WARNING
Ok I'm assuming that by this point everyone has watched endgame. This chapter will include spoiler on it so if you haven't seen it I'd recommend skipping this one. Unless you just don't care. Then by all means continue.
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It had been weeks since the war ended. The funeral was a few days ago. It was all ok now. But not for Peter. Everything was dull. It wasn't as exciting as before. All colour left his life and his world because just like everyone else another loved one had died. Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, but also a mentor, a father figure, to a teenager we well know as peter Parker. And just like everyone else peter loved, he died. He was gone forever and there was nothing he could do about it.

PETER POV.
It was my fault. It may not have been but I sure felt like the blame was on me anyways. And holy crap did it ever hurt. It was eating me up inside and I was slowly starting to give up. But then I'd remember what HE sacrificed for all of us to live another day. And then I'd tell myself over and over that I'd be ok. That I was fine  and that I should be happy. And that what kept me alive. But aunt May and my friends were there too. Not to mention the rest of the avengers were facing the same thing so we would talk sometimes and figure things out. What was next. But today I was going to do the thing I dreaded ever since the funeral because I knew I would break down. I knew this was going to shatter me. I was visiting his grave.

TIME SKIP MY GUY

When I arrived the graveyard was empty. Just like I wanted it to be. I slowly walked across it to a rather large grave with a statue at the top. A Ironman statue. Just at the sight of it my eyes started swelling up. My breaths became shallow and short lived. My eyes blurred and I couldn't see. I told myself I wouldn't do this. I said I would be fine. But I wasn't. I was broken and hurt and I needed help as much as I hate to say it. I needed him back. We all did. But he was gone.
      "I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I'm so sorry, it was my fault, if I had just been stronger on titan this wouldn't have happened, and I'm sorry," I went silent as I tried to muffle my pathetic sobs. At this point my cheeks were red and puffy. The ground beneath me was wet because I was looking down. Wishing that I could go back in time but I couldn't. And I just wanted to end it because of that. But the world needs Spider-Man. And I am Spider-Man.

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Ok so should I do a part two? Also I'm really sorry about the very long wait but so much has happened lately. I'm getting a job soon and we got another cat and we are getting another in a month and I'm trying to convince my parents to let me work three jobs but they won't let me so that sucks. But please do tell me if you want a part two or if I should continue at all. Bye