Quick A/N: No infinity war or endgame spoilers! Thx for reading and enjoy!
"Beeeeep!"
The sound echoed in Peter's enhanced ears, vibrating through his small frame all the way to the pit of his stomach, where pieces of his newly shattered heart lay.
"No," the teen whispered, raising his head from the mattress and looking at his aunt with desperate, tear-filled eyes. "No, no, no, no."
Just then, a nurse rushed into the room, turning off the monitor and announcing time of death as, "0145am."
Peter pulls in a shuddering breath, tears blurring his vision. He doesn't notice the nurse kneel by his side.
"Hon," her voice is soft and filled with regret, like she'd done this many times but it still hurt to do so. "Can I get you anything? Is there anyone I can call for you?"
Peter unfurled himself in the plastic chair he was sitting in, his chest heaving with each breath. His wide brown eyes were trained on the floor. "B-bucket," He wheezed.
The nurse understood immediately, getting up and retrieving the trash can from the corner of the hospital room. She handed it to peter who proceeded to shove his face into the bin and empty all the contents from his stomach. The nurse rubbed his back soothingly as he vomited.
Only when his gags turned to dry-heaves, did the nurse ask again.
"Is there anyone I can call to come get you?" She asked, taking the bucket from the young boy's trembling hands.
Peter wiped his mouth, pulling in ragged breaths with the desperation of someone who had been drowning. He slowly nodded, mind finally made up.
"Can you call Tony Stark for me?"
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Overgrown-an Irondad and Spideyson fanfic
Fanfiction!!not completed!! When Aunt May dies from stage four cancer, Peter Parker finds that he has no one else to turn to other then his mentor, Tony Stark, quickly turned father figure. Disclaimer: I don't own these characters-all rights to marvel!! !!no...
