SpiderMan Avengers One shots Dad!Tony

Stark-Rogers (1)

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The white walls around me make my heart beat faster, and the fact that my Aunt, my las relative, is on the other side of that wall. On her death bed. And I can't be with her. She could be gone, dead, and I'll never be able to say good bye. The scene replays over and over in my head as if to haunt me. The sirens blaring and the sound of her body falling onto the cement.

The red color of her blood sticking out on the grey road, her eyes rolling back in her head, my screams and sounds of chatter from those around me. The squealing of tires as they make there exscape. And worst of all, I just stood there. I could have put something over the cut, I could have went after the van, but what do I do... Stand. I did nothing. May didn't deserve this, no one really could (besides Thanos). I can see her pale skin and the thin white sheets around her. The Cardiograph slowly beeping in the background with every time her heart beat. The tubes hooked up to her to keep her alive.

And then I can see the Cardiograph stop making noises, her cest stop slowly falling. Her eyes closing forever, the nurses pulling the blankets over her face. I want to scream, I want to run, I want to leave here forever, just live where nothing is wrong, no responisbilities, no death or hatred. Calm down, Peter. Breathe. Aunt May is fine.

I tune into the noises coming from the other side of the wall, I hear the bussle of nurses walking around, the clicking of machines, and lastly I hear the steady but slow beep. It sooths me, it tells me she is still alive.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

It is as if I am stranded in the ocean and this is my life raft, well I suppose it is in away. Without Aunt May I have nothing, absoulutely nothing. No family, no nothing. Sure I have Ned, but I would feel bad staying at there house, I wouldn't want to burden them. I suppose I could just put a heater into the Spider-Man suit and live in the streets. Or I could find an abandon building.

Beep.

Beep.

She is not going to die though. In a few days I will walk out of the hospital with Aunt May and go back to our apartment and continue living our lives like nothing happened. She will be alive, and we will be together.

Beep.

Beep.

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Where is the nex beep? Why isn't it-

The door flies open and I look at the nurse with wide eyes standing up and running over to her. Maybe she was stabalized and they where able to take her off? By the look in her eyes I can tell it is not that, by the shuffling of sheets in the room next to me. By the quiteing of machines.

"I'm sorry Peter. We tried stabalizing her, but her spine was broken in two different places and she stopped breathing four times in surgery, once we where able to stabalize her again, we saw that she had pieces ofconcrete stuck through her rib, collapsing her lung. Your Aun was a fighter, she was just fighting and impossible fight to win," The nurse says. The world seems to stop moving around me and the hall around me blurs together. This morning she was fine. We where fine. But now, she is laying on a hospital bed. But now she is gone. I'm in too much shock for tears to fall. I am in too much shock to sob. So I just stand there. Like I just stood there when she was hit by the god damn car. If I would have listened to my senses we wouldn't be here.

But I didn't, and there is nothing I can change about that. I will never be able to change that in my life or the next life. Aunt May is dead, just like my mom and dad, just like Uncle Ben.

"Peter," I hear a voice say from next to me, she is wearing a pencil skirt and blouse, "I'm here to take you to your parents," I glare at her with hate.

"My parents are dead. So is my Aunt and Uncle. I have nothing, nothing left."

She looks at me with confusion and I stare back, my eyes shooting dagars at her. Everything I have is gone! How does she not understand that? I can't bring them back the are GONE!

"Well... we actually found that... I thought they told you... Mary and Richard are not your parents. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers are," She says in a quite voice.

I actually scoff at this, as if my parents are the two most famous people in the world. Superheros.

"I'm not 3, I know that I am alone, I know that I have nothing less, you don't have to make stuff up! Just tell me the truth, tell me that I am alone, that I have nothing left!" I practically scream at the women standing in front of me.

"Peter," I hear a voice from behind me say. I turn around and see a tall muscular man with blonde hair as well as a shorter man with a gotee, they are holding hands and looking at me with concerned eyes.

"I know this is very hard to belive, and we wheren't going to tell you today, after what just happened, but child protection services made us," Tony says. Any other day would be in shock, I would be happy, I would be fanboying over the two. But not today, I look at them with hate.

"You are not my parents. My parents are Richard and Mary Parker." I state. I begin need to get out of here, I have to get out of here. Without thinking any more I run past the couple and through the doors, but I don't stop running. The warm air surrounds me and people stare. I just keep running, my legs start to burn as well as my eyes, but for different reasons. I take wone step, and then another, and soon the tears fall.

Tears fall down my face and I cant breathe, I turn into an alleyway and climb up the side not caring who sees me at the moment. I crawl up onto the roof and start sobbing. I hug my legs with my arms and burry my face in my knees. I gasps for air inbetween sobs. Aunt May is dead. The sky around me slowly turns darker but I am still crying, by now I'm sure I wouldn't be able to talk.

Slowly, my sobs stop, but the whole in my heart does not lessen in the least, exushtion takes over my body and my eyes slowly close. I feel my self being lifted into the air, but my spidey sense doesn't wake me up. My mind jumbles and I can't seem to rember anything that happened today. So I don't care. Maybe it is May? Carrying me back into my room after watching Star-Wars?

"I larb you, May," I whisper, my voice hoarse, and I'm not quite sure why. I hear a sharp intake of a breath and then my world completely fades from around me.