Description: Peter's Spider-Senses have saved him from a lot of things. But nothing could've saved him from this.

A/N: In the spirit of Christmas, here's some depression!

*Warning: This chapter involves suicide so if that is triggering please stop reading at the bold *. Or even if death is triggering don't read this chapter*

Words: 1462

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It's a cold night in New York. Snow was falling lightly from the sky as the entire city was lit up with Christmas lights making everything look so festive.

Peter stood happily in the middle of Central Park staring at the lights. People walked around the teen as he stared at the lights.

Peter had decided to take a walk on this Christmas Eve just to take in the sights of New York. It was his first Christmas with his adoptive father and nothing could possibly ruin Peter's mood.

Steve had also come with Peter and was standing right next to the teen just admiring the way the kids eyes light up whenever he sees something he likes.

"Uncle Steve? Do you think we could go to time square? I wanna look around there" Peter asked looking slightly up to lock eyes with the soldier.

"Sure thing kiddo. Let's head over" Steve replied before following after Peter who quickly started speed walking towards the car.

When they both arrived, they once again started walking and they both couldn't help but admire the beautiful lights.

Very quickly everything started to get gloomy to Peter when his senses started going off. All his hairs stood on end making the teen stop moving completely. He started to look around with a frown on his face making Steve look back to try and figure out what was happening.

"What's the matter son? You okay?" Steve asked noticing Peter's tense stance.

"I don't know Uncle Steve. Somethings setting off my senses but I'm not sure what it is" Peter replied making Steve tense as well.

They both scanned the area but unfortunately it was too late for them to move.

For Peter, he looked towards Steve and quickly pushed him out of he way. A burning pain spread through his head and everything simply went black.

For Steve, he heard the gunshot he was suddenly pushed to the ground. But what surprised him was the fact that there was only one gunshot. No more came after that one shot but Steve didn't let his guard down.

Steve stood back up to scan the area before turning to see if Peter was okay. The man turned towards where the teen was standing but everything around him just seemed to stop in that second.

Peter was against the wall that they had been standing in front of. Eyes closed as if he were asleep. With...

A gaping bullet hole in his head

Steve seemingly forgot how to breath at that moment. This had to be a dream right? Peter is not dead. There's NO WAY HE'S DEAD!

"Peter. No buddy c'mon wake up. They're about to turn on the huge Christmas tree. We've gotta go now if we wanna make it" Steve pleaded shaking the kids shoulders with a hope that this wasn't reality. "Kid please don't leave us. You're too young for that".

Steve started crying while holding Peter against his chest. All Steve wanted was to have Peter wake up and tell him it was just a sick joke or he's was going to be okay.

But there was no possible way of that happening is there.

"Sir. We need you to move away from the body please" an officer told Steve placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"NO! He's okay. I just want him to wake up. There's no way this is real" Steve cried putting his face in the brown curls on Peter's head.

"Sir we are very sorry but this is real. We really need you to put the body back down and back away" the same officer told Steve making Steve look back at him.

The officer seemed shocked to find Captain America was the one holding onto the body of a teenage boy, tears streaming down his face.

"I can't. My nephew was supposed to be with us for Christmas. Tomorrow is Christmas dammit" Steve sobbed putting Peter back where he had grabbed him from.

"I'm sorry sir. But who is this anyways?" The officer asked very cautious of the super soldier who was in a distraught state.

"Peter Stark. He's Tony's kid. Oh what am I supposed to tell the others" Steve calmed down a bit as realisation sunk in.

"Well we will take it from here. You can go. We may visit you later on but right now it would be safe for you to leave" the officer sighed but was relieved when Steve stood up with a small nod.

"Yeah okay. Just be careful with him. He's the most precious thing this world ever... had" Steve choked out before running to his car.

The second he was in the drivers seat he started balling his eyes out again. He and Peter had just made up after the Civil War a couple days ago and Peter had started calling him Uncle Steve yesterday.

Steve looked up towards the crime scene one more time before taking off towards the tower. He was practically flying down he roads despite it being New York, but he was too emotional to care.

He pulled into the parking spots for the tower and ran towards the private elevators.

"Hello again Captain. What can I do for you? And where is Peter?" FRIDAY asked the second the elevator doors closed.

"Just take me to wherever Tony is" Steve demanded in a gruff voice trying to hide his tears.

"Will do Captain" FRIDAY replied as the elevator started up.

Steve managed to calm himself down again. But the way Peter was laying there with a bullet hole in his head just seemed to haunt Steve's mind. They had been having such a good day with each other and the world decided to act against them.

The elevator doors opened again to the living room where Tony was sitting on the couch talking with Bucky and Natasha all with cups in their hands.

"Hey Cap. Where's the kid?" Tony asked when he saw Steve with his head down coming towards them.

"I-It's about Peter.." Steve mumbled as a few stray tears fell off his face startling the people in the group.

"Steve?! What happened to him?!" Tony freaked standing up and running to support Steve who was about to fall over.

"Cap you need to calm down and tell us what happened" Natasha said as Steve sat down on the couch.

"Did he take off again? It's nothing bad right Stevie?" Bucky questioned as he clenched his fists.

"HE'S DEAD!" Steve yelled suddenly creating a thick atmosphere.

"He's What?" Tony asked his eyes widening beyond what's humanly possible.

"He's gone. We were in Central Park looking at all the Christmas lights. He was skipping around when he stopped and started looking around. H-He was saying that his s-s-senses where going off. W-When I heard the gunshot I-I was being pushed t-to he ground. H-He pushed me out o-o-of the way and w-was shot in the head. H-HE DIED S-S-SAVING ME!" Steve was once again sobbing into his hands as the images started flowing through his head again.

The gunshot...

The blood...

Peter...

"This has to be some sick joke Capsicle. Okay kid it's over you can come out now" Tony nervously chuckled as tears decided to well up in his eyes.

"I don't think this is a joke" Bucky whispered trying to comfort Steve who was very close to passing out.

"Tony..." Natasha said quietly raising her hands towards the man who very quickly crumpled to the floor.

Tony started clenching onto his arc reactor as panic set in. Not Peter. Please NOT PETER! Why did IT HAVE TO BE HIM?!

"—ny"
"-ony"
"TONY!"

The Stark looked up to make eye contact with the blonde female in front of him. The panic was still very there.

"Not Peter".

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Tony stood at the the edge of the roof on his building just looking down at the people below him. Everything that happened yesterday had sunk into his brain and boiled over the edge. So Tony decided to make the hardest decision he's ever made in his life.

"I'm coming to be with you Peter. Just wait for me"

And he stepped off the edge of the building. The wind flowing around him actually felt peaceful as he fell from many stories high.

A glimpse of Peter's smiling face flew through Tony's mind before....

He hit the ground.

Tony and Peter Stark both died in the span of two days. Two amazing people were lost but what the people didn't know was that they were both happy.

Sitting up in heaven as angels together for all eternity.

"I LOVE YOU DADA!"

"Love you too kiddo".