Spiderson (Cinnamon Roll) One-Shots

I (Love) Miss You 3000

Summary: I'm not giving anything away! But get the tissues ready and maybe a comforting blanket. I'm very sorry if you're rushed to a heart surgery because of the depression you're about to receive.

Takes place after ///////

Peter is 16.

Enjoy!

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Peter woke up to the sound of his bedroom door opening, letting the light outside the hall lighten up the bed and walls. Peter turned around yawning and saw Pepper smiling softly at him as she sat down at the bedside.

"Morning Pepper," Peter spoke tiredly.

"Morning sweety." She greeted back, her hand petting Peter's brown curls. The spiderling rubbed his tired eye as he turned towards the man standing behind Pepper. He smiled and greeted him as well.

"Morning Mis'er Stark,"

Peter stared at both his parents and noticed Pepper's smile falter. His brows furrowed and Pepper caught his worried expression, she smiled again and gave his head a small pat.

"Why don't you freshen up for some breakfast? Morgan and Harley should be up by the time you're done getting ready for school."

"Okay." Peter obeyed as he got up from bed whilst Tony spoke to him:

"Better hurry up Underoos before Morgan and I eat it all."

"You wouldn't do that Mr. Stark."

Pepper froze by the door and looked back at the boy. She felt her eyes burning and quickly headed out to wake Morgan up.

When Peter finally headed down, he saw Morgan eating some eggs, Harley eating a sandwich,  Nebula watching Pepper cooking as to learn, and Tony with his cup of coffee. Pepper, who was getting the bacon off the stove, turned at the sound of Peter's footsteps and gave the boy a sad smile.

"Good morning, Peter!" Morgan greeted happily.

"Good morning Morg!" Peter replied, his hand going up and messing up his sister's hair to which she playfully pouted.

"...How are you feeling Pete?" Harley asked, his eyes staring at his little brother as if scanning him for any injuries like an AI. Peter noticed Morgan's smile faltering slightly as she went back to eating her eggs and Nebula's small glance at him.

Peter nodded, taking a seat at the table: "I'm doing okay. Why do you ask?"

Harley sat silently for a few seconds before answering with a comforting smile: "No reason. You just looked more tired than usual. Patrol getting hard?"

"Still the same," Peter responded: "Couple of robbers, bad guys with guns, old lady cats on trees."

Harley nodded, his shoulders sagging slightly as if taking a huge sigh of relief. Peter's brows furrowed a bit before he turned to Tony, who was standing between Morgan and Harley. Peter spoke to the man as Pepper and Nebula took a seat, placing the bacon of the table.

"Hey Mr. Stark," Everyone stopped eating: "Are we still up for a movie night today? We haven't had one since the war."

Tony smiled: "Sure kid, don't worry, it'll be a tradition again. You just get to school before you're late."

Peter looked towards the clock before hurriedly grabbing some toast and yelling out: "Crap! We're going to be late for school! Come on Harls!" And Peter was soon found out of the house before Harley could even speak. The rest of the family was in utter silence as Harley slowly got up and followed Peter out the house, but before he could leave, Pepper called out to him: