A Different Type of Game

Gone

A/N: This is more of a mourning chapter... the next one will be more interesting, but I wanted to show how sad and angry Peter is. It's pretty short, too, but I'll try to update tomorrow if I can. I'm actually unbelievably busy, so I'm not sure.

"NO!"

Peter couldn't think of a time where he felt more hopeless. He wished he could say he felt empty, but that wasn't the case. He'd never felt more sadness or anger. May was.. gone. She was dead. Harry killed her, he killed the only family member Peter had left... 

Peter fell to his knees, staring at the flaming remains of the building his aunt too her last breath in. He never thought he would ever lose her. He felt tears stream down his face even harder. He was sobbing so loud he was pretty sure California could hear him. He let out a wail, so loud his throat began to burn, but he didn't care. He kept screaming.

His mourning was interrupted by an incoming call from Mr. Stark and he picked up.

"Hey, kid. I got Michelle to the hospital, they say she'll be just fine. Now all we have to do is find that son of a b-"

Peter let out another wail. He couldn't hold it in. He began sobbing once more.

"Pete? What's wrong? Are you okay? Stay right there, I've got your location." The call ended, but Peter hardly noticed. Why did he have to lose everyone he loved? 

In that moment, Peter had promised himself Harry would get what he deserved. He would show no mercy to the man who killed his aunt. 

He saw Tony headed towards him. At this point, the closest thing to a family Peter had was Mr. Stark, but he would give anything for that to not be the case.

"Peter?" Tony asked when he reached the web-slinger. "Peter, what the hell happened?"

"H-He killed her. He k-k-killed M-May. Blew her u-up." Peter responded in-between sobs. Saying it out loud made him feel even more broken on the inside. He didn't even know off that was possible.

"W-what? He killed May?" Tony seemed shocked. He didn't realize how dangerous this man really was. 

Peter ran into Tony's arms, still sobbing.

They sat there under the moonlight, Peter sobbing while Tony comforted him, letting silent tears roll down his face. 

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Peter woke up in an unfamiliar room. He looked around, feeling like something was missing. Then he remembered. He remembered everything. He left out a silent sob, wishing that it had been a dream.

But it wasn't.

Tony came in, carrying some eggs and toast on a plate. "Hey," he said. "It's okay."

"No," Peter said, almost in a whisper. "No' it's not. He killed her. And he's going to pay."

"Now, don't go making harsh decisions. Think-think about what may would want."

"May is dead! She's gone, and nothing can change that!" It felt good to let out some of his anger out. He felt bad about yelling at Mr. Stark, but what do you expect from a teenager who just saw his aunt die?

"I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have yelled. I'm just..."

"No, you have ever right to be upset. I- I was pretty messed up when my parents died. But I promise you, that man will pay. For what he did to you, Michelle, and May." Peter felt good to know he wasn't alone, as much as he wanted to be. He knew he needed someone to lean on, and he was happy that someone was Mr. Stark.

But what gave him the most closer was knowing that, at this point, Harry Osborn was a dead man.