Agent Rogers-Peter Parker(Spiderman-Far From Home)-BOOK7

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At Tony's Funeral

Sawyer's POV

I stood out on the deck looking at the lake as it sparkles from the sunlight reflecting off it and the three blowing gracefully in the wind bring me some comfort during this time of sadness.

Mourning the loss of friends who were like family to us. I was filled with a sense of admiration for my Aunt Natasha's sacrifice along with Mr. Stark's.

I kept myself composed around my parents trying not to worry them, but I know my mom can see right through my facade.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know anyone else was out here." A voice spoke. I turn to see for whom the source of the voice was coming from. It was a boy around my age maybe a bit older with brunette curly locks, and adorable brown eyes. I think my parents talking about him. His name was Spiderman, or something referencing an insect.

I must admit he is quite cute.

"No, it's fine please join the party, we have chips and salsa and in a few minutes we're gonna break the karaoke and the smoke machine." I quipped lightheartedly.

He cracks a soft smile at my remark.

"I promise not to bite I just wanted to get away from everyone for a few minutes." I assured.

"Me too." He spoke. I beckon him to join me. He heads my gesture. He approaches taking a spot next to me being merely a few inches apart from each other.

He fidgets his fingers. "Did you know Mr. Stark?"

"Only through my parents." I replied.

"Who are your parents?" he asks.

"You may know them as Captain America and Agent James." I replied.

His face holds an expression of shock. "They're your parents?"

I simply nod in response to his statement.

"Wow, so you grow up around the Avengers." He says.

"Um, sort of I didn't live in the tower, but I did visit every once in a while." I said smiling at the fond memories of going there. Sometimes training with Aunt Nat.

My smile soon disappeared. I choked back my tears.

"Sorry I didn't me to-"

"It's okay. Hey, it's funeral it's one of the many times where it's acceptable to cry." I joked.

"Who did you lose?" he asks.

"My godmother she truly was like my best friend." My bottom lips trembled.

"Don't worry I think she would be proud of the way your handle yourself out there. I've seen you fight you got moves." He complimented.

I wiped away my few escaped tears.

"Thanks, Underoos." I smiled.

We share a laugh at his expense.

"I'm Peter. Peter Parker." He said.

"I'm Sawyer. Sawyer Rogers." I said.