Peter Parker and Tony Stark Whump Shots

Death of a Hero

"Mr. Stark? Can you hear me? It's Peter. Hey... We won, Mr. Stark. We won. Mr. Stark. You did it. You did it, sir. I'm sorry. Tony."

The broken words felt like glass leaving his throat as he spoke them. Iron Man was dying. His father figure. The one person who had always believed in him was at death's door, sitting silently on the floor as the blood drains from his face. It had been five years since Peter had last seen Tony, though it had only felt like seconds. Not to Tony, of course. It's difficult to think that just five minutes ago they were hugging, happy tears in their eyes as they held each other for the what would become the last time. The kid laid in his bed, thinking of that day. Maybe if something had of been different, if he had snapped instead of Tony, maybe he would be here.
Just like Mysterio had said, "If you were good enough, maybe Tony would still be alive."
Those words hadn't left his brain since he had been told them. They stung. They hurt much more than the actual injuries he had gotten. It hurt worse than the train crash. Worse than falling onto the ground from a huge height. Worse than anything he had ever felt before. There was no point in crying now, crying wouldn't bring him back. Sometimes he watches the stupid videos he made just to hear Tony's voice again. It had been two months since his death, and yet it seemed as though it was only yesterday. But he had to move on. The city needed him to take care of the civilians and the people who couldn't protect themselves.
And suddenly, another six months went by. They say that time heals all wounds, but this wound wasn't healing. This wound held a space in Peters heart, he had locked away the sadness and prayed it would never come back out. But, and he hated to admit it, every time he saw a photo of the hero, part of him wishes they had never met. Tony had made him so happy. But when he died, the darkness replaced the happiness, and he knew he would never feel the same again. It was different when his parents died, he didn't know them. And then Ben. That was tough, but he was still just a kid, still unsure of what loss meant. Now, everything was different, there was no colour left when he thought of his hero life. It was a job now, not something that he enjoyed, not like it used to be. Every time he saw that stupid suit he remembers clutching Tony in his arms as he cried and begged for Mr. Stark not to let him go. At night, he would wish that it was him that died, not Tony. He knew that was selfish, the only reason he wanted that was so he wouldn't feel the pain that the loss of Tony left in his heart.

"Hey, Mr. Stark. Guess what?" Peter said happily. "I got an A+ in Science today. Are you proud of me?"
The kid brushes his fingers over the gravestone underneath him, smiling softly at the words written on it. "It's okay, I know you would be."

"I wish you were here."

"I miss you."

I'm so sorry, this physically pained me to write.   :(