and I feel lost
without you
Heather's pov
It's been a week since Nat came over to talk to us.
Peter's been a really good friend to me and no one seems to be pestering us about knowing each other or whatever they were talking about then. Although ever since hearing about it I feel like the more I get to know ab out him, the more I feel like I know him, and I can't stop thinking about it.
One day, I told him about Professor Ted, a teddy bear I had since I was twelve. I told him it was really important to me and how it always sat on my bed. But when he asked me why it meant so much to me, I couldn't answer. All I could remember was that I'd had it for years, and always treasured it.
Another day I talked about Leo, and how much I missed him. Peter said he remembered Leo from somewhere, he said it was probably because he saw my dad a lot. I didn't ask why he saw my dad because it didn't seem important. Peter also made me cry of happiness for the first time in as long as I can remember because he asked Aunt May if Leo could stay here if I was staying for a while. He told me by going out to by a dog bed, a bowl, and some food. I cried and hugged him as tight as I could.
That was three days ago now, and the funeral is tomorrow. I feel empty if I'm being honest. Nothing is funny, nothing is sad, nothing makes me angry, I just feel numb. I still haven't gotten much sleep. Peter had a bunk bed and moved his bed to the top and let me have the bottom, so it's more of a risk to sleep and have a nightmare, not only for me, but out of fear of waking him up. Plus, it's hard to fall asleep anyway, I don't have Leo (who sleeps in my bed at home), and I'm too tired to fall asleep, which is weird and doesn't make much sense.
I was sitting over the covers one night when I asked, "Peter, how do you know my dad?"
It took him a minute to to think before he decided what he wanted to say, "I'm an Avenger."
"Oh?"
He sighed and looked at me, "I'm Spider-Man."
I nodded. Dad cared a lot about him then. Once I walked in to his lab and asked what he was making, it was a new suit for a new recruit, he told me. I didn't say anything back to him though. Didn't want to start a conversation about Dad, not really.
I pushed myself under the covers and closed my eyes, maybe I could get a little sleep tonight.
"Goodnight, Heather."
~~~~~~~~~
I sat alone at Dad's gravestone, trying to talk to him, even if most of the words were sobs.
Then, a hand shot up out of the dirt. I screamed and backed up as far as I could before I hit another grave on my back. I looked at it: Here lies Natasha Romanoff.
Another scream. I looked around at all the graves, each etched with a name I knew, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark, Steve Rodgers, Peter Parker, the rest of the Avengers. The I looked back to the one that said Tony Stark, and there he was, a zombie corpse of himself standing over the grave.
"Would you look at that, I really thought that my little rose would grow up to be a hero. But here she is, standing over the people she betrayed." Dad said.
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Legacy | Peter Parker
FanfictionHeather has had a life that some people dream of. Daughter of Tony Stark, lived with the Avengers, she even had her own dog. But things are changing now, the death of her father has impacted the entire world, but especially her. Some people don't se...