Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

49. Thank You For Loving Me

If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me

I fucking hate funerals. Simple. As. That.

I hate seeing everybody bundled up in snot and sniffles as they say their final goodbyes. I hate how as you grow up you're expected to handle them better, but each one hurts more than the last.

Though this one felt different than other years I spent mourning over family and friends. In light of recent events, I understood Tony Stark wanted to rest, and that he's going to be watching our backs wherever he is right now. As long as I live, he will be remembered as the best hero of our generation, most specifically in my mind.

I played with the right pocket sewn on my dress. We were all dressed in black next to the beautiful, peaceful, lake in the Stark household.

After I saw the arc reactor drifting away, I hugged my dad like a— I-I have to admit it, a little girl. I mean, I guess since I'm fifteen again I technically am one. It's confusing, honestly. And the tests we did last week won't help either.

All these heroes that I can say fought next to me could not distract the sadness permeating my soul. I've even learned how to cry again.

Everyone went inside Tony's house to hear a message he recorded for us before the battle. I could not hold myself together yet to see his face again, so I went outside to the porch and observed every inch of the view.

I never got to tell him how much he meant to me. Although, I like to imagine that, deep inside, he knew. Imagining is going to help me sleep at night.

Suddenly, tiny footsteps creaked against the wooden planks, shutting down my thoughts. "(Y/n)!" Morgan's face appeared on the corner of the cabin. Plastering a manageable smile on my face, I hugged her and spun her around.

"Hello, princess!" I can't really imagine how she feels. She's just a little girl with so much to live for. And I know it will be hard for her to grow without a dad. Focusing on another subject, I booped her nose. "You look very pretty."

"Thank you! I picked the dress." She smiled while doing a twirl on her heels. "...When's our trip on your motorcycle?"

I had promised her I would take her on a trip across the country on my motorcycle, but I wouldn't think she'd remembered. Guess she's smarter than I expected. She's a Stark, after all.

"Not today, but I promise you soon enough. I've got some things to do. And you need to be older so your mom doesn't kill me." I tickled her, causing a giggle to come out. Morgan's happiness made me calm and, in a way, assured me life will get better, just it would arrive eventually and not today.

She indicated that she wanted to tell me a secret, so I got my ear closer as she cupped her hands. "Remember when you told me the stories of the boy spider? I think he's looking for you."

My eyebrows shot upwards. "Really? Well, then I should probably keep an eye out for him." I kissed her cheek and let her go with Pepper. "See you later, princess." Morgan grabbed her hand. Pepper and I nodded to each other in a sort of solemn way.

I didn't particularly feel like moving across the cabin to search for him. He would find me. I let the birds sing and chirp. Minutes later, like, expected, heavier footsteps than before told me someone was coming. "Hi, Pete," I whispered.

He took steps back in surprise. "You didn't even look. How did you—? Uh, you know what? Doesn't matter."

I snickered. We hadn't seen or talked to each other since the battle a week ago. "How are you holding up?" I wanted to look at his face, but it would remind me too much of him. Oh, how he talked of Peter Parker.