"How long do I have to keep going?"

     "As long as you can." 

     "Why?"

     "It's life. Life goes on."

     "Doesn't mean it's a good thing."

     "So?"

     "Then why must I keep living something that isn't good?"

     "Because. There's good within the bad."

     "That doesn't make sense."

     "It will."

     Peter jumped up in bed and smacked his head off the top bunk. "YOW!" He squawked.

     "Peter," May called out, "are you alright?"

     "Fine, May!" Peter rubbed his head and turned over in his bed. What a weird dream. He loved his life. Never once did he think about leaving it. Too many people have already left it. Including Tony Stark. Today was the anniversary . . .

     "Peter, honey. How are you feeling?" May came in, her face knowing.

     "M'fine, May. I uh, can I...?"

     "Of course. I have work, I'll see you later honey," She came in and gave him a quick kiss to the forehead, "I'm sorry honey." She left.

     When Peter heard the front door open and close, he let the tears form. He rolled over and starred at his room. His eyes landed on something sticking out of the bottom of his closet. Peter sighed and in curiosity, stood and walked over to grab it. It was Tony's picture of them both. How'd that get there? Peter shrugged before laying it up on his dresser.

     Peter walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His eyes were so dull. Why? Why was he so drowsy? Why was there an ache in his chest? Why? Peter felt his chest tighten. His gut clench. His mind fog up. "Why'd you leave Tony? Why?" Peter put his hands over his face as he leaned against the wall.

     Peter walked out of the bathroom to the empty apartment. He looked out the window to see rain had stuck to it and began to drizzle down. What an amazing day . . .

     He looked at the flowers he had prepared since last night. He knew this day was coming. Peter cleared his throat and slipped on his shoes, grabbing the flowers and heading out the door, patting his pocket to make sure he had his key with him. 

     Peter made his way to the cemetery. Where was everyone today? The streets and sidewalks were so clear today. That's odd for New York City.

     Peter stopped in front of the gate. He swallowed the stubborn lump that formed in his throat. It was as stubborn as Mr. Stark had been. Peter stopped when he found Tony's gravestone. His heart had began to beat faster and he had to sit down to stay steady.

     "Hey . . . Tony. I just- You never- I didn't know what flowers you like so I kinda-I uh I just went with what you usually got Pepper. I know you don't wanna hear it, but you've gotta hear it," Peter smiled, "I really have missed you this past year without you. It's been harder. It was harder than when I was without you for fifteen years of my existence. Morgan is really sweet."

     Peter moved closer. He cleared his throat. Tears spilled from his eyes as he furiously wiped them away. "Tony, I need you. I-I'm not ready for the company. Tony. I can't!" Peter sobbed as he starred at the gravestone that bore Tony's name. The letters stuck out of the granite.

     "You weren't supposed to die. You're supposed to be here. With Pepper. With Morgan. With me." Peter  felt a chest ache catching his breath and pushing more tears to flow. "I love you Tony. I never got to tell you that," Peter sniffled. Wiping his remaining tears away.

     The rain began to pick up and Peter sighed. "I better get going. I'll . . . I'll come back some other time." Peter stood. The rain drizzling on him, his eyes puffed red.

     Peter Parker walked away from Tony Stark's grave  for not the last time. Neither would ever be forgotten.