Peter parker & Avengers// One shots

She's gone?//Tony

Rain pattered lightly against the window as the wind pushed it towards the tower. A crackle of lightning sparked in the distance. Thunder boomed rattling the numerous half empty mugs of cold coffee.

The mechanic's hands fought to steady themselves as a wire was placed in the device. A light within the device sparked to life when the wire was set in place. The tired man shook out his cramping hands and reached for his coffee. It was empty, so he drank what was left of one of the other mugs. Granted the coffee was cold and tasteless so he spat it back out.

Heavy eyelids closed for a moment as a breath was drawn in, held for a second and let go. The eyes opened revealing bloodshot sclera and dark brown irises. If one looked deep and long enough they could see the scars that painted the man, covering every inch of his soul so that breathing was a struggle. To move without memory was impossible, some were crippling others nauseating. None were pleasant, those that had the potential to be were too far past the surface to see. Too far gone to remember.

That's what made it so difficult, living, breathing. Nothing could be done to bring back the memories he wished to cherish. Even if the memories were resurfaced they would bring along more regret, remorse for what he'd done. What he'd lost.

The best memories were those in which she was the sole focus. The way her reddish hair blew in the wind as they rode down that long stretch of road. The way her eyes would sparkle when she figured something out. The way her lips would turn up slightly in a hidden smile when she spotted him across the meeting room.

Yet, with the best came the worst. The way she gripped his hand before she took her last breath. The way her once vibrant eyes dulled as her soul left them. The way her lips sagged and fell into a permanent frown as she whispered her last 'I love you'.

It all hurt too much to think about, so instead of grieving. He worked.

He worked until he passed out, and once he woke up he'd work again. His hands were shaking and his legs were weak. He could hardly grab a much needed tool, let alone walk all the way to his room. He could sleep in his room, but he didn't want to. He knew that the second he shut his eyes he would see the spear, the way it pierced just above her heart. The heart he was supposed to be protecting.

He hadn't cried since it happened, too numb to feel much. Or feeling too much to distinguish, his body wouldn't pick an emotion so he was in a constant state of ignorance. If he just pretended she wasn't gone, he'd be alright. Right?

He was fine, well that depends on another's definition of fine but in his eyes he was doing great.

Up until the funeral. He had to drag himself on shaky legs to his room to get dressed. Donning her favorite suit and tie-she said the colors reminded her of the beach-leaving his hair soft and un gelled how she liked it. The others had asked if he wanted to ride with them but he declined. Risking an accident while in his state sounded better than having to communicate with them.

They were his family now, he knew that. It just didn't make losing his love any easier. Not a replacement, an addition. He had told himself when they moved into his tower. An addition to a two person family, they weren't exactly a traditional group.

Super soldiers and ex assassins, Norse gods and mutating men. They weren't your average Brady bunch, but they worked. Their personalities fit together like pieces of a mix matched puzzle.

He put his car in park and allowed himself to breathe. If he stepped out of this car he couldn't pretend she was ok. If she wasn't ok he wouldn't be either. She had told him once 'if you die I might lose my mind. I couldn't live in this world if you weren't living in it with me'. He had just shushed her and told her he'd be with her until the end of time.