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It had been about a week since Percy dissapaered- since half of Peter’s universe had vanished.
He couldn’t help but chuckle sometimes it seemed so silly, so absorb, they hadn't know each other that long... but losing Percy was like losing hope he’d been through so much and still was able to get back up again. He never stopped fighting at least not until now. How is it fair that someone so good, someone who has been through so much who literally survived going through hell and back but ended up losing everything because a giant grape ape snapped his fingers. The universe was more cruel than Peter could understand.
Nebula: a blue alien that had apparently shown up in the midst of the chaos (but neither Peter or Tony had noticed her arrival) became vital in their survival. She knew the ship, and the rules of space. Something Stark and the Spideing couldn't say they were well versus in. But the trio eventually had worked out a way to salvage the oxygen and gas. They hadn't used the gas yet because they were still deciding the best direction to go in.
Tony and Peter had grown really close the past few days, sure the older man had always cared about Peter but now the kids dependency on him heightened.So has Tony’s on Peter. The two leaned on each other. Nebula, while resourceful wasn’t exactly the most empathetic or talkative person-alien-robot-thing, so that really left the young protege and his mentor. They talked about everything to keep their minds occupied it started how their conversations usually- incredibly casual- but shortly became more intimate. Surprising both of them it was Mr.Stark who initiated the deeper conversation. He started to tell Peter about the strained relationship he had had with his father, the tension, the arguments, the horrified reaction Tony had gotten when he first brought a boy home. Peter cried for him, and eventually Mr.Stark cried for himself. He’d been bottling things up for so long... then Peter told Mr.Stark how afraid he’d been to tell May. And how scared he was to tell himself.
While they had grown up very differently, they had a lot in common. And it was obvious to anyone that their relationship was deeper that strictly co-workers, they were family. Which is was why it broke Peters heart when had he walked in on Tony recording a will of sorts. It was a bit disturbing really. Seeing someone so strong breaking like that. Tony Stark was Ironman but somewhere along the line Peter had forgotten that ironman was still human, he hurt. Peter walked over silently grabbed his hand and nestled his head in the crook of Tony’s shoulder.
”You ok, Pete?”
Peter mumbled into his shoulder, “No but neither are you. We will be ok we will get home,”
Tony rested his head on Peter, “Were gonna get home, we’re going to get him back kid we will get everyone back I promise you, “ but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
“No more death message things,”
“No more death message things, “ Tony agreed
Peter smiled a sort of sad but hopeful grin and the two sat quietly together for a while. Peter’s breaths eventually leveled out, making a constant light
rhythm.
Poor kid, Tony thought, Poor poor kid, and he reached forward and started recording,
“When I drift off, I'll dream about you."