Not Alone

Chapter 5

Aunt mays funeral

Peters POV

I was wearing all black. I wasn't holding an umbrella despite it raining. I just stood there. Looking at the coffin. I was glad it was raining, cause I was crying way too much.

There were only a few people there. Nobody I knew though. They were all people from aunt mays work places. We shook hands and talked a little after the funeral was over and we were inside, but I didn't  make conversation. I didn't feel like talking to anyone, so I went back to the graveyard. This time I did have an umbrella.

"Hey kid." A voice said. I jumped and turned around. After I saw who it was I relaxed a bit, and turned back to face her grave. "What do you want Mr.Stark?" I asked, a bit annoyed that he came here. "I just want to offer my condolences. And uh... to give you something, but it can wait for another time I guess..." he said. I just wanted him to leave, so I said "yes I guess it can." I one of the most fed up time I could. I felt bed though. "Sorry. I just... I don't really feel like it right now... thank you though." I said. He didn't say anything. And then I herd footsteps walk away, then a car door shutting. As soon as I herd him drive off I relaxed completely. Then I started to cry again. I crochet to the ground, and stared at the grave stone.

"Your really gone... I-I'm gonna miss you. You know that?" I said talking to the grave. "God, this is all my fault. If I was just there, I could get you out... I could have saved you. Why wasn't I there?" I started to blame myself, and kept talking to the grave by myself.  I stayed the for about 2 hour, mourning her death.

When I finally stopped, The was a man who walked up to me. With pity in his eyes. "Hello. You must be Mr.parker?" He asked. I only nodded. "I'm Oxford Mall. Im here from HOMES. Since you have no other living relatives, you have to be placed in our care, until your 18, or someone adopts you." He explains.

"HOMES?" I ask. "Helpful Orphanage for Mediocre Empty Satans.......... our founder had a... strange sense of humor..." the guy averts his eye. I smile a bit and manage to giggle a small bit. "Seriously? Wow." I say. " well I guess you can take me any time now, but I have to go get some new clothes. Ya know, cause my house burned down..." I say. He nods. " that's won't be necessary.  We already bought clothes for you. You just need to get in the car. HOMES pays for you school, and any Necessities you might need." He explained.

" I see... well what about my back pack?" I ask. I didn't bring that with me, I actually left It somewhere in the hospital. "We have it in the car. They said you left it in the hospital so we
Grabbed it for you." He said. I was surprised.

"A-alright then. I-I guess we should be heading off then..." I say. I stood up from crouching, and followed mr.Mall to the car. I hopped in and stared out the window. The car started and we stayed quiet the entire time until we got to HOMES.

I was a big mansion. There was a playground for the younger kids and a little garden for the older kids. They walked me inside, and gave me some clothes. "You must me feeling cold. Put these on." Mr.Mall says. I look down and realize that i am indeed cold, and soaking wet from the rain. I grab the clothes and he leads me to my room. I get changed and sit on my bed. "Here is you backpack Mr.Parker." He says handing me my backpack. "Uh, thanks. Also, it's peter. No need to be formal. I am living here after all." I say. "Of course peter." He says, and walks out of the room. Once he does I lock the door and look in my back pack. I find the hidden compartment and see if my mask is there. It is and I breathe a sigh of relieve.

I lay on my bed, and look around me. "So this is my new life huh?" I say out loud. I close my eyes and try to sleep, but all I see is everyone face. First I see my parents, then I see uncle Ben, then it's Gwen and finally Aunt may. All the people I lost. Tears fill my eyes and I cry myself to sleep.

Tony's POV

I walk away from peter and go back to my car. I take a final glance and see him crouch down. I tell the driver to go and peter starts to cry. I feel so bad for the kid. Sadness washes over me and I look away. "So how was he?" Steve asks. I brought him with me for emotional support. I sigh. "Not good. He wouldn't even look at me for more then a couple seconds. I was gonna give him the special glasses and ear pieces I made for him but it seemed like a really bad time, and I had a feeling he wanted me to leave..." I said sadly. I leaned on Steve who then put an arm around me. "I just don't get kids." I sigh again. Suddenly Steve cliches and he got this look in his eye. The look he gets when he has an idea. "What?" I asked.

"You don't get kids, so in order to get kids, maybe we should do exactly that!" He says excitedly. " are you implying that we should adopt a kid, Steve?" I ask. Raising off of him. I wouldn't mind having a kid. They are adorable. "Yes!" He exclaims. "Alrighty then. I guess we're getting a kid then." I finished. Right when I said that Steve jumped on me and smothered me with kisses. We both laugh and get excited over what we want our child to be like. He had to be smart, and a teen. We wanted some one who couldn't mind being alone. Some one kinda like peter, but since we can't have peter, we will have to find someone else.

In the version I'm making, the avengers don't know that peter is in an orphanage. They think he has other relatives. This way it goes along with the story.

I'm also trying outros, so I'm gonna try this one:

Farewell my  kitties. See you in the afterlife😸😸😸😸😸😸😸😸😸😸😸