Spider-Son One-Shots

Someone you loved

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*Tony Stark first Person*

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

I took another sip of the beer, sloshing it around. I could tell I was drunk but I didn't care. As I stumbled down the hallway to Peter's room I thought about the last time I'd been this drunk, probably back during the Civil War. The last time I was drunk like this Peter came and talked to me and it helped. Now Peters gone.

I need somebody to heal

Somebody to know

Somebody to have

Somebody to hold

It's easy to say

But it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

I wanted-no needed Peter back, back breathing, back laughing, back living. Everyone tells me the pain will pass, that I'll get over it, but how can I get over it when my kid is gone? Whenever I was in a bad spot Peter always numbed the pain. He would run in the room happy and excited and time would just stop. The thoughts of war and villains would leave and I would set my beer, wine, or vodka down. I would do anything for Peter.

Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

The days mix together, beer and vodka getting me through them. I can't even remember the last time I talked to Pepper. I just sit at the bar all day drinking, and every now and then Pepper will come in and check on me, making sure I don't die.

I arrive at Peters room and stumble slightly, leaning against the doorframe. I surveyed his dorky room, his Star Wars posters, lego sets, and his iron man bedsheets. I got him those. I feel tears pour down my cheeks and I stumble once again. I sat on my knees in the middle of Peters room, sobbing.

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to turn to

I failed. I failed and Thanos almost killed me, because of that, Doctor Strange gave away the stone and Thanos snapped away half of the universe. But that doesn't matter, he snapped away Peter. It felt good, mentoring someone, making sure they wouldn't turn out like me. Peter was like a son to me. Now he's dead.

This all or nothing way of loving got me sleeping without you

Now, I need somebody to know

Somebody to heal

Somebody to have

The tower is empty. All the Avenger are trying to heal the world, trying to mend peoples lives, going to therapy sessions, and seeing what family they have left. Pepper is touring the world, giving people money and food. I'm alone in the tower all day, drinking. It's empty without Peters happy voice ringing through the halls or his infectious energy spreading to all of us. I stumble up and walk over to Peters bedside table, I pick up a photo of us. Peter is smiling and pointing at me, like I'm the best thing on the planet, I'm not. I failed him.

Just to know how it feels

It's easy to say but it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape

Now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I see photos of Peter all throughout the halls. Each time I see them I break down sobbing, I put too many up. It's been three years since he was snapped. It still feels like yesterday he was holding onto me, saying he didn't want to go. Then he... apologized. I always told him he did that too much. Those were his last words, "I'm sorry".

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

And I tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes

I fall into your arms

I'll be safe in your sound 'til I come back around

How can I be Iron Man if I can't protect one of the most important people to me? I haven't touched the suits in forever, they're just collecting dust. Dust... Peter. That's all he is now, just a pile of dust. I couldn't even keep it and put it in a urn. It blew away immediately to who knows where. I don't think I've actually fallen asleep in the past year. I've just been passing out every time I drink too much. It's been enough sleep though and every time I do pass out I have dreams of Peter. They're good dreams though, fueled by alcohol. Dreams of Peter living, sometimes memories, sometimes things I always wanted to do with him. Sleeping is way better than being awake, in a world without Peter. I have a feeling that if I fell asleep naturally, without alcohol, I'd have nightmares.

For now the day bleeds

Into nightfall

And you're not here

To get me through it all

I let my guard down

And then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

I hear the door open and I turn around to see Bruce standing there excitedly. I get a surge of anger, why is he smiling when Peter is dead?! I stand up and wipe my eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask, glaring at him.

He raised his hands in surrender but he was still smiling.

"Do you want Peter back?" He questioned, smiling wide.

"What kind of question is that? Do I want Peter back?" I snarled.

"Tony, I have a plan. Have you ever heard of time travel?"