~You Will Always Have Me~ Irondad and Spiderson Fanfic~

Chapter 13: Dad...

A/N: This is going to be a long chapter my friends, so mentally prepare yourself. :) (if it is in italics it is the nightmare/dream/vision) -EmeraldLokiMalfoy

warnings: little bit of injury detail, nightmares, midly rude language, sad but like the fluff makes up for it soooooo :)

When Peter opened his eyes he found himself in an alley way, there was trash on the floor, a horrible smell and his senses were going crazy. He tried to move to look around but he found himself paralysed in the position he was in. It appeared to be during the day, considering the amount of light, but from angle he was at he found that the further down the alley went, the darker it seemed to get. How had he not seen this before? Surely he must of been down there to stop at least a couple of crimes from happening. A few minutes passed before he heard footsteps approaching him, with his enhanced hearing he was able to detect that they were coming from behind him. He suddenly found himself able to turn his head in the direction of sound and could see a woman approaching the alley, his immediate reaction was to tell her not to go this way but that failed once he realised she couldn't hear him.

He watched silently as the woman came closer and closer, Peter suddenly realised how similar she looked to May. They had the same colour hair, same eyes, even the same scarf that May always wore on cold days. But then the whole situation fell on him like a ton of bricks, this wasn't someone who looked like May, this was May. This was his dead Aunt, clear as day in front of him, but how? He saw that she seemed to be on her way somewhere, as May pulled her jacket closer to her body, Peter caught a glimpse of her work clothes. Of course, he thought, she's on her way to work. As she came closer, almost directly beside him, she suddenly let out a loud gasp and dropped her bag. He saw her try to turn around but a dark figure latched onto her arm and dragged her until she was pushed up against a wall. Peter desperately tried to move, to shout, to do anything, but he couldn't move, all he could do was watch in fear and the figure pulled out a gun and held it to Mays head.

She struggled but when she saw the gun she froze in fear, fear that if she moved another muscle the trigger would be pulled. In a deadly voice the figure said, "Where's the kid?" Peter saw the confusion on Mays face but immediately she replied, "I wouldn't tell you." He kicked her in the stomach at the answer and asked her again, pushing the gun so hard it was practically digging into her head. "Where is the kid?" She shook her head as tears slipped helplessly down her cheeks, "I said I would never tell you." He punched her this time, right in the jaw and his grip tightened even more. "I don't care about the kid, I wanna know who he is and if he works for Start Industries. I want nothing to do with him, only the bastard Tony." Peter felt a shiver run down his spine, Mr Stark was in danger and they clearly had ill intentions.

The blood drained from his face when he realised what he was witnessing. His own Aunts death. He was somehow able to see what happened that day. He started to yell, scream, sob as he watched helplessly as the man continued to assault his Aunt when she refused to give any information. She had done nothing wrong, she never deserved this. Then the moment came, that dreadful moment when the man had had enough. Peter watched in slow-motion as the man stood back, help the gun up, and pulled the trigger. Peter cried hysterically, he cried the hardest he had ever cried in his life, watching his Aunts murder was to much to bear.

Through his blurred vision he watched as the scene changed and suddenly he was watching himself and Tony. It was the day he found out about Mays death, the day Mr Stark came into his life for real. He wiped at his cheeks to get of the stray tears that had fallen while he was watching himself snd focused on this new scene. He saw Tony walking him into the Tower and watched as they both disappeared from view. He was about to try to move again but he noticed something, another black figure crouched behind a bush watching Tony and himself. Oh no. He watched as the figure then turned and walked briskly away from the Tower.