Come on spider-man.

A robbery in Queens, what else is new?

"No problem ma'am." Peter laughed kindly, at the old lady he'd just helped across the road.

That was when he heard it. The gunshots. The screams. The sirens. He lept into action sprinting and swinging towards the sounds. Too shaken up to ask Karen to do re-con. He really wished he had, looking back on the moment. God why hadn't he just asked her for help?

He stormed into the building. Crashing through the barricaded doors and breaking (or bruising) a rib in the process.

He knew this bank. It was the one May had said she was going to, earlier that morning over waffles - the only thing she could actually cook.

Peter wanted to scream out her name. He prayed she had left. That she hadn't been held up. Until he saw a nest of brown hair on the floor, May's brown hair.

"Peter, you have to focus," Karen's voice echoed in his ear. "She'll be okay as long as you're quick, the ambulance is already on its way."

Peter barely heard her, he just stared at May as blood filled the floor around her, outlining small cracks on the white tiles.

"May?" His voice cracked as he fell to the floor, knees cracking the tiles, he pulled her body over to face him. "May wake up! Please! You gotta wake up May."

He reached for his mask, hoping that seeing his face would help keep her awake. "Peter no. Think of the consequences. She's going to be fine." He ignored Karen's voice in his ear pulling off the mask, and allowing the ash from a bomb that he didn't even realise had gone off, enter his eyes.

"Peter?" May groaned out, holding her stomach as blood leaked past her fingers and trickled down her arm, agonisingly fast, as if it was there just to torture him.

He heard the robbers flee and people clamouring for their phones to capture Spider-Man's true identity. He didn't care all he cared about was May.

"May? May! I'm here! I'm here, just focus on me. Don't close your eyes." He whispered, the sirens wailed in the background.

"You didn't tell me you were spider-man," May's voice was light as usual as she smiled weakly at him, but it was laced with pain, Peter simply couldn't figure out if it was emotional or physical.

"May, I'm so-"

"It's okay sweetheart." She croaked, stroking his cheek, her voice growing weaker by the minute as peter kneeled in her blood not caring about how it would never come out of his suit. "I love you no matter what."

May's eyes were beginning to close as peter pulled her up towards him. Hugging her close. "You're gonna be okay the ambulances are here. May just open your eyes! Please!" Peter cried and screamed as he heard her heartbeat slowly fading. "No May! Please no! Not you too!" He curled over her body as the paramedics rushed in, his grip on her waist was as tight as iron, leaning into the gunshots.

The paramedics quickly left, when they found she was dead, Peter wanted to scream at them, tell them to at least try to help her. Do something. Anything. But all that came out was a strangled cry as the blood was somehow still flowing out of the bullet holes. She seemed to have endless amounts, that stained his hands, his suit. His heart.

"Pete?" Mr Stark, questioned behind him, placing a soft hand on his back. "Karen called, you have to get up and let the paramedics do their job." He tried to pry Peter off but Peter's grip never failed him. "Come on kid, you know I can't pull you off, not with your strength."

"What's the point!" Peter yelled out into May's stomach, she still smelled of her trademark perfume, but mostly blood there was so much blood. "She's already dead!" Peter yelled out, turning to face whichever bot Mr Stark had sent. To his surprise Tony was stood there in a black suit and thick, black sunglasses.

"You can't stay here with her forever, you have to let them do what they need to do." Mr Stark sighed sadly, kneeling on the ground next to Peter and rubbing his back as the boy hiccuped, from the tears.

He felt the boy go limp against him and used it to pull the boy off of his aunt. Peter didn't try to protest, he leaned into Mr Stark and sobbed.

"I can't lose her," Peter cried into his shirt. "I don't have anymore family to go to."

Tony almost shed a tear at how many people Pete had lost. But he couldn't. He had to be strong. For Peter.

Peter looked up to the spot where May had been, all that was left was a large pool of blood and her necklace, that poked out of the red lake.

/so this is the first fic I've done in a while and I've gotten better at writing (I hope). This is the first chapter and I'm creating this to cure my poor broken heart from what endgame did to it. I really hope whoever reads this enjoys it/