Saved but not save (Infinity war/Endgame/Far from home) {💯%}

14. The funeral

Caitlynn pov:
I came along with Peter to his home, I couldn't face Morgan right now.
Peter introduced me to his Aunt and we explained everything that happend.
I was allowed to stay, even Peter never doubted that.

The two of us sat on his bed (aunt May was preparing a guest room for me) and I looked at Peter.
"I can't believe he's gone..."
"Me neither..."
I leaned my head on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around me and we leaned back on the bed.
It's been such a long day and I think we even fell asleep like that.
I woke up and saw that I was still laying in Peter' arms.
I kissed his fore-head and went downstairs.

Aunt May looked at me.
"You two were exhausted weren't you?"
"You have no idea..."
"Want a cup of coffee?"
"Yea..."
She handed me a cup and smiled.
"At least one other person now who frinks coffee."
I nearly choked because of that coment.
"Peter doesn't drink coffee?"
"Nope."
I grinned and aunt May looked at me.
"I see why he likes you."
I smiled a little.
"Thanks..."
"I'm sorry that you lost your entire planet."
"It's okay... I'm already glad that our plan worked to get the vanished... to get Peter back."
Aunt May hugged me.
"Me and the whole world are thankful for your work."
"I'm thankful to be allowed to stay here."
"But of course."
"So... Mr. Starks funeral in in two days huh..."
"Yea..."
Peter came downstairs too.
"Hey..." he said.
"Hey..." Aunt May said.
"You good?" I asked.
He shrugged and I kissed him.
"That always makes you smile a little." I said and he grinned softly.

So the funeral was indeed two days later.
Peter and I held each others hands as we held a moment of silence for mr. Stark.
A few tears rolled down my cheeks and I saw that one tear escaped from Peter's eyes.

After that moment Morgan ran to me.
"Caitlynn!"
Right, she still thought that I was her older sister.
She hugged me and Peter looked at me in confusion.
*Is that mr. Starks daughter?* he mouthed and I nodded softly.
"Hey Morgan..." I said
"Where were you?" She asked.
"I was with this guy."
"I recognise you. My dad had a picture of you and him on the shelve. He kept saying that you were like a son to him."
Peter's eyes got a little wet and I pulled him in the hug.
Then Morgan looked at me.
"I know you're not my sister. My mom told me..."
"Oh. Eh..."
"I still love you three thousand."
I smiled and Peter grinned soflty.
"That's a lot." he said.
"I know. That's what my dad said." Morgan said.

Then we (Peter, Morgan, mrs. Stark and I, plus other family of mr. Stark) went inside.
Mr. Stark recorded something the day before the battle.
"Everybody want a happy ending, right? But it doesn't always roll that way. Mabey this time. I'm hoping if you play this back, it's in celebration. I hope family's are reunited. I hope get it back. And something like a normal version of the planet has been restored. If there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren't alone, let along in this extent, I mean I wouldn't be suprised. But I mean come on, who knew? The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play. And for better or worse that's the reality Morgan's gonna have to find a way to grow up in. So I though I'd better record a little greeting in the case of an untimely death, on my part. Not that death on any time isn't untimely. This time travel thing we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow... It's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. That's the thing. Then again, that the hero gig, right? Part of the journey is the end. What am I tripping for? Everything is going to be fine tomorrow."
The recording stopped and Morgan held my and mrs. Starks hands.
I also held Peter's hand.
Morgan didn't seem to upset but that's probably because she's so young.
Mrs. Stark and I had all wett eyes (Peter had that too) as we all went outside again.
Evryone their own ways, not all of them though.
Morgan looked at me and Peter.
"Will I see you two again."
"Of course Morgan." I said.
"Don't you ever doubt that, little one."
Peter picked Morgan up and she hugged him.
I hugged both of them and mrs. Stark smiled.
"Tony would've been glad to see that you three get along so well."
I took Peter's hand.
"So am I."
Peter sat Morgan down and we went home, with aunt May.