Irondad and Spiderson One-Shots (Requests Open!)

Gloomy Birthdays

Peter stood there looking at the small cake Aunt May had gotten him. He sighed as he looked for candles to put on top of the cake, once he found them he put four on the cake. Placing the box of candles back in the drawer, he took out a match. He lit the match and one by one he lit the candles.

He looked at the cake with a sense of dread. A birthday alone. Sure he had Aunt May, but did he? He didn't mean to sound bitter or act like a spoiled brat. Aunt May got him the cake, balloons, and a card. But why wasn't she here helping him put the candles on the cake, fussing over him even doing it? Why wasn't she here to sing him happy birthday? Pushing back those thoughts he began to sing.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Peter, happy birthday to you," he sang in a low voice as to not wake May up.

He blew out the candles and cut a small slice of cake for himself. Knowing that Aunt May was already asleep, he covered up the cake. He went into his room and sat on his bed. Looking at the small slice of cake he couldn't help but feel a need to cry. But why did he feel so guilty about it? He had family and friends but no one seemed to care for him. Sure, he didn't care much for birthdays, but at least he wanted to feel as though someone cared. And maybe one day he'll feel that way. But for now, he'll just push down the tears and eat his cake in silence.

After this, he'll go on patrol and pretend like this never happened. He'll move on. And who knows? Maybe in the weak moments he'll remember this birthday and want to cry. But like always he'll just push the tears away and move on with his life.

The discarded candles on the kitchen counter are a reminder of Peter's wish for a birthday filled with love, even if it only happens once.

A/N: If today's your birthday, happy birthday! If tomorrow is your birthday, happy birthday! Honestly, even if it isn't your birthday, still happy birthday!