Spiderman oneshots

14- I don't deserve you

3rd person pov

They were all back. Natasha, Gamora, Loki, Vision, everyone who died for the Endgame. Tony didn't. He didn't exactly die, mostly thanks to Peter and Bruce, but he wasn't doing so good. He wasn't doing anything at all, actually. Tony had been in a coma since the battle, wich had been 7 months. Peter had turned 17, he was living with the Avengers, but he felt like he didn't deserve it. He let them down, Tony is in a coma, He could have snapped. It was his fault, and he knew it.

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Peter sits down at the kitchen island and is immediately greeted by Morgan jumping into his arms. The saturday morning sun glances through the blinds at the penthouse of the Avenger's tower. "Hey princess, how'd u sleep?" Peter tilts Morgan up to the counter and sits her down. She was wearing her spiderman themed pyjamas. "Great, I had a dream that daddy came back and hugged me! He bought me a color book full with awesome animals!" The girl chirped, not noticing the way Peter's face falls.

He quickly composes himself and boops Morgan's nose. "Why don't we go downtown this weekend to get you a nice colorbook?" Morgan's eyes light up and she nods enthousiatically. "Hey kids, I have to check up on Tony, but Steve will make pancakes or something, okay?" Pepper enters the kitchen, dressed in a black pencil skirt and a formal white button up.

"Okay mommy! I do want chocolate chip this time though." Morgan pouts at her mom and Pepper smiles warmly. "Steve can decide that. Bye morgs, bye Pete." Morgan waves at her mom and jumps off the counter, probably to get her barbies to show Peter. "Bye, ms. Potts." Pepper smiles and mouths 'Pepper' before leaving. Peter doesn't deserve it. It was all his fault, he had the gauntlet in his hands, he could have done something, he was a superhuman, he-

"Queens, you want choco chips?" Steve's voice pulls Peter out of his negative train of thoughts. "Uhm, no, plain is fine.." Steve nods and before Peter can think again, Morgan is holding onto his leg. 

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"Is something wrong, Helen?" Pepper asks worriedly, and the other woman smiles. "Don't worry, ms. Potts, it's actually quite good news." Helen says as she walks Pepper into the room of her husband. "I would say so, too." The voice is hoarse, but it is unmistakeable the voice of Tony Stark. "Tony! Oh my- Jesus, Tony." Tony is sitting in his bed, for the first time in 7 months. "Hey, Pep."

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Peter doesn't know what to think when Pepper asks him and Morgan to come have a chat about Tony. 'Is he dead? Did I fail again?' What Pepper actually tells them is totally different, but Peter doesn't know if he's happy about it.

Tony is awake. Peter's heart skips a beat. 'He's going to hate me. It was my fault, he knows it. He missed 7 months of the life of his daughter. I'm selfish, an idiot.' 

Peter feels dizzy as the trio arrives at the room. He sees Pepper and Morgan go in, but he can't bring himself to see mr. Stark. He turns around runs to his room and slams the door shut. He can't help but let the tears escape. Sobbing loudly, he sits in the corner of his room.

'Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster.'

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Pepper watches Peter run away, her heart aches. She knows Peter blames himself. "Hey maguna, how you doing, huh?" She hears Morgan's laughter and decides to leave Peter for a moment. "Hey Pep, where's Peter?" Tony asks. "I- He, uhm, couldn't see you right now.."

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Tony wasn't allowed to leave his room yet, so Pepper, Morgan and the others often ate in Tony's room. Peter didn't, and Tony noticed.