Who said that, "nothing lasts forever." ?

     Whoever it was, they were right. They were so right.

     Those thoughts ran through Peters head as his legs dangled over the edge of a building. His body felt achy. It was summer. The only thing he could do in the summer was be Spiderman. He's got a job too. At a movie theatre. It's kinda boring. Gets money for him and May though. Better than nothing.

     "Peter?" Peter turned around to see no one. He furrowed his brow but noticed his masks eyes were lighting up, signaling Karen was trying to speak to him. Peter sighed and slipped his mask back on.

     "What do you have for me, Karen?"

     "It seems something is coming towards you at an alarming rate." Peters eyes went wide and he shot up, frantically looking around. Then, out of nowhere, something slammed into him. Peter grunted and hit the roof of the building. Peter tried moving but the thing was on top of him, heavy.

     "Shit!" It cursed. Peter gasped when he heard it. It sounded awfully familiar. Peter scrambled away. His ribs aching. His mind pounding. The man grunted when Peter swiftly got up. Peter readied his webs and breathed heavily as he watched the figure. Peters breath caught in his throat when he noticed what the figure was. It was the Iron Man suit. Peters eyes were wider than saucers. What the hell was going on? Was this a sick joke?

     Peter frowned and glared, "who the hell are you?!" He didn't take kindly to jokesters about Iron Man. There was still pain that followed the name. The helmet turned towards Peter.

     "Pete?" The figure stood, wobbly.

     Peter was shaking but had his webs pointed to the suit. Tears threatening to fall. "Who are you? I'm not gonna ask again." Peters voice remained firm.

     "I-It's Tony, Kid." The voice sounded so sorrow filled. Peter felt hope blossom. Too much hope. The man sighed and the nanotech left the mans head. Peter almost collapsed. It was Tony. The Tony Stark. His Tony. Peter removed his own mask to meet Tony's eyes.

     "Tony?" The billionaire let tears drop and he nodded. Peter shot like a rocket into the man. Tony wrapped his arms around the teen and shook with relief. "I thought you were dead! I thought you died, Tony! I'm sorry!" Peter was sobbing uncontrollably now. He to had known how long years without your mentor was.

     "I'm not. It was a mistake. It was a mistake. I'm here. It's all okay. It's all okay," Tony assured. Peter cried happily and held onto the man tighter. Tony returned the hug, happily.

     Peter gasped awake. He fell out of his bed and hit the floor with a cry. He felt around and looked around. It was a dream. It was all a stupid dream. Peter sobbed and shakily stood. There was no Tony. No Mr. Stark. No hero. Peter put his hands over his face and sighed as he furiously wiped away tears from his . . . nightmare.

     "So stupid," Peter scolded himself. He picked his blanket back up, wrapped it around his body and collapsed into his bed. He looked at his desk and saw his mentor's glasses facing him. Peter remembered when Tony had wore those to pick him up one day. He was amazed by all they could do.

     "I miss you, Tony." He hadn't known Tony was smiling at him.