He was always close with her – treated her like a niece. "I'm sorry," Steve continued.

She stared up at him for a few seconds– seeing Bucky Barnes standing behind him.

Y/n hated Bucky Barnes.

Pure hatred.

She still couldn't get over the fact that he killed her grandparents without mercy. Yes, he was brainwashed – but Y/n still couldn't accept that.

She grew up without her grandparents – her dad lost his parents, lost his dad before he could tell him that he actually cared.

And she blamed Bucky for it – even though it wasn't really his fault. He didn't want to kill them – he didn't kill them. He was just used to do the deed.