Tom Holland Blurbs

after [part two] (p.p.)

***ENDGAME SPOILERS***

In the days leading up to Tony's funeral, Peter was quiet. Too quiet. He had shut down completely, as if all the tears he had cried had taken his voice with them. I tried my hardest to cheer him up, but I was grieving in my own way after finding out that Natasha Romanoff had sacrificed herself the same way Tony had. Peter was sad about losing her too, but Tony's death was what had understandably devastated him. 

I didn't have to tell Peter how much Natasha had meant to me. She was like my older sister and we had slowly built up such a trusting relationship that I told her things I had never told Peter or even my mom. Things like struggling with my confidence and worrying about Peter finding someone better and prettier than I was. Natasha was always there for me, she had told me once that I gave her a sense of normalcy in her life.

And now she was gone. I had broken down crying more than once because no one was talking about the sacrifice of the Black Widow. Not that she should overshadow Tony, but her sacrifice was no less immense and should be honored as such. 

So, as I walked up to the cabin where Tony and Pepper had created their perfect little family, I tugged on Peter's jacket sleeve. He turned towards me slowly, May turning back briefly to check on us before continuing on. Peter looked so tired, he had stopped crying around 3 am the morning of the funeral, and had focused on trying to be strong for May and I. I think it was him trying to concentrate on anything but what we were here for, and I admired how much strength it must have taken him to square his shoulders and remain upright. I held one of Peter's hands tightly in my own as I breathed in shakily and leaned my forehead against his.

"What's wrong, Y/N? Do you need a minute?" Peter whispered, his voice sounded robotic, like he was doing everything he could to keep all emotion out of it.

"No," I breathed out, my eyes closed as I took comfort in his closeness, "but Natasha does, Pete. After this, we gotta do something for her, even if no one else will."

I blinked my eyes open, meeting Peter's sad brown gaze and watched as determination trickled into his eyes. I knew he was on my side as he took in a sharp breath and nodded his head against my own. I smiled softly and brought his hand up to my face, pressing soft kisses against his knuckles. We turned and made our way up the steps into the cabin, just in time to see a hologram of Tony flicker into sight in front of everyone gathered in the living room. I heard Peter's breath catch in his chest and his knees almost gave out, I moved under his shoulder, allowing his weight to lean on me, praying that I would be strong enough to take his weight for as long as he needed me.

Tony's voice floated throughout the room, both comforting and saddening all at once. Peter and I came to a stop next to May, she helped me hold him up, all of us leaning into each other. I could see Pepper and Morgan on the couch. This was the first time I had ever seen Morgan and my heart broke at how young she was to have lost so much.

"Everybody wants a happy ending. Right? But it doesn't always roll that way. Maybe this time. I'm hoping if you play this back, it's in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored, if there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren't alone, let alone, you know, to this extent, I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised, but come on, the epic forces of dark and light that have come in to play. And for better or worse, that's the reality Morgan's gonna have to find a way to grow up in. So I thought I better record a little greeting, in the case of an untimely death, on my part. I mean, not that death at any time isn't untimely. This time travel thing we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. Then again that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end. What am I even tripping for? Everything's gonna workout exactly the way it's supposed to."