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Thor had Mjolnir ready to throw, Clint, his bow notched, Tash, her gun loaded, Steve, his shield up, and Tony, his gauntlet on. Harley was behind his dads.
Peter's wound gave a sharp jolt, prompting him back to reality. The avengers put down their weapons when they saw Peter clutching his midsection. His dads took a few steps forward. Peter lifted the mask, and showed his bloody face. His left eye was swollen shut, and blood had began to drip in his right eye. Peter chuckled, quietly. "Peter?" Tony took another step forwards.
I'm gonna go out with a bang, make em feel proud and guilty.
"I uh.. got a scholarship into MIT..." Tony looked very guilty. Peter grinned, showing off body teeth (he's sure at least 3 were missing)
"Glad to know you knew I existed."
"Existed?" Steve asked, cautious. Peter shrugged, then cried out. He felt the blood flow increase tenfold and the pain blinded him. Peter felt himself fall forwards. He hit the floor and heard screaming and shouting.
Peter left the world bit by bit. He felt his heart slowly stop beating.
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silence.
"PETER!!" Tony screamed as he launched himself at his son, trying to catch him before he fell. Peter hit the floor with a thud and didn't move. Tony froze in place. Steve hadn't said a word. "Tony..." Tasha pointed to a spot on the floor. A largely growing spot... that was red... and flowing out of Peter...
Ignoring the suit he was wearing, Tony ran to Peter and skidded next to him. His fingers fluttered around Peter's neck, looking for a pulse point. Tony didn't find one. He made a noise of distress and went to his wrist. Still no Pulse. "FRIDAY?" Tony called. "There is no pulse, nor any signs of life emitting from Mr Parker." Damn, they really screwed the pooch. Even FRIDAY, a robot, held a tone of resentment. Tony kept on muttering "No" under his breath. He turned Peter over and saw slightly shocked to see the Spider-Emblem he wore on his chest... Tony had made this suit... for Spidey.... not his son.
Peter had 3 gashes. 2 just above his heart, symmetrical in positioning, and one across his stomach. All of which were pumping out blood sluggishly. Peter's face was a mixture of black and blue bruises. "FRIDAY, you may hate me... but, prognosis?"
"There is no prognosis possible, sir. Mr Parker is, regrettably, dead." Tony tried to hold it in, but a sob tore its way out of his throat. "What happened, FRI?" FRIDAY was quiet for a small moment. Then the TV buzzed to life. Tony turned to it, along with the rest of the team.
"WOOO!!!" Peter yelled as he swung through the city-
"No, FRI. Turn that off... it's way too soon. I meant what happened to him, like, what are his injuries?" Tony cut the feed. FRIDAY was silent for a small fraction. Then a new voice spoke up. "Who the hell are you?" Tony asked. "I am Karen. Peter's AI he created. FRIDAY has allowed me to connect through to the Avengers Common Room to give Peter's injury list." Tony was too awed to speak. It took him, The Tony Stark, years to create JARVIS. Then even longer to do FRIDAY. Peter had somehow done it within a few months... "Go on..." Clint interrupted, having given up on Tony's lack of response.
"Mental illnesses and Physical issues, correct?" Steve gave the affirmative. "Peter had moderate depression and had several thoughts on death. This continued when, a quote from his personal log, ("Dad and Pops have been ignoring me... is it because I'm not good enough... maybe because I'm not smart enough... Karen?" "I think you are plenty smart enough. Perhaps they are busy?" "Maybe... anyway, any crime around?") Physical issues included from the fight with the vulture. Approximately 2 hours 17 minutes and 38 seconds ago. Peter sustained a severe muscle torn shoulder from a trip to Washington DC, which healed 3 days after, a severe concussion, a bruised spine, 3 lacerations to his chest and abdomen, lung inhalation of smoke (inhabiting the start of pneumonia) a piece of metal lodged in his lower-left-calf, 6 broken ribs, 4 cracked and 5 bruised, a punctured lung and a shattered right knee cap." With each injury, the team winced. "Damn, and he still got here? Guy was stronger than we thought, then..." Clint whistled.
Tony surveyed the damage. The blood had stopped flowing, but the gash was still red raw. Peter's suit was torn in way too many places. But it was Peter's face that made him feel like the worst person ever. His face was, surprisingly, undamaged (to the most part) Peter's left eye was swollen shut with a bruise, he had a small cut above his right eyebrow, that had dripped blood into those precious doey-eyes. His face was not in agony, but it was relaxed. His mouth was a calm line, but his eyes were open. Tony couldn't help the horrible sob that forced it's way out of his throat when he bent down to close his sons eyes...
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The funeral was arranged for as soon as Peter's body was healed. What surprised Tony, however, was Peter's old guardian (May Parker) when she turned up. She sobbed and sobbed. Tony sat there, very confused until she explained.
"Peter's mother and father died when he was 4 years old and they left him to me and my late husband, Ben. Unfortunately we didn't have the money to keep the house and look after Peter. When we sold our old house, we moved into the tiny Queens apartment you found him in. That was the evening that his uncle died. I was at a shift in the hospital, unallowed to get some time off. We still couldn't afford the small flat, food, water, all that crap and a 4 year old... then when Ben died, I just couldn't manage. They were gonna throw us out onto the streets... I'd rather my nephew have a good family, rather than be on the streets." Tony stopped her before she could continue an brought her in for a hug. Mostly for himself, he needed reassurance. "May... can you sit down? I need to tell you something..."
May sat down, eyebrows raising. "May... I maybe haven't been the best person to Peter..." May rolled her hand in a go-on gesture. Tony wrung his hands. "I... I ignored Peter... I was trying to help my other adopted son, Harley. Time got away from me... and I paid the price. I'm so sorry May." Tony was in tears by the end. May placed a hand on top of Tony's. Tony looked into her eyes. Fury burned, deep. However, her facial features were soft. "You may not have been the best, but always think of it this way. Peter could either have warm clothes, food and water or scraps on the street... which would you rather him have?" Tony stayed quiet, and together, May and Tony mourned their lost son.
Harley was devastated... and very sad. The funeral for his 16, 16!, year old brother was being buried. Harley wore a black suit and gelled his hair back. He walked in silence with his dads to the car and sat in silence. He began thinking through the best memories he and Peter held.
"Harley!!?? Where are you?" 9 year old Peter called. Harley was crouched on top of the counter top, holding a bag of flour. He grinned. "PETER!?" Harley called, drawing his attention. Peter's footsteps ran into the kitchen and before he could blink, he was smacked in the face with a hand-full of flour. Peter made a noise of surprise, before squealing in joy and throwing some flour back at Harley.
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Harley stood at Peter's grave as they lowered him in. A few tears left Harley's eyes. Tony saw and put an arm around his other son. After the funeral, they didn't have a wake. They all just dispersed and went home, having the wake another day. Harley secluded him to Peter's room, but saw his dads there.
Tony was holding the bear he gave Peter on his 13th birthday, tears streaming down his face.
Steve was sat, a blank look on his face, staring at a family photo Peter had done... except Peter wasn't in it. He was scribbled out...
Harley went and sat on Peter's old beanbag and held one of Peter's old t-shirts. Whenever Harley was scared, he used to sleep in Peter's bed, and Peter wore the same top every night.
Together, the family mourned the loss of a son, brother.
Peter Benjamin Stark-Rogers
2001-2018
Loving friend, brother, son, protector...
Here lies Spider-Man.
May he rest in peace.
"What are those?"
"Those, Peter, are stars. That's where our loved ones go when they pass away."
"Thats where I'm gonna go, right?"
"Sure is buddy..."