Avengers + their Spiderson | Book 1

Illusions or reality

/An inspired by oneshot by yours truly! I found this sad comic which I got inspired by. it's different so instead of Tony being an Ai he is a person, i'll show the comic at the end of this. Emotional rollercoaster/

Summary:
                  Peter had just fought against
                  Mysterio best known as
                  Quinten Beck, and had been
                  turned into an emotional
                  wreck. he had already been
                  through alot with regret and
                  despair on his shoulders,
                  what would happen if he saw
                  his father-figure again after
                  being broken over and over?

...

Peter was heartbroken, everything felt as though it was his fault. Especially those words had gotten to him, hell... even his identity was leaked out and portrayed as a negative influence by his own boss! -in which he got fired off the job- Peter sat down on the edge of the bridge feet dangling down, shivering with his mask off showing his messy soft brown hair and red teary eyes...

He tried to wipe his tears as the past ones dried on his cheeks. He bit his lip and tried to stop the wailing that would threaten to escape.

His home place had rejected him and turned its back on him. The people who he tried to protect were disobeying, his identity was revealed, he got fired... He still hadn't gotten over Mr Stark's death.

Until he heard a voice to familiar to him

"Hey kid."

That perked Peter's attention as he stood up and looked behind him to see his father-figure.

He wanted to hug the man but he held back. It was an illusion surely...

He froze on the spot and wiped his tears, eyes widened in shock. He knew Tony was dead. He was gone, died. He couldn't come back... he died because of him. Peter's fault. Spiderman's fault.

"Mr Stark?.." It came out as a small whisper while he stared at the man.

He had that usual slouch and casual yet high up posture... hands buried in his pockets lazily, the usual. He had that familiar soft cunning smile on his face as though he never died.

But he did.

Peter knew that Tony did die.

Tony grinned and took a step towards the broken boy in which he didn't move.

"The one and only! You see, they found a small way to bring me back and that surprised me entirely. A deal, this voice lady said. Nat is back as we made an offer, and how many times do I have to say this kid? don't call me Mr Stark it makes me seem old."

He got cut off as Peter had a stern broken expression on his face, opening his mouth and a look of empty disbelief... not the usual bright and happy person he was.

"Stop."

His expression was now serious while his eyes were still puffy with dried tears, he released a shaky breath before Tony took one step away.

"Your not even real are you? You can't trick me anymore" Those words escaping Peter's mouth hurt the billionaire entirely, he felt sad at the fact that he boy didn't seem as he usually did, all bright and bubbly... what had happened when he and Nat had gone?

"Wait... what?" He gave a small croak at that question, not letting his tears show at the fact he talked to Peter. The Peter who he loved very much like a son. A broken Peter.