((Warning! Endgame spoilers ahead. Though if you haven't seen the movie by now... You kinda should. Tis awesome. Heartbreaking sure but awesome))

A soft sigh escaped you when you saw him, rain pattering against your umbrella and mud splattering the cuffs of your jeans. He didn't seem to notice your footsteps as you walked to him, so focused on his phone that he was blind to the world around him. Your heart broke a little at the flinch he gave when you placed your hand on his shoulder.

"Hey." Your voice was barely heard over the rain around you two, you kneeling down so both of you were on the same level and under your umbrella. "Tough patrol tonight?"

"I just... I keep seeing him all over the city... I miss him." Peter's voice broke, the weight of unshed tears lacing every word. He didnt look at you, all too focused on the picture on his phone.

You made a noise of acknowledgement, not wanting him to think you weren't listening. "I miss him too." Tears started rolling down your face without your permission, a lump forming in your throat that refused to budge.

You didnt know how long you and Peter simply stood there, the silence both painful and comforting. At some point, you started holding hands, drawing strength from one another so you didnt fall apart. Eventually, however, a message came through on Peter's phone: Aunt May was calling him home for dinner.

"I'll walk you back." You could see Peter trying to work up the energy to reject your offer but the attempt didnt last long. He nodded and walked alongside you as you both left the graveyard, your hands never parting. "For what it's worth... I think he'd be proud of the hero you've become."

Peter didn't say anything, not wanting to get into a tear soaked argument thanks to his own anxieties. Instead, he simply drew you into a hug, needing your warmth and support more than he would ever admit.

You hugged back, your face burying into his chest so he didn't see your tear-stained face. A cold wind ripped by, sending a shiver up both your spines. When the hug ended, you couldn't help pulling your 'borrowed' hoodie around you tighter.

"Are you ever going to give that back?" Peter tried to make a joke, knowing that's what Tony would do in this situation. A sharp pain hit him right in the gut at the thought but he didn't let it show.

"Hmm... nope! Too cosy." You cheekily grinned, getting up on your tiptoes to remove his mask so you could ruffle his hair. It never stopped amazing you how fluffy it was. "Now come on, Spider-Dork. Aunt May's food awaits!"

"Who are you calling a dork, Miss I-Can-List-All-The-Spells-In-Harry-Potter?" Peter teased, scooping you up in his arms and twirling the both of you. A shriek of laughter escaped your lips as your umbrella fell to the ground. Within seconds, both of you were soaked to the bone.

Eventually, the laughter stopped and Peter put you down, resting his forehead against yours with a soft expression on his face that matched yours. Words didn't need to be said. Unfortunately for both of you, Peter's phone buzzed again.

"Claim a bad guy soaked us instead of letting May know we were idiots?" You suggested as you picked up your umbrella and held Peter's hand again.

"You read my mind." Peter swooped down to your level to press a kiss to the top of your head, drawing a giggle from you. As you both left the graveyard, you could swear you could feel a familiar presence giving you both a hug.

"Good job kid. Good job." Tony's ghost smiled at both of you as you left, glad that Peter was finding happiness far sooner than he did. He then promptly headed back to Valhalla to get his afterlife party on. Cause he's Tony Goddamn Stark. He deserves an awesome afterlife.

((A/N: And done! And may I just say Marvel, from the bottom of the shrivelled up, blackened husk that used to be my heart: WHAT THE ACTUAL LIVING FUCK?! HE WAS SUPPOSED TO RETIRE AND BE A MENTOR AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH PEPPER AND MORGAN! NOT DIE! YOU ARE LUCKY I HAVE NO MONEY OR I WOULD SUE YOU GUYS FOR THE PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE YOU'VE CAUSED! ALSO, WHERE THE HELL IS LOKI?! NO WAY THAT JERKWAD PURPLE GRAPE ACTUALLY KILLED HIM! SO FIND A WAY TO GET HIM BACK BEFORE I HOP ON A PLANE WITH WHAT LITTLE MONEY I HAVE AND START A RIOT! Ahem. Sorry for the rant. I have a lot of anger in me at the moment. So, till next time my friends! When hopefully I'll be less... homicidal? Is that the word I'm looking for? Probably not but it still fits...))