Pressure // MARVEL // PETER PARKER

POST-CREDITS SCENE / BONUS SCENE

Dear Peter,

You really don't want to know how long I was thinking of a good way to start this letter. I mean, how do you address a

Morgan's pen floated above the paper for a moment.

dead person anyway? God, I hate to use the word "dead." It makes it seem so real and permanent. I know that that is the case; real and permanent, but I truly don't want to acknowledge that. But I'll come back to that later.
I'll just start at the beginning.
Or well, actually the end.
When you fell asleep (I know I should face the truth, but I truly, truly can't. Not yet. I tried so hard, but I know I'll get there one day, just not now.) I wanted to say so many things to you. So much at once. However, I was so speechless, I just couldn't even form a proper sentence. I think that with this letter I can finally write down the things I wanted to tell you. Maybe I'll lie it on your grave, maybe I'll keep it behind the picture I printed out of you... Who knows. I'll figure that out when I finally finish it, though.
Basically, when Strange woke up, he did that yellow sparkly thing he always does (?) and we came home again. My dad cried, my other dad cried, I cried, you aunt cried, even Strange cried. Just everybody was crying. A week later your funeral took place. A lot of tears had been shed there. I even gave you a speech. I'll write that one down in my next letter, though. If I'll write one, that is.
Not too long after, Strange found out you used the Reality Stone to send the gauntlet into the mirror dimension where it wouldn't be able to hurt anyone. Apparently you talked about the multiple dimensions and you remembered it. Nerd :) . Anyway, given the fact that Strange guarded the Time Stone, it would only make sense he got to keep it and was assigned to protect the Reality Stone too. Vision still has the Mind Stone. The Space Stone was sent to Asgard, just as it used to be. Thor said he would make sure he would protect it with his life. The Power Stone had been given to S.H.I.E.L.D. together with Thanos himself. The purple one, Power, was originally for us, (dad, dad and me) but we didn't want the responsibility and the danger, so now it's sent to King T'Challa (Shuri's brother!! Since when is she a princess omg) because apparently Earth got attacked while we were fighting Thanos and in Wakanda the fight was going on. It was more of a gift and peace offer I think, to make up for all the tech and warriors they provided.
Shuri went back to Wakanda, by the way. She wanted to do some research on the Power Stone, knowing they could make a lot of tech improvements and that kind of stuff out of it. I'm now researching the Reality Stone. I know that it won't bring you back, believe me, I do, but it makes me feel a little less powerless. I work on it together with Strange. I think I'm kind of his "apprentice" or something like that now. I started to like him a little more. He's actually a pretty chill dude, very smart too.
I know how you told me to be happy. And I'm trying, I truly truly truly am. For you. And for myself. My dads made me see a therapist. Honestly, I'm not telling her everything, because she wasn't there. She didn't lose you the way I lost you. She won't understand, and I fully accept that. But talking to someone who won't look at you with pity so you're reminded of everything again actually helps. I think this letter is proof of that. I'm slowly starting to get there, Peter. I'm slowly beginning to be happy again. I'm not there in the slightest, but baby steps. I'll make it, eventually.
You also told us to not feel guilty. That it was your own choice. I can't help but blame myself, though. If I would've stopped Quill or fought Thanos myself, maybe you wouldn't have had to sacrifice yourself at all. Strange feels guilty, knowing that if he had woken up just a little bit sooner, he could've saved you. Dad feels guilty, because if he actually stopped Quill, you wouldn't have to, you know. Quill feels guilty too, I think it's pretty obvious why. None of us blame each other, though. Just ourselves.
Truth be told, I don't know how I'm going to make it, Pete. I recently saw Ellie again, in a S.H.I.E.L.D. cell. I told her everything and she's going to help me not become like her. I trust her with it. So maybe that's a way.
I'm trying my absolute best to stay positive. To look at everything on the bright side. I'm trying so hard, I really am, but it's so difficult to. You're my happiness, how am I going to be happy without you? How am I going to be okay again? How will I ever look at my own Iron Man

Morgan scratchend the last two words, writing her own correction right behind it.

Ms. Blue suit without thinking of you? How am I ever going to stop thinking about you? Maybe I never will, and you know what? I'm fine with that. I'm fine with seeing your beautiful smile every time I walk into The Late Bird. I'm fine with falling asleep to your voice when I can't sleep and keep calling your number, just to listen to your voicemail. I'm fine with that happy tear rolling over my cheek every time I read our stupid messages full of nonsense. I'm fine with the fact that you'll never truly leave me unless I'm ready for it.
I know you're watching me right now, as I'm writing this letter. I know you're laughing at me when I do something clumsy and I know you have an arm around my shoulders whenever I'm crying over you. I know you'll be with me from the second I wake up to when I'm in my deepest dreams. You'll watch over me in my sleep and walk beside me the rest of the day. I know you are and you will, because I know I would.

Goodbye for now, Peter. I'll find you again. Maybe I'll be with you in just one month, maybe it'll take another 80 years. Only time will tell, won't it?
Love, your Morgan.

PS. I spoke with your friend Ned from Queens at your funeral. We made plans to go watch with all of us (him, Oliver, Miles, Shuri, me and even Ellie) your favorite movies. In total I think it'll take about 17 hours, which is fine. The things you do for a friend :)

PPS. Don't worry, I'll be okay. You can rest.