(A/N: Hi everyone! Welcome to my story! Just a disclaimer, if you haven't seen endgame yet, I would recommend that you don't read my story just yet. There are MAJOR spoilers ahead, and I don't want to ruin the movie for anyone. If you have seen endgame, feel free to read on! :) Side note, this is taking place after endgame and before Far From Home -Jill, your lovely author)
It had been 453 days, 10,872 hours, 652,000 minutes, and 39,139,200 seconds since the lives of the Avengers had been changed forever. And everyone had yet to recover.
Through the loss of Cap, Tony, and Natasha, Earth's "mightiest heroes" were feeling far from themselves. Possibly the most heartbroken of the bunch being Peter Benjamin Parker. On the outside, he was just a normal, 15 year old kid from Queens, but in reality, he was the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. And he had lost the closest thing to a father he had ever had, 453 days, 10,872 hours, 652,000 minutes, and 39,139,200 seconds ago.
You may be wondering, "It's been over a year. Surely he must be healing by now". And, sure, he most likely is, but that isn't the story we're going to be following. This is a story about how one girl, Kamryn Jones, saw her friend in a different light. How she helped Peter and Peter helped her. How, together, they healed and coped with heartbreak and tragedy. Because, you see, Kamryn was no ordinary girl herself. And as you're going to find out, sometimes all we need is someone to tell us that they won't go
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don't go... -Peter Parker/ Spiderman
Fanfiction----------------------------------------------- He fell into my arms, tears spilling down his face "I'm alone... Please, don't go too" -------------------------------------------------
