PARKER ⌁ peter p. imagines

One Day More | ENDGAME

It'd been two months since your best friend died.

You'd lost Tony Stark, the closest thing to a father in your life, the only person you could speak to about anything, and the bravest man you knew.

Tony's death drastically effected you, as it not only completely altered your life, but your boyfriends as well.

Peter Parker has not stopped trying to be a hero since then. He's always out on missions, always patrolling the neighbourhood, and never home.

It was clear that he was grieving, and you supported him in whatever he felt would comfort him through this difficult period in his life, but the last time you saw him in person was Tony's funeral.

You missed him.

Peter would always blow you off when you tried to make plans with him, always walked past you in the halls at school, only temporarily stopping to give you a kiss on the cheek, and never saying anything.

You'd grown tired of it.

One evening, you decided to climb up to the roof of your residence to watch the sunset. Pulling your knees to your chest, you witnessed the sky gradually fading from mango-orange to navy. As the heavens slowly became dotted with thinking stars, a 'swoosh' came from behind you, followed by the sound of feet planting themselves on the ground.

"Mind if I join you, ma'am?"

You didn't verbally respond, but scooted over to silently grant him permission. The boy plopped himself beside you, peeling his mask off and allowing his loose curls to fall.

"Haven't seen you in awhile. How've you been?" He asked. You still didn't respond, but stared blankly ahead. Peter sighed. "I'm sorry, okay? I am." He pursed his lips as he watched your emotionless face. "But you can't expect me to drop my duties now, especially when there's no one else to do it." He spoke sternly, the frustration becoming evident in his voice. "It's just been hard recently."

"It's been hard for me too." You breathed, hardly above a whisper.

"What?"

"I said," You enunciated. "It's been hard for me too." You finally looked at the boy. "Tony wasn't just your friend, Parker. He was mine too."

"He wasn't just my friend, he was practically my da—"

"He was mine too, Peter!" You yelled.

He sat in a stunned silence. You'd never yelled like that before, not to him, not to anyone.

"He was mine too! He was my friend, my rock, my shoulder to lean on, and you know what? He's dead. Dead! And I haven't been able to get a single word out because he was 'your dad.' I know that you're grieving, Pete, God I know that. But every time that I want to talk, you're not there. The moments that I cry until I'm numb, you're not there." You inhaled shakily. "I need you." Your voice cracked. "I need you now more than ever."

Peter's eyebrows scrunched together in pain, and he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a fight embrace. Your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but cry. All of the feelings you'd been bottling up for the past eight weeks were flooding out of you.

Peter caressed your head with eyes shut tight, dreadful guilt building up in his chest. He never saw your pain and numbness— he never even considered your feelings.

"I am so sorry, baby." He whispered in a frail voice. "But this will all blow over— the heartache. It will." He continued to stroke your back as your sobs started to lessen. "It happened to me with Uncle Ben, and it'll happen to us with Tony." His eyes started to form tears as flashbacks crossed his mind. "All you have to do is live every day like Tony would want you to."

You sighed deeply, then separated your head from Peter's shoulder, admiring his sad demeanour. Softly placing a hand on his cheek, you stared into his beautiful brown eyes, and smiled. "Then I'll live every day with you."