-Tony Stark-
"Who was he?" Nebula asked, staring at the ground. "The kid, I mean."
"Just a kid." Tony shrugged and wiped his nose with the pad of his thumb. "Just a kid with a spider costume and a stupid sense of humor."
"Seems like you didn't think he was that stupid," Nebula tore her eyes away from the ground and looked at Tony. "Who was he to you, exactly?"
"I don't know," Tony shrugged. "An intern."
"Doesn't seem like he's just an intern." She paused. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," Tony rubbed his eyes.
"Are you sure?" Nebula asked again.
"Yes," Tony said, firmly.
Nebula stares at Tony's face. "Are. You. Sure."
Tony threw himself to his feet. "No, I'm not okay! Do I look okay? Do I sound okay?! I just watched a friend die! And a kid who I told I would keep safe, who thought of me as a father, he died, too, and all that's good in the world is gone because half of everything is dead!"
Tony's voice cracked. He wiped his face and stormed off.
Nebula looked down and began picking up the ashes of Peter.
"We'll give you a proper burial when you get home."
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Fanfiction⚠️IW SPOILERS!⚠️ DON'T READ IF YOU WANT TO WATCH INFINITY WAR BEFORE YOU GET SPOILED! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! Everyone is stranded. They're all alone, and they have no idea how they're going to get home.
