A Book Of Everything Marvel

Miss you 3000

Warnings: Angst, light swearing
Summary: The grief of losing Peter Parker

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It's been five years. Five years since Thanos. Five years since the snap. Five since we lost everything. Five years since Tony lost his son. Everybody's been coping and has been working day and night to keep up the fight. The amount of death destroyed governments, countries were falling apart. Everybody either lost someone or themselves. Billions in grief, crime and suicide rates skyrocketed. It was tragic, worse than anything history has ever seen. 

Earth lost its best defenders, the galaxy lost it's main group of defense.. Everyone was in pieces. If someone attacked, no one would be ready for it. 

Tony tried to move on with his life and start a family. He was living happily with his wife Pepper and his daughter Morgan. But something else formed more clouds in his sky. And that's the death of Spider-Man, fifthteen year old Peter Parker of queens. Tony feels like all the blame is on him because well... 

"And if you die, I feel like that's on me." 

Tony shivered, that memory will rub on his skin like cold metal. He missed that kid, even if he gave him gray hairs. He wanted him back, he wanted to give him that hug that was long overdue. 

"Nope, that's not a hug just opening the door for ya." 

He should have just gave the kid his hug, he knew that he admired him. He should have gave him that happiness. But instead, he pushed him away. Just like he did to everybody else. The only kid he actually tolerated was Harley, but they haven't talked in years. Peter was the only kid he related to, he he was smart and had some sad backstory. But he pushed him away. 

 "I don't need that on my conscience." 

No, he didn't need that to weigh him down. He didn't need the pain, the grief, nor the guilt. he should have gave Peter all the weapons that he added in his spider suit, but he didn't trust him. Peter would've been safe. But even with his bright and beautiful iron spider suit, he still couldn't beat death to the finish line. But if you really think about it, no one could. Not even a super soldier, a king, nor heroes who fight to protect the cosmos every day. 

All he had was Pepper, Morgan, and himself at the moment. Oh, and that picture of him and Peter together. He likes to- no no no- he loves to keep it clean. He wants to keep that memory of him and peter alive, he will never forgot that kid. He will always love him, he will always remember him as the hero who saved Queens, and the hero who risked his life to keep us safe. He is a hero, he is one good ass hero I tell ya...

Tony leaned over the counter, looking out the window to the lake that lightly flowed in the distance. The trees lightly swayed in the indigo blue sky. Tony let out a loud and tired sigh, his eyes searching the crescent moon that sat in the sky. The vast landscape of gray clouds glowed with blue and silver, looking like a soft flowing stream in the middle of a soft and nicely going winter. 

The grief was like big dark clouds that laid over the sun, blocking out the light source that he so desperately needed. He wasn't a man to cry, he was strong, but even Iron-Man had to shed a couple tears from time to time.

Bottles of scotch and blueprints were the only things that helped him cope. Not even the hugs and the pats on the back from his own wife helped. He had Morgan, a daughter, so why couldn't he forget? Well sometimes memories are too strong to forget. No pill could take away the pain of losing a loved one. 

So Tony sat and watched the clouds go by, drowning in these holes of full of tears. The only thought swimming in his mind is how he could've been better, and how he could've protected his son. 

He sighed once again, looking at the photo of him and Peter for a couple seconds before a single tear slowly rolled down his cheek. 

"I miss you 3000"