Peter's P.O.V

"Goodbye Peter."
"I always loved you."

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My eyes snap open and my body flies up. But I instantly regret that action for a great deal of pain surge through my body.

I let out a wince but my eyes are wide open, scanning my surroundings. Sunlight is shining in from behind the curtains of a window next to the bed I'm laying in, washing away the vestiges of the horror.

The room is a pale white color and I'm laying in a soft bed covered with a great deal of blankets. The room isn't too big, but not too small either and there's just a soothing feeling to it.

I feel all sweaty and raise my hand to rub my eye. I then realize my entire body is covered in bandages. I also realize that I'm in hospital clothes instead of my suit.

My chest feels heavy and I touch it with my right hand since my left is in a plaster. I don't know what I'm searching for, yet I sweep my fingers over my chest, as if something would appear and give me some sort of answer to the questions not yet found in my head.

I let out a heavy sigh, sending a sharp stabbing pain on my lungs, but somehow, I feel more alive than ever.

Suddenly, the door to my room is slowly being pulled open and I feel my heartbeat quicken. I don't know why but just the feeling of being defenceless is quite alarming.

When the door is open, he steps in but he stops dead in his tracks when his dark brown eyes land on me.

We look at each other for a few seconds before he waves his hand to someone behind him.

"Rhodey... could you...?"

"Yeah, I'll... uhh... I'll be upstairs if you...uhh... if you need me." Rhodey says, closing the door behind him.

With slow heavy steps, Mr. Stark makes it over to my bed and sits down in one of the chairs next to it.

A silence falls between us and it's only broken when Mr. Stark lets out a heavy sigh.

"Goddamnit Peter... I'm...- You seriously just...-" He stops. Silence. Then another sigh. "I... I'm glad you're okay..."

His expression is soft, but he avoids eye contact. I look at him for a moment before my gaze lands on my hands.

"I'm not dead... That's a good thing, right?" I try and he looks up at me with a melancholy look before chuckling and leaning back in his chair.

"...Yeah."

A smile appears on his lips and he takes my hand and squeez it tight.

"Don't you Ever do that again, you hear me?" He continues to smile, pointing a finger at me.

"What? Did I not return before 1AM like you said?" I joke and he scoffs.

"By that, I also meant, not beaten to a pulp." Tony fires back.

"How was I suppose to know it was... was..." I stop for a second, my smile faltering and I start remembering what had really occurred during the attack.

"Kid?"

"She... She was... May. May was there and she... she knew..." I look at Tony with a troubled look. "And she... S-she said she loved me before...-"

I feel a hot tear roll down my cheek and I look back down at my hands. Tony's grip tightens.

"Did she...- D-do you think she really meant it...?" I look up at Tony again and another tear escapes my eye. "What if she just... All these years, maybe she just... she just had a lot of troubles and getting it out on me helped her and... and in reality she really loved me...? Maybe... maybe I've just been... been too selfish and egotistical to notice and take her struggles to acount and... and I was just making everything worse and-"

"Peter!" I jump a little from Tony's sharp tone. "Don't you Dare continue with those thoughts!"

I look at him with wide eyes and more and more tears are just ushering down my cheeks.

"Kid. Peter..." He stops for a moment, his tone becoming slightly softer. "You know all of that... It's not true. You know it. Everything she's done. People don't do that out of love. "A pause." They do that to ruin you. To destroy you." Another pause. "I know you don't wanna hear it, but she didn't love you."

I stay quiet and just look at him. He makes sure to have eye contact.

"She said it to ruin you. To make sure that even after death, she would still have control over you." I drift my eyes away and start to slowly nod for myself. "Don't let her get to you. Remember that there are...-" He stops for a moment and takes a deep breath. "There are people who love you and see you as the greatest thing to ever happen in their life..." A soft smile appears on his face.

A sob escapes me and he quickly moves from the chair and sits on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around my small figure. I let out another sob.

I wrap my free arm around him and he holds me tighter.

"Shh... it's okay... It's alright... Everything's okay... I'm here..." He whispers, running his fingers through my hair, untangling any knots he comes across.

"Th-thank you Tony..." I sob. "Thank you so much..."

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Tony's P.O.V

After Peter calmed down, he fell asleep in my arms.
I carefully laid him back down and covered him in blankets. I was scared to leave him. So, I sat next to his bed and just held his hand.

I looked at him and he looked so peaceful. It made me want to protect him and make sure that nothing bad would ever happen to him.

After a few minutes of just sitting next to him, I drag my eyes away and stand up, carefully placing his hand back on the bed sheet. I walk over to the door, but take one last look at him before stepping out.

Since May is dead, there's a high possibility that he has to go into foster care or an orphanage if he has no relatives left. I let out a heavy sigh and head over to the lab.

"Friday dear, could you take up all the information we have on Peter and if he has any living relatives left... Shit, that sounds really fucking sad." I mumble the last bit to myself and a hologram comes up in front of me.

"Peter doesn't seem to have any living family left." Friday answers, her tone somehow sounding slightly sorrowful.

"Shit..." I mumble, falling into a chair. "I'm sorry kid..."

The room is silent for a few minutes. Ideas popping up in my head. Thoughts running wild. Finally, I realize the only solution to this problem and with a gulp I call for the A.I.

"Friday? Could you call Stephen down here?" I ask.

"Magic Man will be down soon." The A.I. answers.

It takes a few minutes before the elevator lets out a sound, signaling its arrival and out steps Stephen. I hastly stand up, feeling sweat prickle my skin.

"You're nervous dear." Stephen says, walking in and sitting down on one of the couches.

"Right, observing everything." I chuckle, feeling slightly relaxed.

"Well, our profession requires us to be very observant." He answers with a smirk.

"Right..." I smile.

"So, what has gotten you all worked up? Oh, and how is Peter doing? Rhodey told us he woke up."

"Peter is... He's fine. He's healing and all but... umm... I... We need to talk about something... concerning Peter." I say, looking around without focus. Without noticing it, I start to wander back and forth. "He... His aunt died... you know... yeah. *Ahem* So, and, uhh... he doesn't have any family... living family. He doesn't have any living family left. Which means that he'll probably be sent to some orphanage or foster care or whatever and... umm... It's not..." I pause for a moment, also stopping my wander and I turn to him, taking a deep breath.

"It's not right." Stephen fills in for me.

"Right, exactly. And so..." I scratch the back of my head, keeping my eyes away from him. "Look I...- Have you ever thought about... y'know... having children? I know it's right out of the blue but..."

"You're talking about Peter, aren't you." He says, a soft smile appearing on his face.

"I... I can't let him experience more... more pain. More anguish. I just... I want him to be happy." I look at Stephen with desperate eyes. Stephen continues to smile.

"So you want to adopt him." I walk over and sit down next to him, taking his hands in mine.

"I want us to adopt him. I want us to give him a good life. I want us to show him that we care and that... that he is loved." I look at my husband and he squeezes my hands.

"He is a good kid." Stephen smiles.

"He really is." I smile back and he presses a kiss against my forehead before standing up, still holding my hand. "But remember, this requires laywers."

"Oh right... I forgot about that stuff... goddamnit..." I huff.

"Oh everything will be fine. But does he know? I mean. Does Peter know what you're planning?" He asks, letting go of my hand and walking over to the elevator.

"I... uhh... I'll talk to him. I mean, who could resist living with such a wonderful person as yours truly?" I smirk, standing up and walking over to him.

"I think I could name a few." Stephen retorts.

"Yeah yeah... But he did stay here for some time, so it wouldn't really make a difference, would it?" We step into the elevator and head up to the living room.

"I suppose not." He smiles.

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Peter's P.O.V

The next time I wake up, it's dark outside.

My eyes slowly flutter open and I am met to the boring white ceiling. With slow movements this time, I carefully sit up, but I still get a sharp pain in my stomach.

I let out a heavy sigh and look out the window showing me the streets of Manhattan.

"Friday?" I hum.

"Yes Peter?"

"What time is it?"

"It is currently 2:34AM." The A.I. answers.

"Is... is anyone still awake?" I ask timidly.

"Scary Spider assassin Lady is still awake and she's close by."

"Natasha?" I ask, keeping in a snort.

"Yes."

"Could...- Could you ask her to come? To come here, I mean." I mumble, but hopefully loud enough for the A.I. to hear. It's quiet for a few seconds.

"She's on her way."

"Thank you." I smile.

"No problem Peter."

A few minutes go by before there's a light knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yell and the door slowly opens. Nat closes the door behind her and sits down on the chair next to my bed.

"Hi." She smiles.

"Hi." I smile back.

"That must've a pain in the ass, huh?"

"Meh, I've... I've faced worse." I look back out the window.

"How are you feeling? Anything hurting too much?" She asks, leaning back in her chair.

"I'm feeling alright. Nothing's really acting up so that's nice." I reply and she hums in acknowledgment.

There's quiet for a few seconds, questions running wild in my head and without realizing it, I start speaking.

"What do you think will happen to me?" I ask, looking back at her.

"I don't know. I guess you just have to wait and see and hope for something good." She answers with a smile and I bark a laugh, instantly regretting that decision for a stabbing pain hits my lungs.

"Oww... heh... Trust me. Nothing good ever happens in my life..." I mutter.

"You met Tony. You met the Avengers. You have some pretty good friends. You have super powers." She lists and I let out a small light chuckle.

"I...- Touché..." I mumble. "No but I... I mean like... Family wise. Nothing good ever happens to me family wise. My parents died. My uncle died and now..." I sigh and drift my eyes away from her. "So what I'm trying to say is... I don't have the best luck with family or the best luck in general." A sad smile appears on my face.

"Right... Well..." She takes my hand and I look back at her. "Then you'll just have to withstand our nonsense. Because trust me. We're not easy to get rid of kid." She smiles and my eyes start to water, but I quickly usher the tears away.

"Yeah... That... I hope so."

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A/N

Hällå!
How are everyone today?

Look at that. No long wait for another chapter. Must be Christmas... or not.

Oh yeah, another thing.

I HAVE SUMMER HOLIDAYS BITCHES!

So... I can actually write without having to worry about ruining my life by not doing school work.

Isn't it great? :D

Anyways...

That's All For Now Folks!

G'night, G'day and G'morning!

/Twizz