ART BY pinkpipedream

PETER PARKER
Present traveling to the past

Quentin, Mr Stark, an agitated Happy and I all stood huddled together next to the destruction of what once was Stark Towers. The building was collapsed with debris everywhere and it was utterly destroyed. They were all talking about something important but all I could think about was how I had to say goodbye to Tony. I wasn't ready and I had no idea what to say.

He didn't know what the future was like and he wasn't even my Mr Stark so nothing would make sense to him, they just had the same face in common.

"Peter?" Quentin reached out to squeeze my hand sweetly and to catch my attention, "Are you listening?"

I blinked for a second before shaking away my thoughts, "Sorry I got distracted." I mumbled sheepishly.

He didn't look convinced but turned back to their conversation anyway. His hand with still in mine, thumb rubbing the back of mine up and down soothingly. My ears perked up in interest and concern at Tony's words.

"About back there," He began and swallowed nervously, "You're my son?" He asked Quentin.

"I'm Olivia's son." He narrowed his eyes, "You've never been much of a father."

She hadn't been much of a mother, either.

Mr Stark sighed and averted his eyes, trying to fathom some sort of response. I glanced at Quentin. They were both wearing expressions that were the opposite of the other. Mr Stark looked uncomfortable, like he had no idea what to say. Quin looked bothered, like he had too many that were begging to lash out but he didn't say a single one of them.

This time it was my turn to squeeze his hand and offered a comforting smile which he accepted easily and visibly relaxed a little bit.

"How is she? It's been a long time since I've talked to her, she started ignoring me and I'm still not quite sure why." He rambled awkwardly while everyone avoided eye contact. I felt Quin squeeze my hand so tightly it hurt.

Oh boy.

"She's doing great." Quentin lied and forced a smile, "No thanks to you, but she's doing great."

Mr Stark sighed in relief before it got uncomfortably silent again, "I think the two of you should talk alone." I suggested and Happy instantly agreed.

"I think that's the best idea you've had since you got here." He zoomed away from the tense conversation. I went to follow but Quin grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"You're staying with me until we're one hundred percent this is all over." He pressed a kiss onto my cheek and I blushed.

"Not in front of Mr Stark!" I hissed under my breath, embarrassed but stayed nonetheless. The both of us knew it was over for sure. I knew he wanted me with him for moral support rather than protecting me. He didn't want to be alone.

"I think we should get back soon, so if you two plan on growing the balls to have a conversation then now would be the time." I huffed and draped an arm around Quentin, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I don't know what you want me to say." Tony admitted, "I was just a dumb teenager who couldn't commit to anything serious and I can't take back my mistakes."

Quin stiffened against me and I sucked a breath of air harshly.

I repeat, oh boy.

"Are you calling me a mistake?" He scoffed and shrugged away from my touch, slowly creeping closer and closer to Mr Stark, "The only mistake here was Olivia fornicating with some fuckass that can do a math problem but doesn't know how to love anybody but himself." He spat at him, cornering Tony against the wall as I watched with wide eyes.

Mr Stark and Quentin were the two most important people to me (sorry everyone else) so I had no idea what to do. I loved Quentin, I wanted him to have a talk about his feelings to settle things but... I guess he technically was sharing his feelings even if it wasn't in the way I preferred him to. And this Mr Stark wasn't my Mr Stark. Not to mention it wasn't really any of my business.

"You made her life miserable!" He shouted, "You made my life miserable."

"I thought you said she was doing great now?" Mr Stark stuttered, catching Quin in his lie.

"I, um-" He mumbled but I decided now was a good time to step up.

"You have to be honest if this is going to go anywhere." I murmured to him. I reached out to caress the side of his face but he flinched away.

"Be honest?" Mr Stark asked in confusion, "So that means she isn't doing great."

I looked at Quin for a response but he had his back facing us now with his head in his hands, trying to compress his anger.

"She um," I spoke up for him, "She committed suicide a little bit after she had him. He jumped around between foster homes and, in simple terms, none of them treated him the best."

Surprisingly his eyes filled up with tears as he turned his attention back toward Quentin. I watched with hope as he placed a hand on his shoulder, but the hope quickly dissipated when Quin knocked him against the brick wall we were next to.

"Don't touch me." He muttered, pure hatred seeping into his tone. He opened his mouth to say more but I tried to get in between them. Quentin's hand was curled in a fist, ready to be huddled into Mr Stark's face but it collided with mine instead.

"Fuck, Peter!" He gasped, catching me when I stumbled to the side. A flash of pain stung the side of my cheek as I gripped onto Quin's shirt tightly.

"Kid, are you okay?" Tony rushed over to my other side to check my injuries. It was cute seeing the same worried expression on their faces. He extended a hand to my face but Quentin slapped his hand away with a scowl.

"Don't touch him either." He snapped, tugging me flush against him while I struggled to shove him away. His troubled attention focused back on me and he wiped a little bit of blood off while I glared at him.

"I understand if you don't make to mend things between the two of you, but that doesn't mean I don't want to myself." I hugged Quin against me before letting him go, "I want to say goodbye to Tony." I whispered and he nodded, understanding. He followed after Happy so that I could have some space.

"It's really good seeing you again." I mumbled sheepishly to him, "I'm sorry Quentin is so moody all the time." I said half jokingly.

Mr Stark chuckled half heartedly and exhaled, "You're good for him, I can tell." I blushed and fiddled with my hands nervously.

"Thank you, h-he's quite good for me too." I stuttered, my nails digging crescent moons into my palms.

"I know that we shouldn't talk about the future but I'm really curious about something." He asked for permission and I nodded hesitantly, "Do I at least die with purpose?"

I smiled through watery eyes and couldn't help but pull him into a hug. He stiffened and awkwardly clasped my back, "You can't even begin to fathom how much purpose you have." I parted from him and he had a genuine, hopeful look on his face, "There's so much I want to tell you." I whispered.

"I know, kid. But we can't." He gave my shoulder a pat, "I can't know anything else- I already know too much as it is." I nodded sadly and forced myself to soak the tears back into my eyes.

"I miss you." My voice broke in half and Mr Stark pulled me into another hug, "I'm so scared all the time and I never know what to do or who to go to anymore. So much has happened, it's all so confusing and I never feel like I'm good enough to save everyone when I can barely save me from myself." I cried into his shoulder while he held me.

"If I chose you like you said I did then what makes you think you aren't good enough?" He questioned softly. I could tell he was doing his best to comfort me even though he was completely unfamiliar with the action.

"W-What if you made a mistake?" I exhaled through my nose, "What if you chose wrong."

He scoffed, "I'm never wrong." He gripped my shoulders and yanked me back so that we were staring at each other, "If I chose you, then you're good enough." He stated as if it was the simplest concept in the world.

I started crying again.

Quentin came over and pulled me into his arms, letting me soak his shirt with my tears. I refused to look up at him out of embarrassment but I clung to him like an infant.

"Take care of each other." Tony requested and whistled under his breath, "I'm glad I could see you both." I couldn't see but I could almost feel the glare Quin was throwing at Mr Stark.

"Let's go home." I puffed into his shirt. He brought his warm hands to my face to wipe my wet face and tangle his fingers in my hair sweetly.

A/N
Sorry it's a bit short but I've been in the process of planning three other Gyllenholland books so stay tuned.

If you didn't read my announcement then I'd like to let you know that I'm starting freshman year of high school in like a week so I won't update daily, probably 2-3 times a week but it depends on my energy bursts lmao.