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SpideyIsNotHome
Peter Parker
Things, in some sense, had come to an end and a new beginning was present.
The battle seemed so far and close at the same time. Peter could still feel the loud echo of battle cries ascending up in the sky, the clash of weapons, people fighting against creatures of another world, no time to recover from being non existent for so long. Five years away in an instant, but for those that didn't dissolve into nothing, it had been a long suffering eternity. The reunion itself had to be quick as there was still a war to bring to an end.
He wished he had been closer to Mr. Stark, Tony, for at least a few longer seconds, more than he got. More than he will ever get as there was not a second time to finally catch up with each other. Victory had cost a price, and seeing him fade so quickly, with some sense of peace on his face while his wife eased all his worries off, froze him in place even now. They would be okay, no one told him how long it would take to be okay once again.
He still was not okay.
The funeral had been a blur. It felt as though he wasn't there, his body was void of any sensation, the suit that sat over his shoulders, the long gone presence Tony. He lived in confusion for weeks, it all felt surreal, as if everything would take a turn for the worst at one point. He had never experienced shock like that, there was a problem that couldn't be solved by the quick thinking of a genius. The genius that had seen in him more, gave him somewhere to begin, and would never see him take off in the future.
When he met Tony's little girl, he had to do everything not to finally break down. When he kneeled in front of her, and took a first glimpse of her face, he was scared when jealousy filled him in an angered wave. For she got to be there five years. And he pulled away so quickly, ashamed, berating himself for thinking such things. No, he was glad she got to be around him all that time. He was glad she got to meet the wonderful person that was Stark.
When Peter first went home -temporarily at a stay with May in a hotel room until they found a new place- he took a seat on the edge of his bed. He took everything in, eyes scrolling around the wall, whatever object was on the way, until landing on the empty box where the suit could be stored in. He gently held the clothing in hand, tracing the lines, technology that came together to create something wonderful. It was a piece of him. Tony couldn't really be gone when he left such a trace behind.
The tears hadn't come when he was at the funeral, but in that moment, he welcomed the warm trickle of tears descending his cheeks. The teenager pressed the suit to his chest, finding every bit of consolation he could on the piece.
He truly wouldn't be gone. He was forever going to have a place in his heart.
The battle seemed so far and close at the same time. Peter could still feel the loud echo of battle cries ascending up in the sky, the clash of weapons, people fighting against creatures of another world, no time to recover from being non existent for so long. Five years away in an instant, but for those that didn't dissolve into nothing, it had been a long suffering eternity. The reunion itself had to be quick as there was still a war to bring to an end.
He wished he had been closer to Mr. Stark, Tony, for at least a few longer seconds, more than he got. More than he will ever get as there was not a second time to finally catch up with each other. Victory had cost a price, and seeing him fade so quickly, with some sense of peace on his face while his wife eased all his worries off, froze him in place even now. They would be okay, no one told him how long it would take to be okay once again.
He still was not okay.
The funeral had been a blur. It felt as though he wasn't there, his body was void of any sensation, the suit that sat over his shoulders, the long gone presence Tony. He lived in confusion for weeks, it all felt surreal, as if everything would take a turn for the worst at one point. He had never experienced shock like that, there was a problem that couldn't be solved by the quick thinking of a genius. The genius that had seen in him more, gave him somewhere to begin, and would never see him take off in the future.
When he met Tony's little girl, he had to do everything not to finally break down. When he kneeled in front of her, and took a first glimpse of her face, he was scared when jealousy filled him in an angered wave. For she got to be there five years. And he pulled away so quickly, ashamed, berating himself for thinking such things. No, he was glad she got to be around him all that time. He was glad she got to meet the wonderful person that was Stark.
When Peter first went home -temporarily at a stay with May in a hotel room until they found a new place- he took a seat on the edge of his bed. He took everything in, eyes scrolling around the wall, whatever object was on the way, until landing on the empty box where the suit could be stored in. He gently held the clothing in hand, tracing the lines, technology that came together to create something wonderful. It was a piece of him. Tony couldn't really be gone when he left such a trace behind.
The tears hadn't come when he was at the funeral, but in that moment, he welcomed the warm trickle of tears descending his cheeks. The teenager pressed the suit to his chest, finding every bit of consolation he could on the piece.
He truly wouldn't be gone. He was forever going to have a place in his heart.
