IronDad/SpiderSon One-shots

A Hero Never Dies (Lies)

Third Person POV:
Word Count: 8,346
Trigger Warning: Grief/Loss/Major Character death/Mentions of effects of grief (not eating/not sleeping/severe sadness and depression)/Alcohol/just plain sad/Mentions of an afterlife
Author's Note: No beta, no read through. So sorry if this doesn't make sense. In a way, grief doesn't make sense, so it makes sense that this doesn't either. Ima stop before I say sense again. Ope, too late-
Also, part 69. This will never make you want to read a part 69 again. Enjoy the 5 + 1

1.

The city of New York was far too quiet for the giant city it was.

"Today, we as a city mourn the loss of one of our greatest heroes."

The streets were still full of people, but there wasn't much noise. No one talked along their walks. Most people kept their heads down. While the city was as lively as usual, it didn't seem to be alive at all.

"Our beloved Spider-Man, who'd been known for his crime fighting in Queens, died last night."

Queens was the quietest neighborhood of them all, but the streets were by far the fullest. There were people everywhere. They were painting Spider-Man murals on the wall or leaving Spider-Man shrines along the streets.

"Witnesses say that there was a shoot-out three blocks from Delmar's Deli-Grocery."

No one was afraid to be on the streets. Despite the typically criminally-active neighborhood, it seemed as if the criminals were staying off the streets. Whether out of fear of the Spider-Man supporters or to mourn Spider-Man himself, no one was sure.

"Spider-Man stopped the masked shooter and saved ten hostages at the expense of his life."

Those ten hostages were gathered together where the shoot-out took place. Forensics had cleared out and it had been deemed no longer a crime scene. Those ten, along with hundreds more people, were decorating the place with Spider-Man everything. Paintings, pictures, old news articles, and anything you could possibly think of that could have been related to Spider-Man. People brought red and blue flowers. There were dozens of small candles, some red and some blue.

"He was already gone by the time that EMTs arrived on scene."

It wasn't just the ten hostages that were there. Those hundreds of other people were people that Spider-Man had either helped or saved. There was the old lady he helped cross the street. She brought a churro in honor of that day. There was a group of siblings that Spider-Man had helped get their cat out of a tree. A group of people that's apartment building burnt down were there with all their pets—he went back in to save every single animal in that building. There were dozens of people there that he had prevented from being mugged or helped when they were getting attacked. All the people that Spider-Man had helped during his life.

"With Spider-Man's death, also comes the revealing of his identity. The masked vigilante was Peter Parker, a sixteen-year-old student from Midtown School of Science and Technology."

There was no preventing the revealing of Spider-Man's identity now that he was dead. Most people didn't know who Peter Parker was. To them, he was just a young kid that had done so much for the city. A kid too young to die. For those who did know Peter Parker, it was an even greater loss. His school had done a memorial for him. Teenagers from his school decorated his locker in honor. A group of students made a Spider-Man statue with Peter's name, date of birth and date of death on it.

"His close friends and family will be having a private funeral at a disclosed location, but the mayor has decided to have a public service in central park for anyone who would like to attend."