Revenge...

The Aftermath

"Tony. I know this is so hard for you, but you know Peter wouldn't want you to kill Loki too..." Nat sighed. "We'll put him in a prison where he can't escape and he won't bother you ever again."
I didn't say anything, my head was in my hands and I was still crying.
"Don't you understand? He doesn't need to bother me again. He took the one thing I really loved away from me." I looked into her eyes. "He's already done worse than killing me, he killed my Peter."
"Tony..." Natasha sighed.
"And now I need to go find my kid's body, so if you'll excuse me." I said angrily.
"Stark. Someone else will find Peter, you can't do this. It will hurt you even more." Natasha protested.
"Nat. I'll be back soon, I've already found the coordinations of the building, I'll go get him and bring him back." I smiled.
"Stark... you're worrying me. You're acting like he's alive and I'm scared for you." I dropped my head, she was right. I guess some small part of me wanted it to believe it was fake. I stood up and went to my room, I put on the suit and took off using the balcony. I was going to find my son. I wouldn't come back until I did. I soared over the buildings and over forests until I finally reached the abandoned centre.
"JARVIS?" I whispered.
"This is the place, sir."
I let out a breath and walked in, on the floor, in the middle of the area was my kid. His face was covered in blood and he was curled into a ball. I took a few steps back in shock, I wanted to scream but it wouldn't come out. I fell to the floor and just sat there thinking that it wasn't real. That my kid was just at school, playing games and having fun. But there he was, out in the open for anyone to see. The more I thought about it, the more suspicious I became, why didn't Loki hide him or something. I stood up and walked over slowly. I put my arm underneath Peter and picked him up. He was so light, and his face looked different too. I choked back tears and flew back to the Tower. I came in the main entrance this time, not caring about the looks strangers were giving me. I stared emotionlessly as Natasha dropped to the floor, crying harshly.
"This isn't my Peter." I said coldly.
"T...Tony. I...I don't know what you mean." Natasha cried.
"I mean... this is not my kid. I know my child and this is not him." I said, annoyed that she didn't believe me. "Do you want proof? Peter has a freckle on his left hand, it was very noticeable. This person does not have one." I laid the dead person on the sofa. "That's not my Peter!" I yelled. Natasha grabbed my arm and looked up confusedly at me.
"You're insane! Your kid is lying there, dead, in front of you. And we're having a funeral for him and you think it's not him?" She looked scared.
"I know it's not. Go ahead, have a funeral for this person but I'm not attending cause I've never met him." I smiled, almost crazily. Natasha ran out and I went to my room to rewatch the video of Peter "dying" for the millionth time. I would find out what happened if it killed me. It doesn't matter if no one believes me, if there's even a tiny possibility that Peter is alive then I will keep searching until the day I die...