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Remembrance

It was seven days after the snap. The whole city of New York was mourning, and the lasting council representatives decided to hold a city-wide funeral for all of those turned to dust. Many people were speaking, including Tony Stark himself, but no one knew who exactly he was speaking for.

The crowd quieted down as Stark cleared his throat, adjusting the microphone with his fingers. He took a quavering breath before closing his eyes.

"Today, I am here to mourn the lost of not only my teammates, but a boy who somehow was able to make my day better by just giving me a phone call. H-e was only sixteen years old, and I knew him for no more than two years, but he made getting out of bed in the morning just a bit more excitable," the billionaire began, already feeling tears burn his eyes.

"His name was Peter Benjamin Parker, soon to be Parker-Stark. His adoption papers were in the process of being confirmed, but when the attack hit and he... and he faded to dust in my arms, I couldn't help but think: 'this boy, who would run into a fight to save people, this boy who would soon be my son, this boy, my boy, is gone.'"

People in the crowd gasped, and some had freefalling tears. Tony stifled a sob up on stage, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his tux.

"Peter was a fighter. He will always be a fighter in my heart. He helped people day after day, and never got the recognition from it because no one knew it was him."

The gathered peoples' ears perked up at the mention of this.

"The first time I met him was at his small apartment with his now-late aunt, gadgets and random robots scattered about his room. I poked an over-hanging ceiling panel with a stick and out fell these horrid blue and red spangly pajama looking things."

A dry laugh left the billionaire's lips.

"He was so flustered that I had found his suit so easily and was embarrassed that I was even holding them in my hands. They had these black swimming goggles attached to the hood so he could see better."

Tony paused for a brief moment before continuing.

"If you haven't caught on yet, Peter was Spider-Man. It's funny to think about, really. This boy could literally (and has) lifted a building with his bare hands, but still allowed himself to get bullied so others wouldn't.  It's remarkable what wonders Peter did, how many times he put his safety on the line for ours."

Tony stopped for a moment, trying to stop himself from full-out sobbing up on stage. He rubbed at his red, puffy eyes, only to seemingly make the condition worse than before.

"If I could do one thing to stop him for fading away, well... I'd give myself instead. This event was inevitable, but maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't been so pure and loving, he would've stayed here on Earth with the broken, being able to comfort others before he himself could find comfort. Because that's who Peter is, a selfless, caring teenage boy who will complain about stubbing his toe eleven hours ago but not even care about being stabbed in the stomach."

"I will always remember him 'til the day I die, and his name will live on, no matter if he makes it back or not."

-

two years later

Thanos loomed over the Avengers, cackling evilly. They were all battered and bruised, why he merely had a few scratched on his purple arms. Tony looked the worse, with blonde gushing from his broken-nose, blood trickling down his temple, a busted lip and a bruised eye, the others could almost feel his pain.

"You... bastard," the billionaire choked out, spitting out blood. Thanks laughed.

"Look at you Stark. So weak, frail... you have no chance against me," the titan boomed. Tony let out a lazy chuckle.

"I know... but she can."

And before they knew it, a moon the size of Venus crashed down on top of Thanos' head, instantly crushing him.

Tony breathed his final breath, eyes rolling back into his head and chest deflating as he was finally at peace.

When he woke up, he was somewhere int he clouds, glorious light shining down upon him. He could hear laughter and cheers int he distance where a palace lay. But one voice wax closer than the others.

"Mr. Stark?"

Tony whipped his head around to see Peter standing a few feet away, dressed in a white cloak. His chestnut curls and brown doe eyes were all too familiar to Tony.

"Peter," he gasped, scrambling to his feet. The two collided in a massive embrace, each of them shedding tears.

They were finally together.

They were finally home.

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