Don't Leave Me Here - Starker

6

When Peter's eyes fluttered open the next morning, sadness greeted him once again. Today was May's funeral. Peter would be able to give her a proper celebration of life, and good bye.

He didn't know how, but he managed to pull himself out of bed, towards the bathroom for a shower. His heart felt as heavy as his body, and wasn't sure he'd have the strength to make it through today.

But he would have to find it. He could do this, for May.

After some time, he found himself standing in front of the mirror, dressing in a suit, one that appeared in his room while he was in the shower. He wasn't aware of the look until he began putting it on. He vaguely remembered Tony asking him about the subject earlier in the week. Though his mind felt too muddy to recall the conversation now.

And Tony, didn't seem to be fairing much better. Sadness held tight to his heart too. No, he hadn't been close with May Parker, and had only met her a handful of times, but she trusted him whole heartedly to keep Peter safe. She was always kind to him, and he understood where Peter had gotten his spirit from.

Tony stopped outside Peter's door, checking to make sure he was still moving along this morning.

Peter, who had managed to get dressed, was fumbling with the tie, lost in thought.

Tony had mentioned that he'd contacted MJ and Ned, and he was grateful his best friends would be there. He couldn't imagine having to do this on his own. And Tony, who had done his best to make Peter comfortable, when he didn't have the strength to do so for himself. He was beyond grateful for him too. More than he would ever be able to express.

Peter's thoughts had drifted to the others. After their fight, Peter had stayed in touch with a few of them. He wasn't sure how it happened, but Steve and Clint had checked in on him several times, which led to them quickly becoming friends, as well as the rest of the team. They were all quick to take a liking to Peter's bright personality.

He wished they could be there today, but knew that wouldn't be a possibility. And he wouldn't dare put Tony in that position. The team seemed to walk on eggshells around each other, and the topic of the Avengers was a sore subject for most right now. He didn't want to push the situation any further.

"Peter?"

He glanced towards the door, seeing Tony pop his head into the room.

"You doing okay?" He asked, motioning to the suit.

Peter sighed, glancing at himself in the mirror once again. "I don't think I've ever worn a suit before..."He mumbled.

Still fidgeting with the tie, he huffed, pulling it away from his neck once more. "But I cannot get this damned - tie."

"Here," Tony said, shuffling into the room. "Let me help."

Peter nodded, allowing Tony to take over. Peter trained his eyes to the other's hands, watching him tie it swiftly. Surely he'd done it thousands of times.

"And, done." Tony smiled, straightening it up.

Only then had Peter realized how close they were to each other. Quickly, he backed away as he felt a blush creeping up his neck, causing Tony to frown slightly.

"Th-ank you." Peter mumbled.

Keeping his gaze downwards, Peter motioned towards the door. "I think I'm ready to go."

Tony nodded, allowing him to walk out first. Peter saw breakfast sandwiches and fresh cups of coffee, waiting on the kitchen island. Confused, he glanced at Tony.

"I figured you weren't up for cooking this morning. Or eating whatever I burnt." He said, not missing Peter's small smile. "So I ordered in."

Peter felt his stomach roll slightly, not loving the idea of food at the moment.