Peter Parker Oneshots

Miss you, мама паук (request)

That awkward moment where you didn't even google the Russian because you've read so many fanfics. I don't own Marvel.

This was a request by TBSAAHAY123 Hope ya like it!

Warnings: Major Character death, grieving Peter, probably non-canon compliant because it was kind of hard to figure out when Peter would have found out about Nat and her death and when they would have had her funeral, so...

The room was silent, save for the occasional sniffle or sob. Peter stood, surrounded by the remaining Avengers, staring blankly at Natasha's coffin. They had barely managed to save her body for the funeral, but the coffin was closed to save the children at the funeral from the sight. Peter wished they hadn't closed it. He wanted to see his мама паук one more time.

Peter remembers being told about Natasha's death after Tony snapped. He had lost so much in what seemed such a short amount of time to him. His father figure was gone, and now so was his Aunt Tasha. When he was told about Nat, he hadn't cried right away, too overwhelmed with what was happening. That night, though, he had sobbed himself to sleep.

Now, silent tears slipped down his face as Clint started to speak. He heard what he was saying, but he couldn't seem to make sense of it.

"...strong, independent, and most of all loved." Clint finished.

Peter knew that now was the time that he was supposed to say something, as all the Avengers were going to do. He stumbled over to the podium and blinked. There were so few people here. Only the Avengers and their families were allowed, since Natasha didn't have any other family.

"I—" Peter started. He paused. He didn't know exactly what to say. The speech he had written out last night didn't seem right anymore for some reason.

"My мама паук was independent and strong. But I think, most importantly, she was human." Peter glanced at the coffin. "She didn't like to admit it, but she had the same emotions we did. She was sad sometimes, and she was happy at others, and she got angry and silly and everything else a person could be."

The audience was watching the boy intently now, but he didn't notice. He was too focused on the coffin holding his aunt's body.

"I think the best memory I have of her is when she would comfort me after nightmares. She would hold me, and make me hot chocolate, and tell me about her own nightmares. She would cry with me and then tell jokes and laugh to cheer me up. She would kiss my forehead and tell me things would be better."

Peter stopped talking for a minute, letting tears stream down his face. The rest of the room was patient, silently waiting for him to continue.

"I miss her. I love her. I miss you, мама паук." He concluded. He stepped off the podium and ran into Clint's open arms. The man whispered hushed reassurances into his ear and held the kid tightly. Peter knew, even if it didn't seem like it now, he would be better eventually.

He looked up as he left the funeral, imagining Natasha smiling down at him through the clouds, surrounded by Tony and Ben and his parents.

"I miss you." He whispered.

The End.

I hope you liked that, even though it was sorta sad. Also, I'm going camping from tomorrow until Monday, so I don't know how often I'll post. I'll try to post some stuff, but it depends on how much my parents have planned to actually do.

Bye!