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(Y/N POV)

"Miss Stark," Ethan's voice rang out, "I would suggest you get some sleep."

I had been awake for 34 hours straight, doing nothing but sitting in the cryo room. Much against Happy's wishes, I had no intention of burying Peter. There had to be some way to bring him back.

I had ordered the staff to put him in the freezing chamber to preserve his body as I figure out a solution, but all I could do all night was cry. I knew I had to be stronger than this, but the pain I was feeling was almost unbearable.

"I'm fine Ethan," I mumbled, "I just need coffee."

"Simply waiting will not bring Mr. Parker back to life. If you rest, your chances of finding an answer are much greater."

"What if something goes wrong? I need to be here just in case."

"I will monitor the status of the chamber."

"I don't trust anyone to look after him. I couldn't do it myself, so why would I let you?"

"Very well then, Miss Stark."

I slumped down in my chair, staring at his motionless body. The same person who used to wrap me in warm hugs, was now lying stone cold dead. Peter was dead. Why did I think I could bring him back to life?

As I rested my head on the chamber in front of me, I noticed a soft whir coming from beside my feet.

"Ethan, what's going on?" I said.

"I am unsure."

A circle of red and orange sparks started to enlarge near my chair, before abruptly closing and leaving a small note in its place. I slowly reach down to pick it up, and read the address that was embossed into the white paper.

177a Bleecker Street

*******

I stood outside of the large building, staring up at the spherical window perched at the top of the roof. I'd never been to visit this place, but I remember my father saying he had important business here a couple years ago.

I walked slowly up the steps of the stairs, taking a deep breath as I hit the metal knocker against the door. It swung open immediately, and I expected to see someone there to greet me, but it was almost deserted.

Who opened the door?

"Hello?" I called out, "Anyone here?"

I felt a sudden gust of wind hit my back, and I flipped around to see a red cloak floating a few feet off the ground. It seemed to wave at me, before descending the stairs. I quickly followed after it, stopping every once in a while to admire the ancient artifacts on display.

The cloak took me to a small library, where a man sat stirring his tea.

"Ah," he said, getting up, "you're here."

He turned around to face me, and I immediately recognized him as Stephen Strange, one of the people who fought alongside my father during the battle against Thanos.

"Strange," I said, bowing my head politely.

"I heard about what happened," he inquired, "I hoped I could be of assistance."

I looked up, my eyes widened, "you can s-save him?"

The man shook his head, but gestured to the chair across from him. A glass cup beside it began to fill up with my favorite drink, but all I could think about was what Strange meant.

"I cannot," he explained, "but I believe you can."

"I can't," I confessed, "I tried everything possible, but every day I lose more hope then I started with."

I took a sip out of the glass, staring at the ground to control my emotions. Talking about Peter's death was harder than anything, especially since there was no one I felt I could open up to. Peter would have been that person for me, but he's gone.

"May I ask why you believe that?" The man said, "Why do you think you can't do it?'

My mind flashed back to the day on the plane. The words mysterio had implanted in my head had haunted me for days on end, and it's been harder to sleep.

"I'm cursed," I explained, "I'm so freaking cursed."

It seemed to raise Strange's eyebrow, hearing me speak about things that normally would come from his area of expertise.

"The Starks were given the gift of intelligence," I went on, "but in exchange, we lose everything."

I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way Peter looked at me, knowing I couldn't reach him in time. The way his body lay limp in my hands, knowing I had failed to protect him. He was always there for me, but I was never there for him.

I let a tear slip out of my eye, trailing down my cheek as I sat there motionless.

"I don't think you're cursed at all," Strange spoke.

"You don't understan-"

"I do. I think you're simply looking at it the wrong way."

"There's no other way to look at it," I stated, "my father lost his parents, then I lost him and Peter."

"But he had you, didn't he?"

"Yes, but how is that-"

"And if I'm correct, your father saved himself from dying of schrapnel."

"With help, but-"

"I think you've underestimated the greatest creation your father has passed down to you."

I bit my lip, my mind running over every possible thing my father had given me in my lifetime. None of it struck me as his greatest creation except for his suits.

"His company?" I guessed, "or mark 42? That was his favorite."

Strange shook his head, and wrapped the cloak around his shoulder. He slid on a flat ring of some sort, and held up two fingers. He started to draw one of the same circular sparks I had seen earlier, except they were forming a familiar shape.

"He gave you the gift of life," Strange explained, "there is no curse, I can guarantee that for you."

My eyes widened when I saw what Stephen had drawn.

"The arc reactor," He said, "or as you call it, a heart."

I reached out a hand towards the floating sphere, but Strange wiped it away before I had a chance. Everything started to piece together, and all of a sudden I felt my pulse skip a beat. I think I know what he was getting at.

"So you're saying," I asked, "that I can bring Peter back to life?"

"I didn't say anything," he said bluntly, "I merely hinted at it."

*****

IMPORTANT!

sequel?

I need to know now if anyone is interested because after this book is finished, I'd like to publish the new book immediately. Thank you!

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