how to be a Gen Z, by Peter Parker

How to defeat demons- face the truth

Warnings: death, hallucination

been told I have to add- soul crushing, mind drowning, life draining sadness. Beware and tread carefully, once read you can never go back. When reading distance yourself from high ledges, bleach, harmful substances and anything that can harm you. This is the Endgame, sincerely, Pigeon8472, who tried and failed to read this chapter and a cackling Sunlitraven. 

Ships: Ironstrange

"I am, Inevitable." I grinned sadly, my fingers ready to click.

"And I, am Spiderman." I click my fingers victoriously, watching as all of the enemies turn to dust. I make eye contact with a distressed Thanos.

"We win." He turns to dust, and then the pain sets in. My breath hitches and I close my eyes for a second in shock.

"Peter." I open them again to see my father figure, Mr Stark.

"Hang on Peter, hang on. We're ok, we won. We can get help. We can get you home. Hang on" He sounds desperate. I smile slightly.

"It's ok, dad. I'm ok." Barely audible. I rest my head against the rock. My arm falling by my side. I feel arms wrap around me, and then? Nothing.

~Tony POV~

I cling to Peter. I can still feel his heartbeat, he's still alive. We've just got to get him help. He'll Be fine. I know it. He has to be.

"It's ok, dad. I'm ok." My breath hitches and I cling to him, wrapping him up in my arms. I try to pry the gauntlet of his arms, if I can just get it off, he'll be ok. He has to be. He's Peter. He's Spiderman. He's my son. He has to be ok. He has to, he has to, HE HAS TO! I feel myself being pried of him and being gathered into a hug from Strange,

"It'll be ok, Tony." It will be. We just need to get Peter help. He's still alive, he has to be!

I'm chanting this in my head, when it goes black. I've probably passed out from stress and exhaustion. But Peter will be ok. He has to be.

-Time skip-

I wake up in my bed, next to a sleeping Stephen. Peter. He has to be ok. I slowly get up and out of bed, I can't disturb Stephen, he barely ever sleeps. Where would Peter be? Med bay?

I head down the corridor and enter the med bay, none of the beds have him. Of course not. He's Spiderman. He wouldn't be in med bay, he would be up and healed by now. I nod my head.Of course. Where to next? His room? No, he's barely ever there. He's usually at school, hanging out with Ted, or, that's it! I run down to the lab.

Before the snap I gave him his own personal working space and that's where he usually is. I run down to the lab and when I turn the corner I hear the familiar sounds of someone working in the lab. I breathe in relief and turn the corner to see Peter playing around with his suit. Oh thank the gods.

"Oh, hey Mr Stark! Good to see you're ok!" I breathe out in relief again and grin uncontrollably. If I was anyone else, I would've given him a hug, instead I just pat his shoulder, probably looking every bit a Proud father.

"Good to see you kid. You ok?" he nods, but pulls up his arm slightly, looking concentrated.

"Pretty much. Only problem is my arm was paralysed. My body is working on healing it so I do have slight control over it, except it's hard." I nod. He wouldn't have gotten off scotch free. I ruffle his somewhat dry hair and nod.

"Yeah. You were incredibly brave to do what you did by the way." He smiles slightly.

"I was just doing what you would've done." I shake my head but say nothing else, no arguing with Peter.

"Sure kid." we both turn to our respective stations, and I lose sight of Peter through all the electronics. It continues like this for a couple of hours when I get a notification from FRIDAY about breakfast.

"What do you say kid? Wanna come up for food?" he shakes his head, his probably gelled hair not moving.

"Nah, I don't need food." I laugh and shake my head fondly.

"You can say that again. I'm going to go up and socialise, put their minds at rest." He makes no movement to this and I wipe my hands on a cloth, ready to go upstairs. When I'm ready I go up and sit down.

"Hello everyone." they all stay quiet, looking at me like I'm a ticking time bomb.

"Tony, are you ok?" I look at my husband, confused.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" I see nearly everyone at the table wince, but Peter in the corner just smiles sadly. Wait, why is Peter up here? Didn't he say he didn't need food?

"You're not upset about what happened with Peter?" I look at Steve curiously. He just can't use his arm, and even that isn't that bad because of his fast healing. And considering he could've died it's really not bad at all.

"Of course not. He'll soon heal." Everyone sitting around the table looked at each other confused at this. Why? I frown. This is odd. We should be celebrating.

"Tony, He can't heal. He's dead." What. No, no I just talked to him? I turn to where Peter was in the corner. He smiles sadly at me, but I can barely see it. He's transparent and fading quick.

"What? But he can't be, I just talked to him?" Everyone winces.

"You can't have, honey. He's dead. We're preparing for his funeral. The only reason he's not already buried is that we wanted you to be awake to see it."

I can physically feel the whole world crashing around me. He wasn't ok. How could he not be ok? He is Spide- he was Spiderman. He's dead now. Peter. My Peter? Is dead. NO. he can't be, he can't, he CAN'T!

"Wh-what?" I swallow harshly. Soon tears are streaming down the face now buried in my hands. I'm soon gathered into a huge hug. I can feel the sadness radiating from everyone else. My Peter. I'm sorry, I failed you.

-Time skip-

"We are here to commemorate Peter Parker. He was loved by all and sacrificed himself so that we could be here today" I could feel the tears coming and I got choked up.

"He was a son to me, and a friend to many others. He was an amazing hero, but more importantly, an amazing person. May he rest in peace. Thank you"

The coffin was lowered and I sat down, clasping hands with Stephen. We all watched as the coffin containing his body was lowered into the ground. It was a white colour with stickers all over it, that was what we all did. He would've liked it. There were barely any people there, only the Avengers and his close friends. Including May. I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them I locked eyes with Peter.

He nodded his head at me, smiling sadly. I nodded back at him slightly and watched as he faded away. I locked my eyes on the coffin once again. He truly was a hero. He was a better person than I ever was. He did what I wanted. I wish I could've done what he wanted.