Spiderson and Iron dad one shots

"Dad"

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I wanna murder someone.

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mainly Thanos. stupid purple asshat killed my babies.

Peter was in pain. It wasn't because he got stabbed, it wasn't because he had gotten shot. No, it was because May died. She wasn't mugged. She didn't die in a fire. She wasn't murdered. No. It wasn't anything Peter could have stopped. It was hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. May had been training for a marathon for weeks and on the day before the race, the walls of May's heart thickened. It disrupted the heart's electrical system. Peter was running with her and heard her heart start beating like crazy. She collapsed. Peter called an ambulance because he didn't know what was wrong or if he should move her. May went to the hospital. Most people make it out okay after an attack like that, but May didn't. She died. And Peter watched helplessly.

"Mr. Parker? Who is coming to pick you up?" Peter looked at the nurse who had kept him somewhat calm while they were on the way to the hospital. The teen realized he had no where to go. Ned had four sisters, there was no way Peter could ask Ned's parents to let him stay. They had enough on their plates. MJ was his only other friend and she lived with her mother who never allowed any of MJ's friends over. Peter supposed he could ask Mr. Stark- No. Tony had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He would be even more burdened by an orphaned teen. Panic consumed Peter. He was an orphan now. He was 17, a minor. Child protective services would take him, he would be put into an orphanage- "Mr. Parker." The nurse saw the anxiety and fear rise in the young boy before her. "Have you called your father to let him know about your mom?" Peter choked. "Sh-she's my aunt. My p-parents, th-they're dead. I-I don't have anywhere else...I-I can't- I can't breathe. May was all I had-" The nurse shushed Peter and asked him to follow her breathing and calm down. 

That made Peter even worse. "No. No, I-I can't I...I have to leave." Peter grabbed his jacket and bolted for the front doors. "Mr. Parke- SECURITY! STOP HIM! Mr. Parker, it will be okay-" Peter didn't hear the rest because he was out the front doors of the hospital and running as fast as inhumanly possible. Security would never catch him now. Peter ran into an alley and sat behind a dumpster. He broke down again, crying and sobbing to himself. There was no one else left. He wouldn't go into foster care or an orphanage. That wasn't an option. But there was nothing else left. Ned wouldn't be able to help. MJ probably wouldn't either. Tony wouldn't have the time. 

These thoughts made something horrible bubble back into the pit of Peter's stomach. It was that gut wrenching pain of loss again. Peter had lost everyone he looked at as a parent. Ever. They all died. His real parents, Ben, and now May. Every time Peter started get a part of him back, it was yanked away. When Peter finally accepted the loss of his parents, Ben died. When Peter decided to accept that Ben died in his arms, he got bit by a radioactive spider. When he accepted the fact that he was now a genetically altered mutant instead of a normal teen, he became a superhero. When he got a chance to prove himself to Tony, he almost killed hundreds. When he finally caught the Vulture, he got a warehouse dropped on him. And now May was gone, yanked away from him too. Another option came into the light.

It was bad. Peter knew it was bad, but he didn't care right now. Right now, May was dead, Peter was a mutant freak that was now orphaned and alone. Right now, Peter stood on the edge of a skyscraper. Peter took a breath and stepped a bit closer as tears fell. Wait, I should let them know first. He knew it was wrong to not give a reason for jumping off a building. Peter wanted to give everyone closure, but really he was trying to justify his action to his self. He called Ned first. It went to voicemail. "Hey Ned. Um, listen. May...she, she's dead. Ned I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. I can't take it anymore. Every time I get a part of my life back, It gets ripped away again. I-. I'm sorry. I love you, man. You'll always be my guy in the chair. Bye."  Peter ended the message, crying by the end. He blocked Ned's number.

  The teen tapped MJ's contact. It rang a couple times before going to voicemail too. MJ loved to mess with her boyfriend by not picking up the first time. This would be the first time he was glad she did. It meant Peter didn't have to tell her directly. "Hey, MJ...I don't know how to say this but, I can't anymore. I hate living like this. May died today. I-I just can't keep losing people. I feel like there's a ghost following me around and snatching everything I love away. It hasn't gotten to you yet though, so I hope when I die that ghost will leave me alone. I'm really sorry to do this to you, MJ. I really hope you can forgive me and keep going. I love you, MJ. You're my beautiful badass. Goodbye." He was crying again by the end of the message. Peter blocked MJ, too. 

Peter almost put the phone down. One more call. Peter tapped Tony's contact. "Hey Underoos! What's up?" Peter's breathing hitched. "Hey Mr. Stark. I uh, I have to tell you something." Tony paused for a second. "Why does it sound like I'm not going to like this 'something'?" Peter let out a wet laugh. "Mr. Stark May died today. I-I can't keep it up anymore. I feel like every time I finally find peace, the world decides to fuck me over again. I can't keep going. I know Spiderman is supposed to always get back up, but I don't think I will be able to after this." "After what? Kid, where are you? What are you doing?" Peter let out a humorless laugh. "I'm about to fall, Mr. Stark. I don't want to loose someone else. I can't handle that again-" "Peter. Please don't do this- God, please. I am begging you. Don't end it. You have so much farther left to go. Don't do it. I- Please, Kid. If I lost you I don't know what would happen. I don't want to know what would happen. Please don't make me find out." Peter hesitated for two heartbeats.  "Mr. Stark, I-" He stopped again, this time for three heartbeats. "I'm sorry. I can't lose someone else. I can't lose another parent. I can't lose you! I love you...Dad."  "PETER, NO WAI-!" Peter hung up.

The broken boy stepped to the edge of the building with tears in his eyes. He didn't want to take his own life, he wanted to save everyone else. He wanted to keep everyone safe, but danger followed Peter like a shadow. Peter took one last step. "I'm sorry."

Then he fell

He fell for one second.

for Mary

He fell for two seconds.

for Richard

Three seconds.

for Ben

Four.

for May

Fi-

He hit something hard. He thought it was the ground, but the ground couldn't clutch Peter to it's chest. Suddenly Peter was going back up. All Peter saw was red and gold. He knew what happened. His dad had come to save him. Peter gripped onto the suit tight. "I'm not ready to let go ." He heard Tony in the suit. "Good, because I wouldn't let you anyway." Peter sniffled. "Thank you," Peter held on tighter. "Dad."

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okay.....soooo. I may or may not have cried over this one. I feel like I have to apologize 

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I am sorry if I made you cry. pls don't murder me. 

Anyway, Lizz out!